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mindrottinglystupid · 1 month
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It’s quite hard to accept that I am disabled. From the fact that I have imposter syndrome to the fact that people have it off worse. I know that’s not a good way to think about my disabilities but it’s hard not to after years of professionals telling me I’m not valid.
But I’m slowly accepting it now. I accept the fact that I see 20/2200 and that is a disability. I accept that I have chronic pain and that is a disability. I accept the fact I have chronic migraines and that is in fact a disability. I accept that I have chronic nausea and that is a disability. I accept that these things currently cannot be fixed.
I accept all of these things about myself because I can’t change them. I wouldn’t be living as me if I didn’t, and I don’t want to be anyone else but me. I know that’s hard for some people to understand; why wouldn’t I want to be someone who doesn’t have disabilities?
Because those experiences I have, from all of the tears I’ve cried over not being able to do what I want to and all the anger I’ve felt from feeling like my disabilities are taking everything I love away from me, is what makes me, me.
If I was someone without disabilities I wouldn’t have the love and appreciation for the small things; those little moments when I feel free. I wouldn’t have the same compassion for other people with disabilities; the same understanding.
I wouldn’t be me
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A very important medical journal recently published that discusses the harm in falsely labeling ME/CFS as psychosomatic.
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arctic-hands · 1 year
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I've been asked by multiple people for my medical BuJo setup, so here are the important parts @justcaytlin you were one of them I believe?
This is the first page after the Index, which since my Artist's Loft journal comes with two bookmark ribbons I keep one here for easy access
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[Image Description: a page from a dot grid journal. On the top it says Emergency Info, and in the upper right corner is a little heart that says "organ donor". Beneath that is a section that says "Name:", "DOB:", and "Address:", the pertinent info to that has been redacted. Then beneath that to the left is a box for Emergency Contacts, with a primary and secondary name and their phone numbers, also all redacted. Beneath that is a box labeled "Allergies/Do Not Give", listing medications and allergies with what happens if I take them in parentheses. Beneath that is a box labeled Dietary Restrictions, listing mine. Then to the right of those is a larger box labeled "Medical Conditions", followed by a list of mine. Beneath that is a tiny rectangle that says "Blood Type:" followed by mine which has been redacted so the Sycorax don't get me. Beneath that is a box with the name of my insurance, and then finally is a box for my vaccinations (on that note get your covid bivalent booster and flu shot). In the lower left corner in big letters it says "I do not consent to a DNR" because that's the world we deal with now. End I.D.]
It should be noted that I just now after taking this photo decided to write at the very bottom "Medications/Implants/Surgeries on next page" with an arrow, which leads me to the next page
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[Image Description: the next page. On the top it says "Medications", with a table, listing the medications, dosage, what it's for, and when I take it. Beneath that is a (currently blank) table for "Implants/Devices", with a list section for a device and then what it's for. Beneath that is a table listing "Surgeries/Procedures", listing the surgery, when it happened, and where it was done. There's room for future surgeries. End I.D.]
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[Image Description: a page entitled "Doctors/Pharmacy", with separate boxes labeled with the types of doctors I see (Primary care, neurologist, gastroenterologist, et cetera). All of the contact info has been redacted, but each box includes the name of the doctor, the facility they work at, the address, and phone number. At the bottom is a similar box for my pharmacy info. The info continues onto the next page, but you get the gist. End I.D.]
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[Image Description: a page entitled "Recent Hospitalizations", with a page-long table (with six rows filled out so far), with columns for the "Date", "Hospital", "For?", and "Admitted?". In the one visit that answers yes, it also says how long I was admitted for. End I.D.]
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[Image Description: this page is labeled Hospital Checklist, and it's just a reminder of what I personally like to bring when I'm headed to the ER and might be admitted. My list includes this planner, my phone, phone charger and brick, medications (obvs the hospital will give you your meds if you're admitted, but sometimes I'm in the lobby long enough that it's medication time and I need them on hand), laptop, laptop charger, underwear, masks, diary, pens, wallet and cards, sketchbook and pencil/pens, hand sanitizer, earbuds, MP3 player. End I.D.]
Then this is how I plan my schedule. I did the entire year from December Twenty Twenty-two to December Twenty Twenty-three, so I don't have to keep making calendars at the beginning of each month.
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[Image Description: a calendar of December Twenty Twenty-two, with a space off to the side divided between Tasks up top and Notes down below. The calendar has appointments (signified by a triangle) here and there, and other important dates.
Now after the calendar is when I start doing things month-by-month, like symptom tracking:
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[Image Description: a page entitled "December Twenty Twenty-two Symptoms/Concerns, Period Tracker". The symptoms have all been redacted, but their are page-long columns for each of my specialists. To the right is a section that says "Period Started:" followed by "Period Ended:". There ends up being a blank section beneath that, but I could always just use that if I fill up one of the columns. End I.D.]
I also added pockets to the covers in case I need to add a loose paper
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[Image Description: the insides of the front and back covers. Each has a triangular pocket made of manila folder pasted on. The front pocket is labeled "Labs/Test orders, and the back pocket is labeled "Misc. Notes/Discharge Orders". End I.D.]
I also made a page ahead of time for today's Neurosurgery consult, with the new doctor's name, address, and time I needed to be there, with half the paste dedicated to questions and concerns I had, followed by the rest of the page being appointment notes.
Other that that my BuJo is dedicated to other things, like my cats' and their illnesses, their vet info and medications and a log for when they need to see the vet, a spread dedicated to the GoFundMe for their cancer treatments and a list of charities I'm trying to contact, and other less important things I need to keep track of.
Anyway hope this helps/inspires my fellows who need to keep track of this stuff!
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craniopagi · 10 months
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non symmetrical conjoined twins, and conjoin triplet case study images
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bighermie · 2 years
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mimiswitchywrites · 1 year
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Has anyone got like a folder of info about their chronic illness that they give to their new gp or medical professionals to explain your history? I want to put one together but I have no clue where to start or what to google for inspiration
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The Body Electric: Humans Have A ‘Force Field’ Around Their Bodies
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Bioelectronic medicine (BEM) is the most recent medical revolution — not an innovation or an improvement or a step up but a radical reimagining of our understanding that it should be possible to treat human illnesses using electrical signals to replace some drugs. The implications may change the approach to developing future medicine; looking at who has already joined the efforts to further develop this field, the likelihood of a decades-long transition is high. Support from the National Institutes of Health, Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) and GlaxoSmithKline (GSK), one of the leading pharmaceutical companies, has already begun to write this chapter in mankind’s struggle against disease.
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Systematic usage of fluorides in water, milk and brushing the teeth twice a day can reduce the dental caries.
https://symbiosisonlinepublishing.com/dentistry-oraldisorders-therapy/
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mindrottinglystupid · 21 days
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One of the Best doctors.
I fell asleep hard after we got home from the doctor's office hours ago. I had to take medicine so they could draw my blood, so I don't remember the full details of what happened, and the notes I tried to take are almost completely illegible. But I'll try nonetheless!
This particular doctor, Dr. Andrew Lee, also teaches students while he works, so there were at least 7 (seven) people in the room at all times. They mostly gave me space, though. He went and had me do blood work for everything that the other doctors hadn't already done (even though the other doctors said we had done everything, apparently they were lying) in the same building. The lady who drew my blood was so nice and helped me get where I needed to be. The room I was in was quite crowded with medical stuff, so it was hard to get around with my cane.
Dr. Lee was shocked by how long my other doctors had gone on without doing anything and by how they just kept trying the same things, expecting a different outcome (FINALLY!!!!!). He told his patients,
"If something isn't working for them, don't keep trying the same thing; find something else even if you don't typically use it for that. The only thing that matters is if it works."
And I was utterly in shock. I don't think I've ever heard any of my doctors say something like that before, and they definitely didn't show it.
He also wants us back after we go to the Rheumatologist since that's the competing diagnosis. Depending on what happens with my positive ANA results depends on what else we do with him.
He also gave us a reference to a place that helps people live with impaired vision and a Children's Hospital that can give me the nutrients I have trouble absorbing and keeping down (!!!!).
No other doctor has done anything like this before. This is what all doctors should be like. This is how every patient should be treated.
It infuriates me to no end that I have gone to over 25 different doctors, and none of them had once treated me anything close to how Dr. Lee did today.
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medstudiees · 8 months
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current journal (a paperblank flexible notebook), new pencil pouch and current read: Jane Eyre☕️🫶🏻
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salvadorbonaparte · 1 year
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* blows a kiss to my computer * for JSTOR
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danoneediness · 2 years
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psyco-must
I guess there’s something wrong with me. 
It must be. 
Like, why the hell do I not feel a thing? It’s not the first time in my life that I study this subject. Not in general (like, I mean, pregnancy), but like this specific topic (as in, yk, “ay, mi piernita), and I know there’s something I must feel. Maybe regret, maybe sadness, maybe worry. But no. I feel nothing. 
I do not even feel empty because some part of me refuses to believe there was something inside to begin with. So much less I feel relief. 
So why do I feel bad then? 
I mean, it is not guilt, it is not physical sickness, it is just the feel of: wow, if I don’t feel anything I must be a psycopath, right? There’s no other explanation for this. 
I’m not truuuly worried about this, I’m not even truly mad or sad about this, I just felt the need to get it written down. Cause I’ve got this feeling that I might feel the need to read through this lines again in a few weeks, months, maybe years and find in them some explanation about something worriesome that I must be experiencing. But until that happen I’m just gonna limit myself to write what I feel, in this drunken state I’m in. 
So, let’s dig into it. 
Let’s see... I got pregnant a month ago, right? But I was really sure I was not. I mean, I was about to get my period, so there was really little chance for me to get knocked up, right? Still, it didn’t came. Then it passed like two weeks and I started drinking té de ruda. Which was awful, it doesn’t taste that bad with oregano and cinnamon, but it is still not good, much less when you drink a whole liter in just one sitting, as you try not to puke ‘cause your morning sickness are starting. Awful. 
The pain never stopped. At first I thought there were cramps, like... as in my period, yk. But then it didn’t came, my breast became more and more sensitive and painful, even bigger, and I started to get worried. Because the stomachache I could bare with, yk, I could think it was because of the hepatical damage I was giving myself, but the humoral changes??? Then I started to start convencing others so I could convence myself. 
Hard as fuck. And didn’t work. 
So then, a month later, here I was, and decided to buy a pregnancy test. It wasn’t even an expensive one because I was really sure it was gonna be negative; it was all in my head, right? I had heard all these stories about muy friends not getting their periods, doing the test, getting a negative and then the period, like if it was just waiting for the perfect moment just to say “ha! got ‘ya!”, came. 
But then there was two bars. And I started to feel I needed to panick. 
Cause there is the thing: I didn’t actually panick, I was not even mad at myself because I really was sure it was fake; I still was living on my own lie. So I told my two best friends and then they panicked the way I couldn’t. 
So I took a shower, trying to get myself together, trying to snap myself out of the cute little world I had gotten myself into. But I couldn’t really. Again, I was just thinking about the things I should be feeling, the things I should be doing. And then I started punching myself in the stomach. 
Well... not quite yet. It was actually the abdominal area, more like pubic area... trying to reach the uterus. It hurt. A lot. But didn’t help.
I was telling myself all the things that would change if I had a baby: my parents probably would kick me out of the house, I’d have to look for a job, I’d have to quit school and I’d totally ruin my future. But kindaaa didn’t think that would happen because, come on, let’s be honest: I’d literally kill myself before letting any of that happen. Like... yes, I’m that sick, and yes, I’m that depressed. 
When I got out of the shower I started looking for other ways to make myself abort. And then misoprostol came. 
I had read about it before, but didn’t buy it because I was scared I was gonna get asked about the prescription, and I didn’t went forward with it. But I was kinda getting desperate cause I really wanted to get my period. But... you know what is the sickiest part? I wanted to get it because less then a week after I had to go to my pre-internship on the hospital with my white scrub, so I didn’t want to get it stained. 
I found the way to buy de medicine (had to borrow money from my best friend -which I payed less than 2 days after-, bought it on a supermarket online and went to get it in person), and I took it. Fucking pain, it was really the worst feeling. The cramps hadn’t stopped since (I lit took it on wednesday and today it is saturday, sooooo), and neither has the bleeding. But now I’m really sure that I’m not a mom. I’m not pregnant. And, weirdly, I’m happy. 
So this takes me to some kind of debate I’ve been having with myself this weeks: what kind of feelings do I have because I want to have them, and what kind of feelings do I have because I have to have them? I mean, have as in: society tells you you should feel that way, you should think that way so you’re not a sociopath, a psycopath, so you’re not weird, so you have a heart. 
So I guess that’s a topic I’d like to get more deep into later, but I just felt the need to get ‘just the tip’ of it. (not good, don’t do it, sis)
But then here I am. I feel nothing. And I’m good with that. 
I mean, I feel cramps cause that shit won’t stop until like a few weeks, lol. 
But I do feel some change in my life: I won’t be this careless anymore, and I definitely won’t feel the same way about men anymore. 
I’m legit doubting my own sexuality, cause my gay panick is gigantic and I don’t know how to select men, lol, but I guess I should/have/must stay single. I have to get to know myself, I have to elevate my bar, my expectative, I have to make of myself someone worth respecting. 
So this is where it all starts. I was lowkey thinking about this as I drank beer, listened to day6 and the rose, and then I was like “yk what, im legit about to start pre-internship, so I should start a journal about how I’m feeling, ‘cause I feel like I’m about to fall appart if I don’t. There’s so many things happening, there’s no way I do not have emotional consequences about this, and it is gonna explode sooner or later. It should be fun to keep a record about the way I lose my mind”. 
Also it should be like a journal so there’s no way to doubt about how I was if something happens, yk, I have a pretty shitty memory. 
So that’s it. 
Enjoy, I guess :) 
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myillnessconsumesme · 2 years
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The Introduction
In September of 2020 I started feeling sick, mostly just feeling generally unwell. I was sort of nauseous, sort of dizzy and sort of in pain. In October, November and December I went to the emergency room because I was sicker than I thought was safe and basically got told nothing was wrong or it wasn’t anything big. I got new health insurance through my job at the time and in February of 2021 I finally got in to see a primary care doctor. The first time I had seen one in nearly 2 years. She said based on some blood work and CT scans the emergency room did that I should be evaluated for potential Leukemia or Lymphoma. She sent me for another CT scan with contrast and when it came back showing that I had an enlarged spleen and lymph nodes I was referred to an Oncologist for a cancer evaluation. This begins what will be a year journey to getting a diagnosis.
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This wins best article title
I imagine the researchers being so damn happy with themselves writing this and it being perfectly professional and scientific
We love bitches and queens
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