#major surgery

[redvinylkitty]

Victo-Weenie

"I may or may not have been ledge talking the night before my hernia surgery, however, just because I am curled up in a ball frightened the night before something scary doesn't mean I won't do it. It just means I'm cocooned up seeking comfort. And, usually, being a kitty-type human.. It's in a blankie.

I went to sleep that night and you know what? Yes, I was absolutely mortified about going to the hospital and staying there. I didn't wanna go. Why would I wanna go? No good ever comes out of going to the hospital for me. The good stuff doesn't happen when you go to the hospital, the good stuff happens when you leave the hospital. So that's what I did. I made a plan for leaving..."

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#red vinyl kitty #major surgery #hospital stay #hospital #Master Pravus #disability #feeding tube #GJ Tube #master slave #m/s couple

[thebutterflyboy]

Been having a very, very slow recovery after having major surgery on the 8th. Not looking forward to months of healing.

I'm very impatient and I'm bored out of my mind.

#personal #personal ramblings #health #surgery #major surgery

[plaguedghosts]

For those who have had a hysterectomy, what are some things you recommend post op? I'm trying to get prepared for everything I may possibly need.

#hysterectomy #surgery #major surgery #bug talks

[ultradannyboyblog]

Best To Brave The Cold Sometimes

Yesterday morning, I decided to brave the unseasonably cold weather (2 degrees Celsius) and go for a walk on the promenade in White Rock, BC. I wore long underwear and several layers of clothing to stay warm. I used to walk the promenade after my cancer treatments ended in 2010, and it has always been my favorite place to walk ever since. My first few walks were short because I had lost a lot…

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#Blog #Danny St. Andrews #major surgery #passersby #Speedo guy #Speedos #Whitby House Coffee #White Rock Pier #White Rock promenade

[partyopossum]

Hey fuckers so I am having ✨✨MAJOR SURGERY✨✨ July 27th and I’m trying to get some commission work in beforehand so I can pay for food and anything insurance doesn’t cover while I’m on bed rest for at least two weeks! Spread the word and dm me if interested!

#the moose speaks #art #illustration #dnd #character art #commission #art commisions #commissions open #goblin #twitch emotes #chibis #chibi #cute #colorful #clip studio paint #procreate #digital art #digital commisions #art life #major surgery #hysterectomy #signal boost

[chitinleg]

bad day, julian?

#my art #ds9 #star trek deep space nine #julian bashir #blood cw #gore cw #like not really but it is a LITTLE nastie #yes the blood looks like strawberry jam. it was half an attempt at stylization. but also. half failure of that very stylization #art is a lot of trial and error and honey my trial is being handled by cardassian courts there is only one outcome LMFAOOOO #oh nooooooo guess i'll have to do MORE studies. of men. covered in blood (their hottest state)...oh noooo... #women covered in blood too maybe. sorry major kira ur gonna have a bad day too 🥰 #i drew these bc emmett was like “we should get to see julian do old fashioned surgery i wanna see that man covered in blood” #and i was like “YEAHHH. IN HIS STUPID LITTLE SURGERY GOWN!!!” #and emmett was like “no no. in his regular clothes.” and i saw his vision and understood #and was like ohhhh i can make that happen. with my curséd hands

[emeraldotter]

hey

#doodle #crappy art #emeraldotter's deer obsession continues #cat gurl #i have had major surgery that left open wounds on me for two months WHY am i such a baby about my mouth

[unhonestlymirror]

#major W #medicine #surgery #neurosurgery #Ukraine #Lviv

[tethered-heartstrings]

i lived btw if you even care

#sarcasm just in case #in reference to surgery i had last week #ngl never have had surgery this major and i anticipated pain and wound care etc but not this amount of exhaustion #i am sleeping so fucking much and i already slept a lot #but today is the first day without any acute surgical related pain and my drains are out #so i am sorry to all the dms i have yet to reply to bc my brain is basically sand and goo #i also fell down the stairs lmfao but i am fine! #i'll still keep my queue where it is and may keep it at this level permanently idk #ty to everyone who gave me well wishes i really appreciate it! #the speaking clown #delete later

[redvinylkitty]

Less Aggressive, Still Forward

"Okay, okay. That last post was pretty angry, wasn't it? I get really angry just thinking about the surgery a year ago. But I haven't talked about what happened on this blog and I probably won't ever. Definitely won't ever. It was a nightmare. I still. My brain can't wrap around how bad the treatment was. It was. It was awful. And that doesn't even cover it.

I had to have a minor surgery this week, to have my displaced feeding tube fixed. Yeah.. Again. It keeps displacing because Ehlers-Danlos is stupid and that's sucky. But it is what it is. I will say this: the hospital was a lot better this time. I still had to argue with them..."

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#18+ blog #feeding tube #gj tube #minor surgery #day surgery #major surgery #abdominal surgery #ehlers-danlos syndrome #disability

[lightasthesun]

im in the pits of despair. I have my neurologist appointment tomorrow to discuss my latest mri and as always before a major doctor's appointment I'm spiraling through worst case scenarios, especially because of the latest additions to my symptoms. And it hit me that if my neurologist found what I'm suspecting they will find and I'd end up needing major brain surgery sooner than expected I'd have nobody sitting at my bedside in the hospital. And I don't think I've ever been so sad in my entire life.

#personal rant #medical mention #and it's not like i don't have enough people in my life #it's just that I'm not important enough for them to visit me in a hospital that won't be right next door #the only people that would are my grandparents and those are the people i wouldn't even want to tell im having major brain surgery #let alone find a way to visit me.l #my grandpa would worry himself quite literally sick and my grandma would decide she can drive there no matter how bad of an idea that would #neurological disability

[fox-guardian]

im so mad because cecil feels like he would wear glasses. he truly does. but he canonically wears contacts and im so mad about it.

#ramblings with major #wtnv #yes he likely still Owns glasses that he wears sometimes but STILL #he Feels like a Glasses Wearer yknow #also i can't be bothered to find the source but im p sure its in year 6 when he says it #blah blah 'my optometrist told me measure twice cut once. then do the other eye. so technically measure four times cut twice- #-whatever i decided not to get the eye surgery and stick with contacts' #that was roughly the bit where he said it #I WANNA GIVE HIM FUNKY GLASSES #SO BAD

[thedisablednaturalist]

Office disability culture is so fucked in environmental science and fieldwork. Like the mindset that to do the job you have to be in perfect physical health or you should just quit. Like I'm not talking about something that is 100% physical labor here, everything is mostly achievable with aids and you don't need to be able to do every single thing. But there's this weird like..pride..that my older coworkers have. They work out in the gym and brag about how many reps they did. They tease each other for having medical issues. They don't ask for accommodations because they fear that their legitimacy will be hurt. That it means that they can't do their job anymore. That they won't be TRUSTED to do their jobs anymore. That it will get taken away.

So they FURTHER hurt their bodies by not resting, not taking breaks, not using ergonomic equipment, not using safety equipment. Not drinking enough water. Not using mobility aids when they are so old that it's supposed to be acceptable. They don't use the scooters at the grocery store, they don't use their handicapped placard, they don't use knee pads or compression gloves.

And here I come in, 24 years old, looking perfectly healthy. And I use walking sticks, I sit down a lot, I have my care bag, I have a ton of gadgets for making fieldwork more comfortable, I have boundaries and limits, I wear braces and knee pads and compression gloves. I use my handicapped placard.

They react in one of two ways:

1. How DARE I. I'm so lucky to be young and no one sees THEM having to do all those things (literally nothing is stopping them but pride). Like old man if you need a break take a fucking break. I'm not going to hurt my health to make you feel better about hurting yours. I'm not risking a flare up to spare the 65 year olds feelings. Im gonna take my break and use my equipment cause my boss doesn't care as long as the work gets done. I'm tired of glares from 100 year olds making themselves struggle across the parking lot when they could also be using the fucking scooter. (I never take the last scooter, there's always another available. Also it's not my fault if walmart only provides 2 scooters for the whole store).

2. It shows them its okay. Its okay to need aids. When I first showed up at my job it was very...macho..everyone was afraid of seeming old (theres probably only 3 of us under 30 in the whole department, most people are at least 50, mainly 65 year olds). Then they saw me using my walking sticks, taking my medicine openly, bringing a chair with me when working away from my desk, using my TENS unit. I overheard one lady ask her granddaughter what fibromyalgia was (apparently she had spotted my pain tracking journal).

My older coworker with a bad knee got a walking stick like mine and beamed when she showed me. The grandmother uses a cane and a walker interchangeably and more often. I get asked where I get my little portable fan and pocket heaters and special clothing. Even abled coworkers are doing it. My coworker who's younger than me sets alarms to take breaks now just like I do. People seem more comfortable using things that help them now.

My boss has really struggled. He has a lot of internalized ableism and hates thinking of himself as crippled. He spent his whole life physically active and strong and all these health issues and overexertion are catching up with him. Like he did environmental testing in areas with fucking radon. He did work where they threw asbestos around like snow for fun. He's done a ton of really hard physical work. He grew up with the mentality that pain was just something everyone has to push through. But I think seeing a young person make the choice not to push through is helping him a bit. He wants to make his own walking stick, he goes to the doctor more. We bond over having constant medical issues and I even gave him the name of my surgeon. Yea he still says stuff like "shoot me if I have to use a wheelchair" (not as much anymore since he now knows I use one) but he's getting there.

Yeah so I've had this in my drafts for a bit and I wanted to update that my boss has been walking around with a fucking broken ankle for the past couple of weeks. He thought it was just arthritis pain and eventually couldn't take it anymore and went to the foot doctor. The doctor has no clue how the fuck he's been walking on it. Now he has to wear the boot and he's banned from fieldwork while he heals.

Older people and the elderly need to learn that it's okay to not push through the pain and ask for help. Everyone needs to learn this, and not be like my fucking boss. Go to the doctor, get that sore joint checked out. Get those tests done. Use that aid. Stop walking on a broken ankle just because you can.

#chronic disability #chronic pain #spoonie #disability #from the field #wrenfea.exe #literally fucking flabbergasted #he walked in after leaving for a bit to go to his appointment and came back like so yeah my ankles been broken #BUDDY #everyone needs help sometimes you dont deserve to be in pain #like thats some catholic guilt shit im pretty sure #this man has had 4 major back surgeries so i guess a broken ankle is nothing compared to that #but still...jesus fucking christ #not sprained..BROKEN #and thats along with all the rest of the pain hes in #like i get being used to pain but if i stub my toe during a flare up I can't handle it because it pushes my pain level over the edge #so it actually makes me less tolerable since im already in pain #but im used to a higher pain level than abled people are #ok im done rambling for now im gonna go play Minecraft

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 28: Scars

Week 4 of this bullshit. Only 3 more days left to go! Enjoy.

This is a direct continuation of Day 6: No Where to Go.

TW: painkillers, anesthesia mention, death mention, surgery, burn scars, mentioned abuse

Hero awoke slowly, their thoughts moving sluggishly through their tired mind. Their eyelids were heavier than bricks, but they forced them open, unease and uncertainty roiling in their stomach. The harsh lights overhead hurt their eyes, and they squinted, trying to filter out the brightness and make out their surroundings.

“Oh, you’re awake now.”

Hero turned their head, finding Villain leaning over them. They realized they were sprawled on a flat, uncomfortable surface. Villain’s head was bowed, their concentration intent upon Hero’s side. Hero tried to see what they were looking at, but they couldn’t raise their head.

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t sedate you enough,” Villain mumbled, reaching for something out of sight. “You were already unconscious, so I had to estimate. I think I gave you enough analgesics though. Does it hurt?”

Hero realized with a sudden jolt of fear that they couldn’t move anything but their eyes and head. Were their arms tied down? They couldn’t feel any restraints… “N… no…” they whispered through numb lips.

Villain nodded, distracted. Their hand returned, now clutching a pair of tweezers with gloved hands. The gloves were splattered with blood. “That’s good. Let me know if that changes. It’s not gonna be fun once they wear off.”

Hero swallowed, eyes darting about the room. The walls were exposed brick, and the only lighting appeared to be the one directly overhead, illuminating Villain’s work. Whatever that work was. Was the blood on their hands Hero’s? The only exit appeared to be a door to Hero’s right, behind Villain.

Metal clicked on metal, and Hero’s eyes darted back as Villain exhaled in relief. “Got the bullet out. Now I just gotta stitch you up and give you some more analgesics and maybe some anesthesia.”

Their words sounded almost foreign to Hero. The only thing they understood through the hazy fog was that Villain… seemed to be helping them? “O… okay….”

Villain worked in silence for a few minutes. Hero still couldn’t see what they were doing, so they gazed at Villain instead. Sometime between when Hero had passed out in that dark alley and when they’d woken up in this room, Villain had removed their mask. Their hair had been hastily pulled back, and Hero could clearly see their profile.

They looked normal enough at first, but as Hero’s eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, they noticed the long, dark scar snaking down Villain’s face. It was old, blending in with their skin tone, but unmistakably a burn scar.

As if in response, the skin on Hero’s upper back tingled, where one of their allies had grazed them during a training session. They’d been drilling reflexes by launching small fireballs at Hero nonstop until they got hit. Once they did, the ally chastised Hero and ordered them to go to the medical bay. They didn’t even help Hero to their feet.

The incident had been almost a month and a half ago, and the burn still wasn’t fully healed. The affected skin itched constantly, especially when Hero tried to sleep. But Hero’s team leader refused to give them anything besides a small amount of aloe on the grounds of ‘building pain tolerance.'

It was all bullshit, as Hero later learned when they broached the idea of taking a break from the team for a little while. None of their ‘allies’ had responded well.

Hero closed their eyes. They didn’t know how long they were trapped in the team headquarters before escaping and fleeing to Villain’s section of the city. They barely remembered most of it, and they didn’t want to. But thinking of it brought images of Whumper, of them beating and belittling Hero for their weakness.

But Whumper was dead now.

Villain had shot them.

Villain had saved Hero.

As if in response to Hero’s thoughts, Villain spoke. “Alright,” they said softly, “I’m done.”

Hero opened their eyes. Villain massaged the sides of their temples, bloody gloves removed. “You’re one stubborn person, Hero,” they said, mouth cracking into an exhausted grin.

“Uh… tha… thank you….”

A look of concern crossed Villain’s face. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, both from the gunshot and…” they gestured to the various cuts and bruises all over Hero’s body. “Honestly, it’s a miracle you woke up at all. I patched up the worst of it, but you’re gonna be recovering for a while.”

Hero blinked, the memory of their team leader fresh in their mind. “Are… are we… safe… here…?”

Villain glanced over their shoulder to the door. A beat of silence passed before they answered. “Yeah, pretty sure. We’re in one of my safe houses right now, no one saw us come in. And the only one who saw you come to me is now dead in an alley which—” they grimaced— “isn’t going to bode well for me whether or not your former team connects the dots.”

“...I’m… I’m sorry I…”

Villain held up their hands, scowling. “Do not apologize. You needed help, you still need help, and I promise you: I’m not gonna let those assholes lay a finger on you. Understand?”

Hero nodded to the best of their ability. Their movement was still limited, but they had begun to regain sensation in their fingers and toes. They wiggled them experimentally. It was like moving someone else’s hand.

The motion caught Villain’s eye, and they smacked the side of their head. “Right. Analgesics. I’ll be right back, you do not want the painkillers to wear off anytime soon.”

Hero watched them leave. They slowly exhaled, trying to calm their racing nerves.

They were safe.

Villain had promised.

Everything would be okay.

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#merry whumpmas #my writing #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #hero #villain #hero x villain #tw painkillers #surgery #emergency surgery #gunshot wounds #major character injury #injury #implied abuse #hurt/comfort #scars #burns #burn scars #protective caretaker #protective villain #whumped hero

[sheryl-lee]

hey. turns out i likely have idiopathic condylar resorption, a degenerative joint disease that causes progressive/rapid bone loss in the jaw. i've had it since i was a kid but went undiagnosed for over a decade; my severe functional issues, pain, and other symptoms were repeatedly dismissed by doctors for years. my mandibular condyles have deteriorated, my jaw is slowly shrinking to the point where i look unrecognizable, and none of my teeth touch anymore. the pain is increasing more and more by the day. it's extremely difficult to breathe, eat, talk, sleep, and exist.

this is a progressive condition, so nothing will stop it or slow it down until the joints have been completely eaten away. my only option is a total temporomandibular joint replacement, where the two diseased joints that literally hold my face together are removed and permanently replaced with metal prostheses. aka a major surgery with a 6-12 month recovery 😃

#basically my face is disappearing because my body is attacking itself which has been really Fun to experience #i've had this disease since i was like 10 but only found out after doing my own research because most dentists/orthos don't know about it #i always knew something was really wrong and that my pain/ facial changes were not normal and getting worse #so it's both relieving and frustrating to *finally* be taken seriously #but yeah i'm having a lot of emotions about this and it's been really tough to process #getting major jaw surgery was not how i thought i'd be spending my early 20s but deep down i knew i would have to do it eventually #better than being in chronic pain for the rest of my life for sure #and if i wait any longer i risk severe deterioration/unsalvageable bone loss and total airway collapse in the future #sameera.txt

[emeraldotter]

normal deer

#doodle #crappy art #emeraldotter's deer obsession continues #genuinely feel like i’m going on a bender rn #like it's not as painful as major surgery or chronic pain but it's so ANNOYING and i can't eat properly #i'm always freaked out by mouth stuff. i hate having a mouth.