#needle safety

[wikipediapictures]

Sharps waste

#sharps #wikipedia #wikipedia pictures #medicine #medcore #medicalcore #medicore #medical #tech #technology #medical technology #medical devices #syringe #needles #needle safety #sharps safety #medical waste #sharps disposal #sharps waste #epi pen #isulin pen #injector #injections #medical aesthetic

[originalartblog]

Dazai take the fucking antidote

#open to reader interpretation #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd 112 #bsd manga spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #bsd nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #nawy's comics #cw seringe #cw needle #cw needles #for safety #even if very cartoony

[laurakwatson]

SAMPLER

Little embroideries of little things.

#embroidery #sampler #embroidered sampler #hand stitching #stitch #needlework #needle point #drawing #illustration #artists on tumblr #art #safety pins #needle and thread #buttons #aster #pressed flowers #wildflowers #asters #purple asters

[ruporas]

pet names

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash overhears a conversation from a nearby table at the restaurant they're seated at, the unnamed character saying, "Honey, can you pass me that?" Their partner says, "Sure thing, angel." The unnamed character begins again, "Say, did you hear the news from earlier?" In response, "Haven't got the chance. Tell me about it?" Vash smiles fondly, listening in as the conversation continues, "You'd never guess, babe! The runner--" Abruptly, the conversation is cut in by a "Needle nogging", Vash's expression changing instantly and no longer smiling. The panel cuts to Wolfwood who smiles lop-sidedly, pointing at Vash's plate and says, "If you're not going to eat that. I'll take it." Vash grabs the plate and holds it away and says, "Mine" while Wolfwood clicks his tongue. He pauses for a moment before asking slowly, "Hey, is there any reason you don't use cute names with me?" Wolfwood lifts a cup of water up to his lips, looking confused. He says, "I do though." Vash cuts in, "Spikey and needle nogging aren't cute!"

Vash continues with a shy expression, "Since we're together now..." he trails off and Wolfwood picks up, taking a sip of water as he says thoughtfully, "Together, huh..." Vash pauses in his sentence with a look of confusion before reaffirming, "We are together, right?" Wolfwood nods, "Right." Vash says, "Right", before continuing, his shy expression returning, "Then you can use stuff like... honey or-" Wolfwood cuts in this time and says casually, "You're not a honey though." A panel cuts of Vash's expression changing again, shocked. He asks, "Huh? Then who is?" Wolfwood says immediately, "Milly." Vash exclaims, "Milly?!" Wolfwood continues, "She's sweet, just like honey." A bubble pops up of Milly smiling as Wolfwood speaks. Vash continues, "Okay, true... What about sweetpea?" Wolfwood responds, "Kids. Kids are sweetpea. And pumpkin too." Vash continues, "Okay... What about baby?" Wolfwood says without hesitation, "Meryl." Vash exclaims again, "Meryl?!" Wolfwood explains," Noisy, like a baby." Vash mutters, "Hey, that's a bit mean..."

Vash continues persistently, "Then what about babe?" Wolfwood shrugs with a grin, "You are not a babe." Vash looks at him, slightly frustrated before exclaiming with flushed cheeks, "Then what am I?!" Wolfwood points at his hair and smiles softly, "I told you. You're the one and only needle nogging." A panel closes in on Vash's widen eyes, cheeks still red, pausing before he ultimately resigns, planting his face into the palms of his hands and muttering, "I give up..." At the same time, Wolfwood sneaks and grabs the plate of food that Vash left unattended, saying in response, "You get up cuaght up about the dumbest things, y'know that?"

The comic then picks up again to a jump in time, after they've left the restaurant. Wolfwood muses to Vash, "You said all that about the names earlier, but I don't hear ya using them for me." Vash looks to him excitably and asks, "Did you want me to?" Wolfwood looks at him with an uncertain expression, "Not really, but I guess I am curious..." Vash beams, "Then let's try some, okay... dear?" He fingerguns Wolfwood with a grin, little hearts surrounding him. Wolfwood just looks at him neutrally and says, "Okay," while thinking to himself, "Cute..." Vash exclaims, "So unenthusiastic!"

The next comic picks up at a different time, but on the same theme of pet names. Vash hugs Wolfwood and says to him, "Thank you, my love." A panel close up of Vash steadily opening his eyes before he sees Wolfwood's reaction up close, his eyes glancing away, cheeks flushed, and the smoke out of his cig forming soft hearts as he mutters, "Sure..." In a smaller, cartoonish style, Vash has a comedically exaggerated expression of shock and widened eyes as he grips Wolfwood by the shoulders while Wolfwood still wears a shy expression. He then nudges his head to the side of Wolfwood's with a close eyed happy smile, hugging him close and says, "So, there WAS one you liked!" Wolfwood, still looking away, but now with an irritated and embarrassed expression, grumbles, "Shut up..."

The final image is a short sequence. Wolfwood is working on something, spacing out as he does, while Vash from off screen calls for him, starting with "Babeeee? Babe? Beautiful? Honey? My love?" All of which gets no reaction from Wolfwood. Vash pauses for a moment before piping up again, "wolfwood?" Wolfwood turns around, finally noticing that Vash was calling for him and asks, "What?" A box at the bottom of the page says, "Unresponsive to anything other than his names." END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #ULTIMATELY the most convenient is to stick to needle noggin and wolfwood because it just makes the most sense to them. i also think the way #they refer to each other is such a like.. distancing manner at first. #because i think wolfwood DID call vash by his name at first right?? i mean it was spiraling from vash the stampede to vash and then to #spikey in that one town near the beginning of maximum #i dont know how to word it but the fact they call each other these particular monikers that dont get regularly echoed by others #IN PARTICULARLY needle noggin being SO specific to vash from wolfwood really pushes in the special place wolfwood has in vash's life. #wolfwood doesnt get the name wolfwood used for him often too. hes been called priest chapel nicholas nico.... #but vash uses wolfwood out of all of them. kills me every time #its just like the safest name for him. the thing about wolfwood is that it still is universally used for him too. he introduces himself as #nicholas d wolfwood to others as seen from when he first met vash.... regular citizens or kids mightv called him mr wolfwood and stuff... #so it kind of settles itself as a name for the mundane for safety for comfort. #but then they call each other by their first names in vol 10 and i . shatter sfx. needle noggin and wolfwood are so Precious to them for #each other but they're capable of using each other's first names too in such a gentle manner. i mean when vash used nicholas #it was in comforting gesture too. nicholas is who melanie and the kids know and that nicholas is still very much there even pass #the bloodshed. and when ww uses vash so his family knows of vash and his identity and the safety the name vash reflects...

[uncanny-tranny]

I've always found the argument against sharps containers being in accessible, public places (e.g. public restrooms) to be weird because... If people are going to use anyway (which, at some point, becomes necessary because withdraw can be, literally, deadly), I'd rather them being able to properly dispose of their equipment. Sharps can be vessels that contain disease regardless of if you use the sharp for medicine, drugs, or drawing blood. It's a matter of the safety of the person using the sharp and other people's safety if the sharps containers are in places where it is known that sharps are turning up.

#politics #drugs tw #drug tw #drug mention tw #needle tw #needles tw #needle mention tw #like there is a reason that i have to dispose of my sharps (IM testosterone) in a sharps container #it's a matter of preserving my safety AND other people's safety *just in case* something were to happen to expose them to my sharpa #and i privately take my medication (i.e. only take it in my home) #i'm always happy to see sharps containers in public spaces because of this #at some point you have to reckon with the fact that people will use sharps and needles for whatever #if you dog your heels in and go 'no!!! >:(' and refuse to budge you are potentially endangering others because people will improperly... #...dispose of used sharps (see: leaving them uncapped/thrown in a trash bag/leaving them on counters or toilet basins)... #...because you haven't given them the CHANCE to take the preventative measure of proper disposal

[deepspaceclawstation]

Since I can't knit for a few days because of the hand-burning-thing, here's a(n extremely blurry) progress update. I have about 22 more stockinette rows before decreases and ribbing.

#Knitting #Boswellia tag #I got stitch markers but they are kind of useless and I regret the 50 rs I spent on them #Safety pins + spare yarn for the win for real #Also no one told me I'm supposed to stagger my floats to avoid laddering #My yoke colourwork has so much laddering. that portion is actually supposed to be knit with 2 size smaller needles so it was already loose #The bottom one is nice because it's actually in the appropriate size (though the gauge is off) #My crafts #I have so many tags I forget #ID in alt #Fiber art

[whumpacabra]

18. Again

Disorientation, blood loss, field medicine, medical treatment, needle use [IV], fear for others safety, anticipated violence, nonconsensual drugging, brief suicidal ideation, referenced stitches, referenced gunshot wound, implied head injury, implied past noncon

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The Wolf wasn’t sure how he got on his back, or where his shirt went, but he didn’t like it. The air kissing his skin was cold - not the ice he was familiar with but enough to make his skin prick to gooseflesh. People were speaking, the voices garbled.

The familiar sting of an IV bit the inside of his elbow, heavy exhaustion reminding him of his injuries more than their pain. The right side of his face and head were bound in dry, fresh gauze, skin taught with stitches. His right arm burned, every twitch igniting the spot where the bullet had torn through his flesh.

The Wolf could smell antiseptic and the rubbery scent of examination gloves. The hard cold surface below him was probably a table in the medical wing. He wasn’t sure if he was crying, but he certainly wanted to.

Had they gotten caught? They probably got caught. Then where was Harrison? He hoped Harrison wasn’t here.

The gloved hands were quick, not lingering as they smeared antiseptic over scrapes or applied butterfly stitches to deeper cuts. How long would he be given to heal? Or would they put him in the Box to fester and rot? That wouldn’t make sense - they were tending to his wounds. They needed him alive.

He had a good guess for what.

(“A bitch like you’s only good for two things: fighting and fucking. And you’ve got no fighting days left.”)

The sound that gargled in his throat wasn’t enough to stop the hands from turning him over, the rough texture under his stomach cold. They started working at the burns on his shoulders, and the Wolf felt fire simmer in his gut.

He’d kill whoever touched him again. He’d rip them apart. No more. Not again. Never again.

His hearing implants whined, the distant tap tap tap of military standard boots rang in his skull. No. His handler wasn’t here. The Wolf killed him. Hadn’t he? Maybe he hadn’t - maybe his handler and the overseers were here at medical. Maybe they were waiting for the okay from the staff before they tore him apart again.

Would he be given time to rest and heal? He needed a day - at least a few hours of sleep - he knew in his gut he would simply die of exhaustion if they had him again. The words around him were clearing, still a slurry of unfamiliar voices in his blood starved brain.

Unfamiliar, save for one.

Harrison.

Oh god Harrison was here in medical and his handler was nearby and Harrison was going to die badly and the Wolf would have to watch and he was helpless to stop it -

Except he wasn’t helpless. Save for the IV wrapped around his arm, his hands and feet were free. Unbound. His handler always prided his Wolf on how well behaved he was for the staff. Didn’t even need a muzzle like other, poorly trained dogs.

The Wolf could take advantage of that.

He couldn’t help but flinch as a gloved hand prodded at the cut that wrapped from his spine to his hip, his poorly placed butterfly stitches pried away with intense focus. Now or never.

His elbow struck true, catching the staff member’s jaw as the Wolf reared up on his knees. The IV line in his arm ripped free, blood spattering across the blue tarp.

Tarp? It didn’t matter, the momentum was too strong and the fear in his blood at the sound of those rapidly approaching boots was too great. The Wolf turned, following through after his elbow with a hand around the medic’s throat. He couldn’t use his right hand; that arm was already bleeding and burning from the torn IV and strained stitches. His momentum carried the medic to his back, the Wolf’s knee pressing down on his stomach.

“Wolf, no!”

Harrison. Harrison’s voice.

The Wolf’s blurry vision swam as he looked up from the masked medic below him. Harrison’s worried face drifted in and out of focus, lips moving but sound buffered by the whine of his hearing implants.

He yelped as strong hands pried into his bruised shoulder, wrenching him off of the medic. His back hit the ground, a pair of military standard boots in his face. His handler. Oh god. He was dead. He hoped he was going to die. He hoped those boots would slam down on his windpipe and let him suffocate before those hands touched anything else -

“Wolf, hey, Wolfie, easy - they’re - they’re trying to help.” Harrison’s face drifted back into view, and the Wolf was dimly aware his face was cradled in those bony hands. He whimpered, pressing the uninjured left side of his face deeper into Harrison’s hold. His hands were warm. “Yeah - yeah there you go, it’s just me. You’re alright. We’re alright.”

His breathing was calming, but his vision was still swimming and sparked with stars. This wasn’t the sterile white medical lab. This was a dusty garage that smelled like motor oil and blood. The medic behind the mask was being helped up by a woman in a sweater - definitely against regulation for its vibrant pink and superfluous tassels.

He lifted his eyes beyond Harrison, looking up at the man above the military boots. He was young, half panicked eyes looking between the medic and Harrison. The Wolf wished he could hear what he was saying, lips moving faster than his sluggish brain could hope to read.

He was dimly aware of a keening whine in his throat as Harrison helped the medic move him back into the tarp, on his stomach where he couldn’t see -

The world went dark faster than he could contemplate that fear.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #disorientation #blood loss #field medicine #medical treatment #needle use #fear for others safety #anticipated violence #nonconsensual drugging #suicidal ideation #referenced stitches #referenced gunshot wound #implied head injury #implied noncon #past noncon #freelancers au #*gently holds wolf* I bet on losing dogs #:] I’ve been awake since 2 AM yall it’s been a morning™ #ashen if you’re reading this: as you can see giving wolf a hug is probably not the best idea if you want to comfort him #give that man a room w a door he can lock from the inside. and a really soft blanket. he’d probably appreciate that.

[theclosetedskeleton]

First patch I’ve ever made and its the Palestinian flag because i support palestine and spreading awareness is important ^_^

#palestine #free palestine #yeah ik it sucks but it was fun to make i wanted to learn how to make patches AND spreading awareness is important #made this using *checks notes* #dental floss old/unworn cloth safety pins scissors and a #stitching needle i stole from in my house #also i learned how to stitch cloth from this so HOORAY #this could be miles better but oh well #closet rambles again on tumblr #diy patches

[gummi-stims]

Earrings from studiocult on tiktok!

#stimboard #moodboard #stim #irl people #hands #jewelry #earrings #paperclip #safety pin #needle #bread tag #soda tab #pop tab #soda #star #moon #stars #silver #pencil #s #ears #metallic #shiny #sewing needle

[wikipediapictures]

Needlestick injury

#injury prevention #safety needle #wikipedia #wikipedia pictures #medicine #medcore #medicalcore #medicore #medical #needle safety #hospitalcore #medical aesthetic #hospital aesthetic #medical procedure #medical professionals #phlebotomy #blood draw #blood #needles #phlebotomist #vacutainer

[frogcreates]

have you ever wished that there was a traffic cone, but it was also a rug? well, your dreams have come true!!!! this is a soft, fluffy punch needle mini-rug/wall hanging, in a very orangey orange. it's perfect decor for fans of safety, road repair, and municipal services.

you can buy it here!! it qualifies for free shipping with the code FREESHIP50 :)

#art #fiber art #punch needle #wall hanging #traffic cone #safety #my shop #small business #queer artist

[thequibblingking13]

Was absolutely gutted finding out what tarountula's evolution was while playing pokemon scarlet so i decided to take a shot at making my own evolution that actually keeps in line with the original theming!

Meet Spoolantula, the Crafts pokemon!! To protect their young from Scyther, they create intricate nests of string high up in trees and form communities for protection!

#fakemon #pokemon #tarountula #spoolantula #bee draws #also!!! fun details but the front arms are knitting needles and the face shape resembles safety scissors!

[sixftmp3]

hello tumblr. i am going to tell u all abt the dumbest idea i’ve ever had

Big Guy Amigurimi.

this yarn is huge, like its the width of my thumb. why on earth am i making an amigurimi out of thick ass yarn u probably shouldnt make an amigurimi out of? because i want to next question

i'll be making a shark! i'll keep u guys updated via this post and my brand new #crowcheting tag :D

#me.txt #crowcheting #haha hey guys do u like my crochet tag. crow-chet :) #im sooooo funny #anyway i still technically need to finish the normal sized/small shark first #but like. IM SO EXCITED TO START THE BIG FUCKER #THE YARN IS SOOOO PRETTY IT HAS RANDOM FLECKS OF COPPER IN IT SO I TIHNK IM GONNA BUY SAFETY EYES THAT ARE COPPER OR BRONZE #the pattern also calls for. erm. sewing. so i need to find a needle that this big fuck ass yarn will fit thru #but thats a later problem lol

[arowrath]

i love sewing because i love to prick my fingers on safety pins

#text #needles generally i am fine with they are nice to me it is like the bond between a horse and their human girl #safety pins however........Well we dont always get along .

[chans-room]

I'm assuming that, in grade school, you helped at least one person pierce their ear using stationary supplies.

Hey, that's not fair bc you already know I did that to myself!!

But uh. You are in fact. Not wrong 😬 it was also more than once...........

#one time was with a tack #another time was with a stapler 😬 #tbf the guy asked me to staple his ear... #there were a lot of safety pins #once with a sewing needle like off a sewing machine #yeah so I did a lot of medically unsafe hoodrat shit in my youth #don't be like me and pierce your lip with a safety pin #you'll hit a vein and bleed everywhere #and also don't be like me and be dumb and do it a second...third...fourth...etc time #the tack/pushpin through the cartilage was brutal tho

[whumpacabra]

23. Daymare

Nightmare, comfort, fear for others’ safety, referenced gunshot wound, referenced head injury, referenced nonsexual nudity, referenced needle use [IV], vaguely implied past noncon and anticipated violence

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The Wolf could hear him whimpering in his sleep. Harrison was nearby - to his right, closer to the ground (he was on a bed?). The Wolf pulled himself into his elbows, ignoring the pulsing pain from the gunshot wound in his right arm.

With his enhanced hearing, the Wolf had been listening to the man’s unsteady breathing; gasps and winces of pain betrayed by the smallest of sounds. Looking down at him (the Wolf's right eye still smothered in gauze) he was clearly still asleep.

Dreaming.

The Wolf couldn’t remember the last time he dreamed. (The was probably for the best, given how upset Harrison looked.)

The room was empty, save for them. He could hear movement and words nearby - the clatter of ceramic on wood (a table?). The voices were talking about him.

The Wolf shied from his own name, sitting up and taking inventory of his body. He still had no clothes (very bad) but the itch and sting of his injuries had faded. The blood bag attached it his IV line had been bled dry.

He removed the needle cautiously, hands steady. He didn’t want the IV stand rattling as he moved around. There was a second bag on the stand - clear fluids running down a line to Harrison’s right hand. It seemed, even in spite of his dreaming, Harrison didn’t toss or turn in his sleep.

The Wolf waited a moment for his fuzzy vision to clear after he sat up, legs swung over the side of the bed. He needed clothes. Rummaging through the dresses found him fresh pants and trousers and an oversized shirt that wasn’t too painful to fit his injured arm into.

Harrison’s breathing was turning labored, sweat beading on his forehead. The voices outside - talking about him, about Harrison - would hear his whines soon enough. The Wolf’s chest clenched at the thought.

His sleeping quarters had always been safe, had been predictably his own space - had been. Until they weren’t.

Would it be the same here?

Were they just lulling the pair into complacency, into false security?

All so they could smile and laugh as they ripped it away again - ?

Harrison needed to be quiet. He needed to wake up.

The Wolf crouched next to Harrison’s cot in a half kneel, putting his body between him and the door. His left hand hovered, fingers shaking. Did Harrison want to be woken? Did he care if their saviors (captors?) invaded this room?

The Wolf wanted him awake. The Wolf cared deeply about keeping the voices on the other side of the door out.

He laid his left hand on Harrison’s shoulder and gently squeezed. The sleeping man tensed, breathing short and pained.

“Wake up. You’re dreaming.” His hoarse whisper didn’t stir Harrison, who only whimpered, eyes twitching behind his eyelids. “Harrison, wake up.”

Shaking his shoulder a little harder, the Wolf flinched away as Harrison gasped awake, grasping at his arm. Harrison’s eyes were wide, tears threatening to spill as he looked between the Wolf and the bed and the late afternoon sunlight filtering between the window shades.

“Oh god I thought - he was - ” Harrison’s whispers shuddered in his chest. The Wolf settled, Harrison’s grip on his arm firm but not bruising. Harrison leaned forward, resting his head against the Wolf’s shoulder as his breathing evened.

And the Wolf let him.

He should have been scared of that, knowing how even gentle touches could wound as deep as any knife. Was it bad that he wasn’t frightened of Harrison’s trembling fingers? Harrison hadn’t hurt him - not even when he was stripped and beaten and weak.

Maybe he had just wanted the Wolf clean. But Harrison had brought him his clothes and hadn’t asked him to take them off. If he had wanted the Wolf dead, it would have been efficient to abandon him after finding the vehicle bay. Why had he come back? What did he want?

At the moment, it seemed he just wanted the Wolf to stay beside him, something steady to cling to. The Wolf would give it to him. He leaned against Harrison’s weight, the embrace alien in its painlessness. He wasn’t scared of giving Harrison this moment of peace and security.

He should have been scared, but he wasn’t.

Harrison was soft. He was gentle and warm and even when his voice had venom it was a balm compared to the vitriol the Wolf’s handler had for him. The Wolf wasn’t made to hold soft things, he wasn’t worthy to sap that warmth and accept that gentleness in turn.

(What creature carved from such violence could be? What rebirth was without blood?)

There were others he had seen, crafted to be sheep in appearance and behavior until their teeth were needed. He hadn’t qualified for that program. His teeth and claws couldn’t be tucked away in cottony wool long enough for that kind of assignment.

Looking back, the Wolf had been envious of those projects. Even when he saw them break apart, shattered and liquidated, he envied their brief performances. How he had wished he was still enough of a person to remember the mask, to be anything but a blunt instrument meant to inflict pain. He had resigned himself to his collar and leash, until -

Until his handler gave him a mask and told him to play the part of a person. The Wolf was cast in the role of human cruelty, a role he knew well as its victim in an earlier production. (His handler was not a person of soft things and gentle eyes, but he was a person nonetheless.)

Maybe the Wolf could play that part a bit longer. He would wait and see if the wool stuck around his sharp edges long enough to let Harrison sleep.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds

#whump #comfort #nightmare #fear for others safety #referenced gunshot wound #referenced head injury #referenced nonsexual nudity #needle use #past noncon #anticipated violence #Wolf has trust issues but he’s trying #freelancers au #wolf may be touch averse but hes also hella touch starved so hes got complicated feelings on hugs (from Harrison only) #i know its not quite a hug ashen but eh close enough?