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leahluvr · 7 months

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nothing’s wrong - lucy bronze x reader

genre: reader gets diagnosed with a heart condition right before the euro finals, angst

warnings: chronic condition, injury

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the last few weeks had been great, but awful. while the excitement for your teams progression in the 2022 euros was unimaginable, your underlying illness threatened to overshadow your joy. before the euros had kicked off, unbeknownst to your long term girlfriend, lucy, you had been feeling agonising chest pains, almost like palpitations, a shortness of breath, feeling lightheaded when standing up after sitting down or after a long day of training, and a plethora of other unusual occurrences. even during times of intimacy with lucy, you struggled to pluck up the courage to ask to slow down, feeling your own heart race and beginning to hyperventilate. you did your best to hide your pain from lucy as you knew she would become overbearingly cautious if you told her anything. you couldn’t burden her.

seeing that you had progressed further into the tournament, you made the responsible decision to visit the gp, brushing it off to lucy, letting her know it was just a ‘yearly checkup’.

“yearly checkup?” she asked, “but, love, we have regular checkups at camp all the time?”

“i know but,” you stopped to think of something to come up with, “my mum’s still got me signed up with this clinic; got the memo from mum and the gp to head in so…”

“alright, well if you say so,” she didn’t look so convinced, but to her, why else would you need to visit a doctor? “good luck, babe!”

she pressed a quick but deep kiss to your lips before you left out the door, keys in hand.

you sat in the waiting room impatiently, your leg shaking uncontrollably. again, out of nowhere, you clenched your chest in pain. you were even more eager than before to find out what was going on with your body, it posed as a constant reminder of your fragile state.

“yn yln” a nurse, holding a tablet, looked around the room before you stood, sending you a forced smile.

“right so, to definitively explain any of these symptoms your experiencing,” the doctor who sat before, you rested his hands on his knees, “we are going to need to run a few tests,”

“and since the mri is available in this schedule block, we’ll get that out the way, other wise you’ll be on a waiting list for possibly weeks.”

you kept your mouth shut and nodded in compliance.

after one uncomfortably claustrophobic mri, a couple of blood tests and other tests you couldn’t quite wrap your head around or understand, you were sat down in front of your doctor again.

“now, you won’t get the test results back for at least a week, so we’ll have you come visit again when we get those processed. given your symptoms and based off previous patients, i’d say you have postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, more so known as pots,”

“which means; before you get any prescription medication, i’d advise you not to partake in any vigorous cardio activity like running, long distance walking, swimming or cycling.”

your jaw dropped and you chuckled at the suggestion in utter disbelief.

“i’m sorry but, i’m a professional footballer, i’ve got a semi-final and possibly a final game coming up to play, i’ve never gotten this far before, it’s a once in a life time opportunity. i have play.”

“look, i’d heavily advise you not to play your games at all but, if you do, i’d highly recommend for you to chat to your coach or manager to cut your time on the pitch, you need to let your body rest even if you aren’t experiencing extreme symptoms.”

you weren’t going to let some stupid heart condition stop you from winning that euros trophy with your national team and the love of your life. so what did you do? you didn’t listen. you disregarded your doctors advice with a hefty cost.

the semi-final had a positive outcome, england dominating and leading into the final. you had managed to play for the first half of the match and sat down, breathless and dizzy; you were fine. the test results from the appointment were still yet to come, so you didn’t visit the doctors again before the final game.

you quietly sat next to the right of lucy on the coach, her hand intertwined yours, thumb moving back and forth on your hand to soothe the nerves. the two of you had your heads lent against each other, finding comfort in one another’s proximity. suddenly, you were grasping at your chest, it ached terribly; it felt as though it was burning slowly in molten lava.

“babe, are you alright?” she looked at your with concern, eyes frantic for an explanation.

you eased your expression of pain with a short laugh.

“i think i ate my cereal too fast this morning from all the nerves,” you say, gritting a smile, “i’ve got heartburn!”

“you stupid girl,” she smiled gently, “have some water, love.”

she passed you her water bottle, and as you chugged it down, you were washed with the slight relief of pain and relief of lucy believing you. you could not cost lucy stressing out over you; of all people, especially before a final.

when you took a step into the stadium, the fans roared in anticipation. the energy was palpable, but so was the pain in your chest.

when the whistle was blown, your body moved on sheer willpower, adrenaline drowning out the cries of protest within.

you made eye contact with lucy on the pitch several times, her eyes fixed on you, mixed with pride and concern.

the first half passed in a blur, and as you retreated to the sidelines, you gasped for air, your vision blurring at the edges. lucy rushed to your side, her worry etched into every line on her face.

“sweet, what’s wrong?” she asked, placing a hand on your cheek, “i think you need to stop, yn, sub off for the next half, you look so burnt out.”

“i can’t let the team down, lucy. i’ll be fine!” you managed a weak smile trying to reassure her.

but even as you said the words, doubt crept in. you’d have to push through another 45 minutes of the game. your heart flooded with guilt, seeing as lucy was still unaware of your body’s intentions.

“yn!” sarina called for you, “what’s going on? you’re playing really badly, losing possession of the ball. if you don’t get your head in the game for this next half, i’m going make you sit out, there are other girls here who want to experience the game.”

you looked towards the ground in regret, you knew it wasn’t right for you to play. still, you wanted to contribute to the win, selfishly.

“sorry boss,” you apologised, shooting a smirk, “think it’s all the nerves about winning!”

sarina laughed and let you run off.

during the second half, you found yourself struggling to keep up. despite the excitement of providing the assist to tooney’s first goal for england, the pain in your chest intensified. your breaths came in ragged gasps and your legs felt like lead. despite the signs of your body begging for you to stop, you persisted. you couldn’t give up, there were still a view minutes to go.

in the final moments of the game, you pushed forward, using your last reserves of energy to fuel your movements.

as the crowd erupted in cheers, you collapsed to the ground, hands clawing at your chest that was constricting with pain. the action of having your eyes closed in contribution to the consecutive jabs you felt in your heart, dulled out the noise of your surroundings.

none of the team, not even lucy, had noticed you struggling, they’d all been huddling together and celebrating their history-changing win. you managed to push yourself up from the ground, which was a bad idea. as soon as you stood, your vision began to blur; pitch combining with the crowd. it felt as though gravity pulled you down, as you roughly collapsed to the grass from feeling faint, the next thing you know; everything went black.

it didn’t take long for the team to notice your lack of presence, as they heard the cheers of the crowd had transitioned into gasps and screams.

lucy was by your side in an instant, her hands quickly coming to the base of your neck for support.

“baby, yn, wake up please,” her voice quivered, she brushed your hair away your face and pressing a hard kiss to your forehead.

the team and medics surrounded your limp body, seemingly baffled by the sudden fainting.

but as your body began convulsing and your breath went from unusual to gone, your younger teammates began to cry, turning away from the scene.

“get the paramedics!” lucy’s voice cracked in panic, looking around frantically for someone to say or do something. tears began falling from eyes, and she pushed them desperately away with her hands.

she could see hempo sprinting to the sidelines, asking to get the paramedics that had specially been on standby for the final.

it didn’t take long for the paramedics to have their hands on your chest, wasting no time to check your pulse, going straight to compressing firmly and quickly with no prior precautions.

lucy’s heart shattered when she made out the sound of a few of your ribs cracking from the compressions. was she going to lose you?

lucy had encased your hands in hers the whole ride to the hospital, drowning in fear. but lucy couldn’t look at you, way too scared and worried for your health. the paramedics had managed to get your heart beating at a regular rate and breathing in control, but you were yet to awaken.

the hospital room you were now situated in was quiet, heart rate monitor beeping from normal to moderately high, in waves. lucy stayed by your side, staring at the iv drip slowly releasing into the needle plunged in your arm.

there was a knock on the door and a nurse walked in to look at lucy, a smile on her face.

“hi, a friend, i’m assuming?” she asked, looking back at forth between your unconscious body and lucy.

“nah, girlfriend.” lucy replied.

“oh i’m sorry, um so i’ve got a bit of a synopsis for you. so yn here, seeing she’s been recently diagnosed with postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, the doctors just said that she’s had a severe pots episode, very similar to a heart attack. she’s got a couple of broken ribs from the cpr but, they’ll heal in no time. not to worry, she’ll be okay in a few weeks time.”

“i’m sorry, she’s been diagnosed with what?”

“postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome or you probably know it as pots,” she informed lucy, quickly noticing her face of shock and confusion, “…she hadn’t told you yet?”

“no,” lucy whispered a reply.

“i’m really sorry, it’s a chronic heart syndrome. well, she’ll be awake very soon, so i wish you luck with your conversation. let me know if you need anything.”

lucy curtly nodded to the nurse and watched her walk out the door before repositioning her attention to you. her eyes wavered over your sleeping body.

she placed her hands over her face and broke down crying. she sobbed for minutes, though it felt like hours to her. obsessive thoughts clouded her head, subsequently haunting her.

why hadn’t you told her? were you to scared to tell her? did you not trust her? didn’t you tell her everything? why? did you even love her?

you slowly opened your eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights beaming from above. the sterile smell of the hospital room filled your senses and you tuned in to hear the beeps of the monitor and quiet sobs and sniffles coming from beside you.

“darling, don’t cry,” you croaked, lifting and reaching a heavy arm towards her, though it felt like it was anchored to the bed.

lucy almost plunged towards you when she noticed your voice and lifted her head to see your eyes, droopy, but open. she had to restrain herself from embracing you tightly, as she was reminded of the broken ribs that the nurse had mentioned earlier.

“you scared the shit the out of me,” she whispered in your neck, as you caressed her head gently, “why didn’t you saying anything?”

“i’m so sorry luce, i was so worried i was going to scare you,” you sighed, “i didn’t want to stress you out before the final, so i was going to wait before i told you.”

“yn, i would rather want to make sure your okay, then win some stupid football game. you mean everything to me and i don’t want to lose you.”

“i’m sorry, lucy, i love you.”

“i love you too,” lucy whispered, voice full of emotion, “but promise me you’ll never shut me out. this is such a big thing to hide. we’ll face these things together, no matter what, okay?.”

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an: dk if i like how this turned out 🧍‍♀️

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni #engwnt #woso one shot #woso community #woso

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bi-bats · 7 days

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timkon exes to lovers? 👀👀

(also, hi!!! how’s it going?)

Hello!!!!! Yes I am SO stoked about that one honestly because I have literally like. 17k words of it or something cause it's one of my older fics! Here's a snippet:

“Hey,” Kon said, and the room was too heavy, too thick for him to be sarcastic the way Tim knew he wanted to be. “Hey.” It was barely a whisper out of Tim’s throat, and for a moment he wanted to lean forward and wrap his arms around Kon. Then he remembered to be angry. It had been so long since he’d been in his room that he barely remembered how he’d left it, but he knew somewhere in his head that it shouldn’t have been so clean. Everything was tidy except for his bed, which wasn’t made, and that wasn’t quite right. He knew he’d made it before leaving, the last time. He wanted to smell his sheets to be certain, but he was pretty sure Kon had slept in his bed. No, Tim. Bad Tim. Creepy Tim. There was an easier way to find out, anyways. “Did you sleep in my bed?” he asked, and he hadn’t quite remembered to leak the anger into his voice. It came out soft, too soft, the way being around Kon always made him. Kon’s face flushed, but he didn’t drop his gaze. “Didn’t seem like you were going to be using it,” he mumbled, shrugging, and that was the spark Tim needed to remember he was mad. “Well, I wasn’t, to be honest.” His voice finally found that icy tone he knew Kon would recognize, saw the moment his posture stiffened as he recognized exactly which Tim he was talking to. “I was just planning on stopping in here to breathe for a moment, because that party is starting to get a little too drunk for my liking, so imagine my surprise when-” “Why didn’t you leave?” Kon interrupted him, his gaze burning into him.

jadkjfak I LOVE that fic so much 💚 would love to finish it one day lmaooo

send me an ask about one of my WIPs!

I'm going to answer how I am under a read more because that is sort of a complicated answer, and I'll be talking about health stuff so consider that my health CW/TW for it

Hi!!! Thanks for asking!! I have been wanting to give a little update on how I'm doing because the answer is... not great, honestly.

I got put on medical leave for two months and got diagnosed with degenerative disc disease in my spine (which is something that doctors keep telling me I'm very young to have), and I'm doing 6 weeks of physical therapy for that. Honestly, I've had chronic back pain for 8 years, and I really haven't had time to process that information with all the rest of the stuff I have going on. I'm waiting for an MRI to see what's causing the degeneration.

I've also been having heart palpitations and lightheadedness and chest pain that were mostly addressed when we figured out that I have anemia (not the traditional kind, though, and it seems to be being caused by something else). That said, I wore a heart monitor for a week before addressing the anemia, and the results on that were very reassuring, so my heart looks okay. I've still been having some symptoms, but much less.

However, I've also been having really horrible GI issues that I'm waiting for a bunch of tests to see if I need any procedures or surgeries done to fix, or if it's a problem that can be solved more easily. I have severe nausea, acid reflux, problems actually digesting food, and I've lost like... 12-13 pounds in the last month I think? I get hungry and then I eat and then food makes me feel awful, but if I don't eat, I also feel awful. My body is flat out refusing to digest certain foods and I do not know why. There are other symptoms that I just don't want to share. It's been really frustrating. I feel horrible all the time. I wasn't staying at home for almost a month because I just didn't feel safe staying by myself. I actually answered some of these asks tonight while sitting on the bathroom floor because I wasn't sure that I wasn't going to throw up (I didn't though! yay!).

But basically, just about all of my energy is going into figuring out what's wrong with me right now. And when it isn't going into that, it's going into spending time with my friends and loved ones in an attempt to get through some of the pain/stress.

So yeah, things are rough. It's why I haven't been super active on here or ao3 this year. I am having a really difficult time focusing on writing, and that sucks, because I love writing. It's my #1 outlet and like. I fully can't focus on it.

Anyways. I don't really know where to end this, but that's what's going on with me. I might post a little update later on next week if I get any answers. I have a CT scan and an upper gi scan next week to see if they can see anything wrong just from that, and then more tests after that too.

Thanks for asking, though! I appreciate everyone's asks, this was a fun little distraction from all the stuff I just talked about💖

Also want to add for anyone reading this: I have many doctors trying to figure this out right now and they are running every test we can all think of. Please, please do not tell me what thing you think may be causing this in a reply or a tag, because it'll send me down a medical anxiety rabbit hole and then all I'll be doing for the rest of the night is panicking. I know the goal of any kind of comment like that would not be to make me panic, but that is what it would result in. So please, anyone can feel free to reply, but please don't reply with any sort of diagnosis or suggestion of what you think the problem might be. Thank you for understanding 💚

#☁️ eidoloony #batsasks #bibatrambles

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ula-ula-island-kahuna · 4 months

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((Oops. Okay so. I totally forgot to mention why I've been inactive. On December 13th, I got hit by a car lol. I was a pedestrian crossing the street when it happened. I am OK at most. My knee is a little funny but we're waiting on some MRI results to come back in to determine if I need surgery or something. I got myself a lawyer and been doing well in home recovery. Sorry for the inactivity.))

#posting this here and reblogging to my oc account as well.#i'm OKAY please dont' worry

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crippleprophet · 2 years

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Wait holy shit

AS describes exactly the pain I have

oh boy okay as i’ve mentioned i’ve got an extensive document on AS symptoms & mythbusting coming soon but i’ve been wanting to do a quick summary of “wtf is that?” for a while and this is the perfect opportunity! most stats in this post from this 2022 summary article (link) but note that their gender stats are questionable as recent studies show equal prevalence regardless of ‘sex’. so!

wtf is AS?

ankylosing spondylitis is a systemic autoimmune disorder characterized by inflammatory back pain. it’s estimated to be 1.5 times as common as rheumatoid arthritis and over 6 times as common as lupus (SLE) but is incredibly underdiagnosed, which is why i’m super loud about it!

key symptoms of inflammatory back pain:

most frequent onset in early 20s but can be juvenile or later. articles say onset is prior to age 40 but seeing as i’m deeply skeptical of all things medical establishment i wouldn’t rule later onset out

either no history of mechanical trauma or unrelated (for example, i have a herniated disk but had AS symptoms for years before then)

pain gets worse with rest and better with movement - most sources say “exercise” but in the experience of me and other folks with AS i’ve talked to that’s debatable at best. my pain gets worse after remaining in the same position and better with rotating, stretching, etc; sitting upright is most painful for me, but on typical days i need to alternate laying down and standing / walking briefly

morning stiffness and back pain that wakes you up at night

alternating buttock (butt) pain

articles say inflammatory back pain improves with NSAIDs but i’ve never met any chronically ill person whose pain has been made manageable with NSAIDs

AS can also include (usually asymmetrical) joint pain in other locations (especially large joints like the hips, shoulders, neck, and knees - juvenile AS commonly starts with pain in one or both knees prior to spine involvement), fatigue, peripheral neuropathy, and enthesitis (inflammation of tendon insertion points, especially plantar fasciitis).

testing and diagnosis:

CRP and ESR for inflammation. 40-50% of people with AS do not have elevated inflammatory blood markers.

HLA-B27 gene marker. less common in people with non-radiographic AS (doesn’t show up on an x-ray) and more common in white people. only 6-10% of people who are HLA-B27 positive develop AS and plenty (10-30%) of people with AS are negative for HLA-B27 - myself included!

x-ray and MRI for spine inflammation. both of mine were negative; the absence of clinically visible inflammation does not rule out AS. there is a growing body of literature and education about non-radiographic AS; my rheumatologist put me on 20mg prednisone for a week while waiting on my bloodwork and scan results and when that helped my back pain immensely, said “yep it’s definitely inflammatory then” and that this is the standard of diagnosis/care rheumatological associations are advocating for

i wish you the absolute best of luck in finding an explanation and treatment for your pain 💕 if you (or anyone reading this who suspects they have AS!) have any questions feel free to reply, send me an ask, or dm me!

#ankylosing spondylitis #chronic pain #back pain #lower back pain #chronic fatigue #knee problems #knee pain #mac.txt #asks

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gabbagepatch · 1 month

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ENT totally dismissed me 3-19-2024

I had my ENT appointment yesterday after waiting three months and I probably saw the doctor for about five minutes. He came in, didn’t ask any questions, looked bored while I told him what was happening, questioned the test results I just got 20 minutes ago in his practice, didn’t look at my MRI, argued with me about my symptoms, and told me that he couldn’t do anything. He offered me Valium if “it would make me feel better”. I said no thanks.

He told me I'm too young for anything to be wrong and that it'll go away "any minute." He scheduled another appointment two months from now. Wtaf? Even if, hypothetically, this thing I've been living with for 1/3 of the year will just disappear in the future--I'm still being disabled by it right now!

If anything it's getting worse, not better. My vision is distorted now and I'm getting migraines 4-5 times a week. The pressure in my ear caused my eardrum to burst. How the hell can anyone look me in the eye and say to wait until it ~goes away~?

I could not stop crying afterwards, thank the Lord my mom was there and thank Him again for my therapy appointment tomorrow. I feel so defeated, sad, angry, and my ear really fucking hurts.

I'm so heartbroken. My PCP recommended him so highly, and I really trust him. I expected to at least be seen for more than five minutes. He prescribed me steroid drops and if those don't give me miraculous improvement after 7 days I'm looking for a neurologist and/or neurotologist.

I am absolutely not waiting another two months for treatment just because Dr. Donothing thinks 21 year-old women can't be ill. Fuck that noise.

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soniabigcheese · 1 month

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Sorry

Under the cut for ... reasons

I'm not begging for sympathy or seeking attention here, I may even delete this post later on.

I just wanted to give folks a heads up.

If I go inactive, it's because I'm using all my spoons up very very quickly. Even for chatting.

Most days, I find I'm just existing. Getting up, letting dog out, taking meds, having breakfast, making sure hubby is fine (he is, he can be a lazy sod when he likes)

I play my Sims Freeplay but only because of the challenges. I've stopped playing the other games on my phone and kindle.

Now, my phone is for ordering shopping - the big stuff I cannot carry - and the occasional takeaway (not enjoying those as I used to)

So yeah, I'm on this hamster wheel now.

Don't be offended if I don't reply back in PMs or just trail off. I've probably fallen asleep (not your fault, this happens a LOT, just ... suddenly drop off, can't seem to fight it at all)

I'm trying to get back some of my interests - binge watching TAG and hopefully TOS, Stingray etc. But struggling to do that as I have a limited time with the TV and when the opportunity arises, I'm no longer interested or too tired. Even trying to pick up my crafts is so hard. I have books with patterns that are sitting there.

A memory on Facebook showed a book that I bought 10 years ago that i eventually sent to charity because I never read it.

I may update you on my MRI scan but it's a standard thing. Been there done that. Can't wear anything metal, got to wear earplugs because it is VERY noisy and have a contrast injection.

Yeah, no biggie

Then it's a wait for the results and how to move forward. That could be a while. This is when I get to choose whether to go ahead with surgery or not and discuss a few things. You know. Whatever.

You're probably bored with my rants against Bossy, so I've curbed that - for now. Until she starts again ... most likely the end of April or whenever hubby let's it slip that he can sell the house right now. Yadda yadda yadda . .. getting old now

It'll be a while before hubby can start walking properly. So there's no news yet. It'll be his 1st ampuversary on the 21st of this month. And what a hell of a journey he's had, and there's still a long long way to go

I'll finish off with a thanks to everyone - won't tag folks here you know who you are - for being very very supportive. With your encouraging words, both in replies/reblogs and PM's

So yeah

Sorry. Just so tired out nowadays

#no tags

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phleb0tomist · 2 months

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I was wondering what the diagnosis process looked like for you in regards to me/cfs? What tests were done? (Only asking because I suspect I may have it, however my general doctor got my blood drawn (even though there are no known tests to diagnose cfs/me), and tests results came back normal. They blamed it on my medications, but I've been experiencing the symptoms way before I took the medications.)

Now I'm having to call and ask them what I'm supposed to do, since I'm struggling.

Have you struggled getting an evaluation?

How did you make others believe and advocate for you?

Not forced to answer at all btw!

hello there. i’m sorry you’ve been struggling and that your healthcare has been lacklustre! this post is going to be long so strap in <3

the diagnosis process varies from doctor to doctor. tbh many doctors are reluctant to consider ME even if it’s a severe case or a very classic case because they generally aren’t taught how to recognise it. it can be helpful to send your doctor links to official resources so they have a framework for helping you. if i were you, I’d look up the official guidelines for suspecting ME/CFS in your country and either send a link to your doctor or print them out. most doctors i meet will admit to my face that they haven’t read the guidelines for ME, so basically they’re not informed on suspecting, diagnosing, or treating it. in the UK where I live, the NICE guidelines explain the steps that should be taken if ME is suspected.

ME/CFS is a diagnosis of exclusion, so basically they do standard tests (like blood tests) first to make sure your symptoms aren’t caused by any other condition. once they’ve ruled out other causes, they see if you meet the ME/CFS criteria they use in your area. (in theory, diagnosis should take 3-6 months, but a lot of docs take a ‘wait and see’ approach instead, which can sometimes last years. personally i don’t think a ‘wait and see’ approach is appropriate, especially if you’re young. you may have to be assertive and ask multiple times to be evaluated. bear in mind it’s the system failing, not you.) the way they decide if you meet the criteria is by discussing your symptom history, which might take a few appointments. the best way to advocate for yourself is to bring another person to back you up (sorry to say this but statistically, it helps if it’s a male family member), to have a list of your symptoms and a timeline written down, and to be clear about the practical ways that your symptoms impact your life. i.e. “it takes me (x amount of time) to recover from going on a short walk. this symptom gets worse (x amount of time) after i do a particular activity and lasts (x days). i can no longer do x activity at all because of my symptoms. I’ve tried x y and z and it hasn’t improved my symptoms. I want to get my quality of life back.”

I don’t remember my diagnosis process very well. i had major symptoms for several years before ME was even considered, i was repeatedly brushed off and told my symptoms were from my autism even though that doesn’t add up. interestingly i was given treatments before I had a diagnosis. then i had a ‘working diagnosis’ of ME in my teens, which is where they think you probably have something but they don’t put it in your file till they’re sure. i’ve had a proper diagnosis on my file for years now, but i don’t know when it got there or who put it there. (??) the diagnosis process can be kinda weird. mine took forever but i know other people who were diagnosed quickly and efficiently, so it’s not impossible.

personally i had a lot of random tests, blood tests to CT scans to x rays, basically any test that was related to my symptoms (like a head MRI for headaches). i do actually have other conditions which show up on tests (like scoliosis), but since scoliosis cannot possibly be causing my specific pattern of exertion-related symptoms, i still got diagnosed with ME. having another condition or having medication side effects does not mean you can’t also have ME! especially if your symptoms started before you took the meds, like you said.

i feel like i’ve rambled enough. i hope this was helpful. if you have any more questions please send another ask and I’ll try my best to answer!

#answered #long post #txt #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic illness

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chris-sales-belly-ring · 4 months

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My Orthopedic doctor only works at the clinic near me on Tuesdays.

I got my MRI last night and I was supposed to have an appointment today to go over the results.

He’s ill, so my appointment was canceled and rescheduled for January 30. 😩

I don’t want to wait that long to find out if I need surgery or not. 😑

I’m hoping I can at least get a phone call before my appointment with a summary of the findings.

#Personal

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years

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Memory ~ Steve Rogers

Summary: When you come back from a mission injured, you don't remember anything... or anyone...

Word Count: 5k+

Songs:

Remember Me – Performed by Nick Pitera The Scientist – Coldplay - performed by Corinne Bailey Rae Good Thing – Reel Big Fish Kiss Me – Ed Sheeran

Warnings: traumatic brain injury, angst, fluff, a really cute teddy bear and really smad Steve...

YN, where are you?

"I'm on my way. Thirty seconds." You were running towards the jet, the mission a complete failure. The rest of your team on this mission, Tony, Rhodey and Sam were already there, waiting for you. You were separated and got caught on your own. You had been lucky so far, managing to take down all the HYDRA agents you encountered. You could see the jet in your line of vision and your thoughts drifted to Steve. That tiny distraction allowed an explosion to throw you against a tree, hitting your head.

YN!

That was the last thing you heard before darkness engulfed you.

Steve waited anxiously for the jet to arrive. It was hard enough for you and him to be on separate missions but his needed to be a deep cover mission while yours was supposed to be easy. Sam and Tony promised they would watch over you. He rocked on his heels and then his heart leaped into his throat when he saw the jet approaching. Bruce appeared with the gurney and Bucky came to stand by Steve. "She'll be ok, punk." Steve merely nodded.

The jet landed and the men rushed forward. You were lying on the center table, a bandage wrapped around your head, cuts and bruises decorating your arms and face. Steve picked you up to place you in the gurney. "Baby, can you hear me?"

"She hasn't responded since the explosion Cap," Sam explains. "Her vitals have been ok but so far no response."

"Let's get her to medical and run the scans," Bruce said. Bucky, Steve, Sam and Bruce pushed the gurney to medical with Tony and Rhodey following closely. Bruce immediately drew blood and started to push you towards the MRI. He stopped Steve from entering. "I can't let you in there, Steve. It will be about half an hour for the scans and then another hour for the results. I'll let you back in when we are done."

Steve nodded and went back to the living room where the rest of the team waited. Tony had poured himself a drink, trying to calm his nerves. Natasha, Wanda and Vision had joined the guys, waiting for news. "Bruce is running test. We won't know for a while," Steve explained. He paced the floor, deep in thought.

Nat was the first to speak. "What happened? I mean, it was supposed to be an easy recon mission."

Tony threw back the drink in his hand. "We got separated. I went in with her and they were waiting. I went to cover her and she got pushed into another hallway. She did great until we got out in the open. Then I don't know how they got the drop on her. The rest of the us had made it to the jet. I saw her and a second later there was an explosion and then she flew into the tree."

Hearing the story made Steve snap. "You were supposed to be watching her," he muttered. He looked up. "You fucking promised me that you would take care of her."

Bucky got up seeing the rage building in Steve's face. "Steve, breathe man." He grabbed for Steve's arm but Steve shook him off.

"They all promised me that she would be safe, that my fiancé would come home to me in one piece." Steve had fury in his eyes, the veins bulging in his arms and neck.

"Steve, we're sorry. We didn't know," Sam tried to explain.

"I trusted you Sam. I fucking trusted you. You're supposed to be my best friend. You fucking promised me that you would have her six! So why is she in the god damn med bay?!"

Nat stood up. "Steve, that's enough." He whipped his head at Nat. "It was an accident, Steve. She's alive and they brought her home," she said gently.

Finally, Steve broke down. Nat wrapped her arms around Steve as he started to cry. "I almost lost her."

Bruce walked back in. "She's stable but still unconscious. Steve, if you want, you can sit by her bedside."

Steve went in and saw you in the medical bed, an IV in your arm, oxygen in your nose. You looked so small but peaceful. Steve leaned in and kiss your forehead. "I'm here love."

For a week, Bucky, Sam and Steve kept vigil at your bedside, while the rest of the team handled everything else. Steve rarely left your side, holding your hand. Sam and Bucky had to convince him to eat something, rest, shower, reminding him how angry you would be if he didn't take care of himself.

On the eighth day, Steve was finally sleeping, exhaustion taking over him. Sam sat by your bedside, reading a book to you. He heard a noise and looked down at you, shock hitting him as your YEC eyes stared up at him. "Holy shit."

"Where am I?" you demanded.

"You are in the medical bay. Let me get Bruce." Sam rushed out of the room while you laid on the bed, looking around.

Bruce came in with Sam. "Hi, welcome back." He started to check everything over. "How do you feel?"

"Sore." Bruce went to check on your heart but you recoiled. "Don't touch me!"

Bruce stepped back. Sam moved forward. "YN, sweetheart, we are just trying to check on you."

"Who the hell is YN?"

Sam's mouth dropped open and looked at Bruce. Bruce looked at you, sympathy crossing his face. "Ok, my name is Bruce. This is Sam. We are part of the Avengers. Just like you. Your name is YN. You are an agent."

You looked into this gentle man's face and understood that he wasn't lying to you. "My name is YN?"

"Yes. You took a blow to your head about a week ago and you have been unconscious since then. Do you remember that?"

You shook your head. You sat up and pushed yourself to the corner of the bed and hugged your knees, scared of what was happening.

"We need to get the team together."

"Ok," Sam approached you again. "I'm going to talk with the rest of the team so we can introduce you slowly to them. Bruce is going to check you. I'll be right back." He left the room to wake Steve and the others. "Steve, man. Wake up." He gently shook the super soldier.

"Sam, what is it?" Steve asked groggily.

"It's YN."

Steve sat up quickly. "Is she ok? Did something happen? Oh god, I knew sleeping was a bad idea." He started to rush to pull on pants and a shirt.

"Steve, calm down. I need you to be calm."

"Sam, what happened."

"She's awake. But there is a problem."

"A problem?"

"She doesn't know who she is or who we are. Bruce had to tell her what her name is. She didn't remember him, or me, or what had happened."

Steve's face fell. "She doesn't remember?"

"No, it doesn't look like it. Bruce is checking her over. We need to tell everyone else. She's scared. Steve," Sam placed his hand on Steve's shoulder, "I know you want to see her but if she doesn't remember who she is, she may not remember you."

Steve felt his heart break. "Ok. I just want to see her."

Sam sighed. "Let's just get the team together and then see what Bruce recommends. This has to be overwhelming for her."

The team was gathered with Nat and Bucky sitting with Steve. Bruce came in. "She had severe memory loss. It may be temporary." He looked at Steve. "It may not. I think it best we just introduce ourselves one by one. Let's not overwhelm her more than she already is. Umm..." he hesitated.

"Bruce, please just tell us." Steve pleaded with the doctor.

"She has asked for Sam to stay with her."

Sam's eyes widen with surprise. "Me?"

"I think this is like imprinting. Your face was the first one she saw. She may not trust you but you were there. I would go back in and tell her about yourself and then we can start introducing everyone else."

Sam looked at Steve. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok. Just take care of her. But I would like to be next to be introduced."

"Yeah, of course man." Sam stood up and went to the medical room.

You sat there, chewing your thumb. Bruce explained what had happened. It explained why your head hurt but it didn't explain how you ended up here. You just chanted in your head, My name is YN and I am an Avenger. The door opened and the same guy as before came back in. What was his name again?

"Hi YN," he said. "Do you remember me from earlier?" You nodded. "My name is Sam."

"Sam," you repeated. "You were here when I woke up."

"Yes, I was. We've been taking turns."

"We?"

"Others that you will meet very soon." He sat by your bedside. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm a little nervous, confused. What are you to me?"

"I'm your friend." Sam offered you a smile. "I'm one of your best friends." He took your hand.

"You called me sweetheart earlier. And I have this ring," you showed him your left hand. "Does that mean we are engaged?"

Sam stopped breathing. He took a moment to think about what to say. He didn't want you to panic. "No, YN, we are not engaged. It's... a promise ring. You made a promise and you put on the ring to remember."

"Oh. But you like me?"

"Of course."

"And you'll stay beside me?"

"Always YN. I'll be here for you always." Sam stood up. "I'm going to get the next person for you to meet. I'll be right back."

You finally smiled. "OK. Thank you, Sam."

"You're welcome sweet... YN." Sam finally realized why you were now making assumptions. He stepped out of the room and leaned against the wall. Steve came down and saw him there.

"Sam?"

"Steve. We have a bigger problem." Sam closed his eyes. "I am so sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"When YN woke up and was panicking, I tried to call her down. I called her 'sweetheart' on reflex. You know I've called her that all the time." Steve nodded. "She took that as I was her partner."

Steve looked at him confused until it clicked. "She thinks you two are in a relationship. Did you correct her?"

"She looked at her ring on her hand and ask if we were engaged. I said no that it was a promise ring. I didn't want her to panic more. That's why she wants me to stick with her. I'm sorry. It was a reflex."

"No, no it's ok." Steve rubbed his neck. "I want to see her, but we can't tell her yet, can we?"

"We should ask Bruce if it will affect her recovery."

"Sure ok. Umm, let me just see her. I won't say anything." Sam nodded and led him into the room.

"YN, this is Steve. He's our team leader."

You looked at the attractive blonde and smiled. "Hi Steve. I'm YN. But you know that."

Steve smiled, trying to keep his composure. "Hi YN. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. A little confused." Steve came to sit by you. "Are you my friend?"

Steve felt the stab of pain in his heart. He swallowed. "Yes, I am. All of us are very good friends."

"All?"

"Oh, sorry. You haven't met the others but you will. We are a pretty tight group here."

"That's nice. I live here?"

"Yes, you have a room here. I can take you when Bruce releases you."

"Do I live with Sam?"

Sam quickly jumped in when he saw the look on Steve's face. "No, we don't live together. You have your own room because... because you wanted to have your own space until you got married."

"Oh. That sounds smart. Don't want to be involved with someone who might leave," you said with a smile.

Sam smiled back. "YN, we have to get the next person, but we'll be back." The pair stood up and walked out of the room. Steve sagged against the wall. "Are you ok Steve?"

"Yes, I just... I just wasn't ready for how much that would hurt. She doesn't know me. Three years and it's all gone. And what about her room? Our room. She... I..."

"Ok, one step at a time. We talk to the team first, we'll get a room ready for her, and then we work on getting the truth to her. Everything is going to work itself out, you'll see."

Over the next few days, you met the team and started to spend more time with them. As promised, Sam walked you to your room. It had photos of the team, little knick-knacks that you loved, according to him. You were right in the middle of the floor between Steve and Sam. Steve accompanied you, an unknown look on his face. You made yourself a note to ask Sam but promptly forgot it as soon as your head hit the comfortable bed.

Bucky was the one who helped you navigate learning the tech in your room since he had gone through the learning processes the most recently. But you stuck to Sam as much as you could while he was home. When he left for a mission, you would stick to Steve, Bucky or Natasha. They made sure someone was home with you.

Tony eventually made you a tracking bracelet as you would get lost so much. One incident had you leaving the compound for a walk and not finding your way back through the trees. You thought Steve would cry when he found you a few hours later. Steve was very protective of you, even if you didn't understand why.

A few weeks after the accident found the team in the living room for movie night. You had fallen asleep on Sam's shoulder, much to the ire of Steve. His jaw was hard, staring at you and the closeness of Sam to you. Sam had wrapped an arm around you to keep you comfortable. Steve sighed and got up to get another beer. Bucky had been watching and followed.

"Punk, you need to relax."

"I can't Bucky. He gets to hold her. He gets to comfort her. What do I get? I feel like I am losing her. Like I've already lost her. I love her and she doesn't even know." Steve braced himself on the counter, his head bowed.

"You never know, she could wake up from this fog she's in." Bucky stood next to Steve with his arms crossed. "It's not Sam's fault. It's not her fault. It isn't anyone's fault."

"I miss her Bucky. I miss sleeping next to her, I miss her shampoo in my bathroom. Our stupid stuffed bear she... she insists on sleeping with even though I'm there. I just... miss her."

You stood just outside of the door, overhearing bit of the conversation. You had gotten up to get some water when you heard the boys talking. Instead of going in, you headed to your room. You sat on the couch where a bear was sitting. You looked at it closely, not sure if this is the bear Steve was talking about. You saw some stitching on the paw of the bear.

Steve + YN

Sam knocked on your door a few minutes later. "Come in."

"Hey YN, whatcha doing?"

You held up the bear. "What does this mean?"

Sam sucked in air. Everyone knew about that bear. Steve had gotten it for you after your first fight. He had brought it to you with a smoothie and flowers. You had stitched his name and yours on it and gave it back to him on your first anniversary. From then on, it was "our" bear. "Umm...."

"Sam, please, just tell me."

Sam closed the door and sat across from you. "YN, you and I were not a couple. Friends, yes. But not a couple."

"Oh." You remembered the looks that Steve would get. "Why does Steve look sad all the time? Why does he act weird around me?"

Sam took your hand. "Steve and you were a couple. Before your accident." You looked at him open mouthed. "Your ring... it is an engagement ring. From Steve."

You stood up and backed away from Sam. "You lied."

"No sweetheart, I just bent the truth. I didn't want to overwhelm you with information. You were so scared that first day. I wanted to build trust. I am one of your best friends and the five of us, Steve, Nat Bucky, me and you are the closest of friends."

You started to cry. "You lied. I don't believe you." Why didn't he tell me?

"We just wanted to help you recover, YN." Sam tried to take your hands put you pulled away.

"Get out."

"YN, please..."

"No Sam, get out!" You screamed. Steve and Bucky heard you and rushed into your room. You looked at them, the tears still falling. You locked eyes with Steve. He looked like he wanted to comfort you but you just wanted to be alone. "Get. Out!"

Sam backed away out of the room, sadness filling his face. Bucky followed but Steve hesitated. He didn't know why you were upset but it killed him to see you so distraught. "YN..."

"I can't talk about this right now. Just please, give me some time." Steve resigned in defeat and walked out, closing the door behind him. You laid down and wailed. You didn't know what to trust. You couldn't trust your mind and the one person who you though you could trust was lying the whole time.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam went back to the living room, the rest of the team waiting for them to return. "Sam, what happened?" Steve asked.

"I dunno. When she didn't come back from getting her drink of water, I went to look for her and I found her in her room looking at your bear. She asked me about it."

"Wait, she got up to get water? I didn't see her in the kitchen... oh," Bucky said.

The same thought hit Steve. "You think she overheard me?"

"I think so," Bucky said. He ran a hand through his hair. "Why was she screaming?"

Sam sighed. "She thinks I am a liar for not telling her the complete truth."

It took a day before you came out of your room. Steve left food by your door asking FRIDAY to tell you that there was a snack by the door. You always waited a few minutes before asking FRIDAY is anyone was in the hallway before taking the food. It was curious. You loved the food brought to you, unsure as to why.

Finally, Tony approached your door the next day. "YN, its Tony. Can I talk to you?"

You got up and opened your door slightly. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, sweetie. Can I come in?"

You let him in and sat on the middle of your bed as Tony leaned on the dresser. "You know, the day I met you, you kicked my ass." He smirked at you. "You had to have been the toughest agent in your class. Steve and I were so impressed. When we brought you in for a tryout, Natasha and Clint begged us to let you on the team."

"Why are you telling me this Tony?"

"So you know how much you mean to us. I still remember the day Rogers went to ask you out. He was so nervous. But you didn't make him feel bad or embarrassed. You were so patient with him. He looked like he won the lottery when you accepted."

You felt a tear forming in your eye. "Why does it hurt that everyone lied?"

"Because you don't know what to trust right now. It's my fault for losing sight of you that day. I promised Steve I would take care of you, and we failed. We just wanted to make it right. You were so scared those first few days."

"Sam should have told me. Instead of lying."

"Probably, but knowing what you know now, do you think you would have been able to handle knowing you were engaged to someone you remembered nothing about?"

You stopped and thought for a moment. "No, I don't think I could."

Tony finally sat down next to you. "What do you want to know?"

"Is he a good man?"

"The best."

"How long?"

"Three years. Two together. One engaged. Your wedding is in about three months."

"He's still planning it?" This shocked you.

"Yep. Something to hold on to when he was scared." Tony remembered the encouragement the team psychologist had given to help him hold on to hope. Hope that you would be better soon.

"The bear?"

"A gift from him after your first fight."

You hesitated on the next question, but you wanted to know. "Am I in love?"

Tony smiled. "I think you fell in love with him after the second date."

"Is he here?"

"He's in the gym. Want me to take you to him?"

You had to see him. "Yes please."

Tony got up and took your hand. He led you down to the gym where Steve was punching the heavy bag, his back towards the door. "Hey Cap, you have a visitor."

Steve turned around and his face turned to surprise. "Hi YN."

"Hi. Can we talk?"

"Sure." He sat down and started to unwrap his hands.

Tony left the room and you sat next to him. "We're engaged," you said simply.

"Yes, we were. I – I don't know where we are right now."

You chewed your lip. "I want to trust you and get to know you again. I just don't know how to do that."

Steve thought for a moment. "How about I re-create our first date?"

"You remember?"

"Of course. I remember the dress and where I took you; what we talked about and how it ended. I could do that for you."

"Really?"

"Really. Tonight?"

"Ok. Sure. Yes, ok. First date redux."

"Perfect." He looked at his phone. "I'll come by your room in three hours, ok?"

"Ok." You got up and started to walk out. You turned back around. "I'm excited," you said with a smile.

"So am I." Steve flashed you a real smile for the first time. It gave you butterflies.

You ran into Nat on your way to your room. "Nat, do you remember what I wore on my first date with Steve?"

"Of course. We went shopping for it. Why?"

"Steve, he, uhh, wants to re-create our first date. I want to try and trust him." You blushed, remembering the smile he gave you.

Nat smiled. She took your hand. "How much time do we have?"

"Three hours."

"Plenty. C'mon." She pulled you along to your room before stopping Bucky. "Hey Buck, can you go into Steve's room and grab that dress from the closet?"

"A dress. Nat c'mon..." he looked at your face. "Her dress?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be in her room in two minutes." He ran off towards Steve's room. Nat pushed you into yours and made you get into the shower. As you came out in your robe, she sat you down and started to do your hair and makeup. After what felt like forever, she stepped out to allow you to change. The dress on your bed was beautiful. A simple skater dress in navy blue with lace sleeves to your elbows and matching flats. Nat even laid out a necklace and earrings and your ring. You looked in the mirror at your side sweep hair and easy makeup. Nothing dramatic which you liked.

Nat and Bucky came back in, you twirl for them and they immediately smile. "You look beautiful YN," Bucky says. "You're gonna knock his socks off."

You blush. "Thanks Bucky." There is a knock the door and you suddenly get nervous. Bucky kisses your cheek. "You guys are meant to be," he whispers before pulling the door open for Steve. "Hey punk."

"Bucky? What are you doing here?"

"Helping your girl get confident. She's a little nervous." He stepped aside and Steve inhaled, taking in the image of you. "Wow," he breathed out.

"Hi Steve."

"Hi doll. You ready?"

"Umm... sure." Nat pressed a clutch in your hand. "Lip gloss and tissue, just in case," she whispers.

"Thanks Nat." Steve offers you his elbow and you take it with a glance at Bucky and Nat. They smiled and watched you walk out. He led you through the living room to the door, surprise the team that had been gathered there. Sam watched and offered you a smile. You smiled back, hoping that when you get back you can apologize to Sam.

Steve drove you to a little town near the compound and to a cute little restaurant. He took you to a table in the back. "I don't know if you want me to order for you or if you want to pick something different."

You thought back to the food left for you the last day. You loved everything brought to you and you assumed Steve had done that. "You order. You seem to know what I like."

Steve ordered for you and himself along with a bottle of wine. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Tell me everything."

He described the first time he saw you, similar to the same story Tony told you. Except he described his feelings. How he felt like he was in a dream watching you move. How sassy you were. How expressive your eyes were when he asked if you would come for a trial with the Avengers. You both ate and laughed. You were finally comfortable with him.

After dinner, you went for a walk around the little town. He stopped in front of a closed business. "This is a concert venue. Small but fun. We saw a band play here that night. I couldn't find another one but I thought I would at least bring you here."

"Oh, did I like the band?"

"Yes, it is or was, one of your favorites. I can play you one of their songs." You nodded and he pulled out his phone. The music was upbeat and fun. The song was about not wanting to see the love end. How fitting for the moment.

"This explains the flats," you say. Steve laughed. "It was a lot of dancing and bouncing. C'mon," he took your hand and you walked with him to a roof top bar. It overlooked the town, the lights twinkling.

"Technically this part was part of the second date but since we are missing the band, I figured this was a good substitute." He went to the bar and brought you a drink while he had a beer. You looked curiously at the drink. "It's your favorite," he explained. You took a sip and smiled. It was delicious.

You kept talking. "Tell me about how you proposed."

Steve smiled. "I did it while we were in bed. You had had an argument with Bucky, who was being extra annoying that night. You kept huffing as you got dressed for bed, muttering about how you were going to kill him in the morning." Steve chuckled. "I knew then, I never wanted to experience another night without you. I had the ring for about a month by then. I wasn't sure how I would do it. But in that moment, with you, your hair in pigtails and your cute angry face, in pink pajamas, I knew. You climbed into bed and just cuddled into me. I stroked your hair to calm you as you laid on my chest. It just came out. Marry me."

You felt a tear forming, wishing you could remember the day. "How did I take it?"

"You were stunned, for sure. You sat up to look at me and when you turned, I had the ring out for you. You didn't say a word. You just launched yourself at me, kissing me. I didn't need you to say yes. You said it just like that." Steve could see the heartache of not being able to remember on your face. He took the glass from your hand. "C'mon, one more stop."

He drove you back to the compound but not to the building but to the lake. There was a little dock there that you walked out on. You looked at the moon reflecting on the water. Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. "This is where we had our first kiss."

You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. He caressed your cheek, the butterflies forming again in your belly. "May I kiss you YN?" You nodded and closed your eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips gently on yours. It warm and soft, like a blanket wrapping around you in comfort. It was home, your favorite place to be, in Steve's arms. You remembered this feeling, the love for him, for your relationship. All the hopes and dreams that you shared.

When he pulled back, you smiled. "Your kisses were always my favorite, Grant."

Steve froze. "What did you call me?"

You frowned. "Grant. Am I not supposed to?"

Steve smiled. "What's your favorite color?"

"It's blue, Steve, why are you asking..." You stopped. "Oh my god. I remember." You looked around. "I remember it all."

Steve pulled you up and swung you around, both of your laughs filling the air. He set you back down and you pulled him in for a searing kiss. You breathlessly pulled away. "I'm so sorry Stevie. I'm sorry I forgot you."

"Hey its ok. I just hoped that going back to the start would help and it did. Nobody said it would be easy. I missed you so much. I love you."

"I love you too. We're getting married here on the dock, right?"

"That's how I planned it." He kissed you again. "C'mon doll. I'm taking my girl back to my bed. You, me and that stupid bear."

"Our bear."

"Always."

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stoppit-keepout · 7 months

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warning for some mild medical stuff under the cut! just the kind of vent post i would have made on twitter but have moved here since the X-en-ing

ok so about 7 weeks ago I stubbed my toe; it didn't heal fast, I figured it might be fractured. got an xray last week and just got my test results today ... apparently the littlest bone of my big toe is hollow?

so there's a cyst or something where the marrow and, you know, bone stuff should be. the doc said it's likely benign, but still extremely weird.

waiting for a call from an imaging clinic for an MRI now, but like. what the fuck!?

#that's all #dj play 'I'm sorry that you have to have a body' by AJJ.

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gracescor3 · 5 months

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Second request:

Tony stark x daughter reader. Reader ends up falling ill with appendicitis but doesn't know it at the time. She thinks she just has a bug or something but eventually her dad rushes her to the hospital concerned and ends up being by her side when she wakes up at the hospital and takes care of her when they bring her home.

I'm going to ask 3rd request if that's okay with this one and ask for the same but with steve rogers x reader. Making it all fluffy and cute when Steve looks after her especially after she's had her appendix out.

Hope that's okay and thank you for reading these requests. Looking forward to reading your writing!! 🤗

Dad something doesn't feel right..

Paring: Tony Stark and Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Menstrual cycle ; Pain ; Surgery ; Emergancy Surgery ; Sickness ; Hospitals ; Mentions of Vomit ; Not Eating due to being sick ; Fevers ; Appendicitis ; Discomfort ; Reader being taken care of ; Mentions of needles/IV ; Mentions of Propofl (Anesthesia) ; Operating room ; Doctors ; Hurt reader ; Passing out due to pain ; MRI ; Mentions of Lab Tests ; Mentions of Bodily fluids

Summary: You thought you had a stomach bug but it turns out to be much worse.

Word count: 1881

You'd walk into the kitchen to get some medicine, your stomach has been really hurting lately you thought it might be your period so you didn't worry too much about it.

"What's wrong sweet pea?" Your dad asks as he notices you getting into the medicine drawer. "Oh my stomachs just cramping, you know girl problems." You sighed and he just nodded.

You grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and took two tablets with a sip of water.

"I'm going to go lay down for a bit, probably take a nap." You informed your dad and he looked at you. "Alright goodnight Squirt." He smiled.

You smiled at the nickname before walking off with a bottle of water and going back into your room.

You laid there for what felt like hours, your stomach pain getting progressively worse with each second.

You felt like you couldn't move, your body coated with a thin layer of sweat.

You curled up into a fetal position and the pain faded making you sigh in relief.

Someone knocked on your door. "Sweet pea?" You looked towards the door and mustered up enough energy to speak. "Come in."

Your door opened and your dad walked in. "Hey are you okay?" He asked concerned. "Yeah I think I just have a really bad stomach bug. I should feel better tomorrow." You smiled to show him you were fine but your face contorts to one that is pain when your legs move out of the fetal position.

"Are you sure? Can I get you anything?" He asks and you shake your head. "No, I think I'm just going to go to sleep. Thank you.." you mumbled as you got back in the same position as before.

"Okay I'll wake you for dinner." He smiles before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Your eyes started to droop as you closed them and fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning in an even worse amount of pain. Your eyes watered because of the pain you were in.

You tried getting up but instantly regretted it as the pain became worse. Your head becoming foggy.

You stood up only to fall down onto the floor.

You awoke in a hospital bed your mind still foggy. You noticed your dad sitting beside the bed and open your mouth to speak before he notices you were awake. “Oh thank god.” He mumbled before pushing the red button on the remote beside the bed.

“Dad.. what- What happened?” You asked while blinking your eyes several times to see clearly.

“We’ll squirt, I heard a thud come from your room so I rushed in and saw you passed out on the floor. It scared me to death, so I rushed you to the hospital. The doctor did some tests and we’re still waiting for the results to come back.” He informed.

Your face turned into one of fear. “B-But it was just a stomach bug!” You cried. “Honey-“ Your dad started before the doctor walked in.

“Hello Ms Stark, I’m doctor Woods.” He introduced himself as he put hand sanitizer on, and you just nodded. “I’m going to ask you a couple of questions based on symptoms before you passed out. What symptoms were you having?”

“I mean my stomach was really hurting..” I spoke softly. “Do you mind showing me where?” He asked as his nurse walked in with a clipboard and pen.

“Right here.” You’d point to your belly button. “And then it moved down here and it just hurt worse with each passing second.” You moved your hand down to your lower right quadrant.

“Lower right quadrant pain.” He spoke to his nurse as she wrote it down. “Any pain anywhere else?” He asked and you nodded.

“My shoulder blade hurts, it’s my left one. Feels like I need to pop my back but it’s really sharp.” You informed and he nodded to his nurse and she wrote it down also.

“Do you mind if I press on your stomach?” He asked and you nodded again.

You watched as he put gloves on and then walked over to the right side of the bed, he pushed your shirt up just a bit and moved the side of your sweatpants down so he could see the abdomen.

“Does it hurt when I press here?” He asked as he pressed down in a certain part that made pain flare up. “Yes it does really bad.” You cried and he continued to press around as you would tell him where else it hurt.

“Any nausea or vomiting?” He asked as he pulled your shirt down and pants up.

“I have been really nauseous.” You admitted. “When you lay on your side and curl your legs up like a baby, does it feel better or worse?” He asks as he thinks.

“Better..” You responded as your dad still looked worried and listened in on everything.

“Well, I’m afraid it might be your appendix. Your blood test came back and your white blood cells are high which means you have an infection somewhere. The shoulder pain would explain it too. I’ll order a Cat-scan and we’ll see how it looks.” The doctor informed as you looked at your dad.

“Thank you doctor Woods.” Your dad smiled sadly and turned to you as the doctor and nurse left.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He smiled and you just nodded.

As you and your dad were talking a nurse walked in with a wheel chair. “Hello Mr and Ms Stark. I am Cindy and I’m going to be taking you to radiology for your Cat-scan.” She smiled sweetly.

You got up; with your dad’s help of course. And carefully got into the wheel chair.

Your dad followed as Cindy rolled you down a few corridors until pushing a button and rolling you into a room with a Cat-scan machine.

“I’ll be waiting outside since I can’t go in.” Your dad informed even though you were an adult, he still acted like you were his little girl.

You just nodded as the doors shut and they helped you onto the little table.

“I’m just going to inject some contrast into your IV here and it’s going to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s going to feel like you wet yourself but you didn’t it’s just the medicine I promise.” Cindy smiled as she began to give you the contrast.

You suddenly felt warm and fuzzy as they walked out of the room and the machine started.

When it ended you were rolled back into your room, you suddenly felt exhausted and started falling asleep.

You awoke to your dad calling your name as the doctor walked in with the results.

You groggily opened your eyes and looked at Doctor Woods. “Ms Stark, we’re transferring you to the other side of the hospital for an emergency surgery. Your appendix is infected and inflamed and it must be surgically removed.”

You instantly felt not tired and scared. You were afraid of surgery, you always hated it and had a huge phobia of it.

Your dad’s eyes were wide as he listened to the doctor. “What happens if we don’t remove it in time?” He asked cautiously.

“It may exploded and cause serious problems and possibly death.” Doctor woods informed as other nurses started to walk in to prepare for you to be moved.

“How long is the surgery?” You asked, “About an hour.” He said as the nurses transferred you to another bed.

Your dad got up and started to follow as the nurses rolled you out of the room and Doctor woods followed.

“Your surgeon will be my partner, his name is Doctor Smith. And he is ready for you.” He informed as they brought you down multiple corridors all the way across the hospital.

Once you got to the operating area your dad sat down as they began to prep you for the operating room.

“Dad I’m scared, you know about my phobia of surgeries.” You cried and your dad held your hand. “It’s okay, everything will be okay I promise. Have I ever broken a promise with you?” He asked softly and you shook your head. “No.” You mumbled.

The surgeon came over to your room and slid open the curtain. “Mrs Stark I’m Doctor Taylor and I’m going to be preforming your appendectomy. Don’t worry you’re in good hands, I’ve done this surgery several times.” He smiled as the put gloves on.

“A nurse will be with you soon to give you some medicine that we call ‘Funny medicine.’ It’s going to make you feel all jittery inside. Will probably make you laugh a little bit too. I’ll meet you in the operating room.” He smiled and walked out closing the curtain behind him.

A few minutes later a nurse opened the curtain. “Alright I’m going to give you some medicine and then I’m going to take you to the operating room, it will be a bit cold in there but you’ll be covered in blankets.”

“I love you dad. I’ll see you- See you so-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as you started to laugh from the medicine they injected in you.

“I’ll be right here when you get back Sweet pea. Good luck I love you.” Your dad kissed your forehead as they rolled you away with you still laughing.

Once they pulled you into the operating room you weren’t laughing anymore, you just felt really woozy and like you were outside your body.

They helped you onto the operating table and laid you down. “Okay Ms Stark we’re going to put this mask on you and we want you to count down from 10.” One of the surgeons told you.

You nodded as they put the mask on you, you started breathing in the air as it started to taste different. You started feeling woozy as you counted down from 10.

7..

6…

…5..

You suddenly woke up as you looked around and noticed you were in a bed and there was a nurse typing at the computer. “Heyyy..” you said still high from the drug they gave you.

“Hi.” She smiled.

“You’re really pretty..” you gave a lazy smile, “aw thank you.” She responded.

“I just had surgery. Isn’t that cool?” You laughed not knowing what you were saying. “Yeah that is cool.”

“Can I see my dad now?” You asked sadly. “I want my dad please.”

“You’ll see him in a bit when we roll you into the out patient area.” She smiled as she walked out to go get the other nurse.

You looked around and noticed the ceiling was moving. “Woah..” you laughed before you felt your bed being rolled through the hall.

You saw your dad come in and you instantly smiled. “Hi dad..” you laughed highly.

“Hey sweet pea. How are you feeling?” Your dad smiled.

“A lot better! I just feel woozy.” You laughed again as he sat in the chair next to you.

As a few minutes went by you were able to go home.

You got home and the whole team celebrated you coming home, nothing big of course but just a little celebration and hugs. Lots of hugs.

I don’t really know if I like this that much. I might rewrite it if you want me to. I feel like it might be a little boring but thank you for the request🫶

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