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atimeofyourlife · 2 days ago
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Go ahead, rip my heart out
Part 1 of my make it worse-before it gets better fic that I teased here
rated: t | wc: 1350 After 8x06, Buck crashes on Eddie's couch for the night. Eddie finds him the next morning presenting with cardiac symptoms on his couch.
"We must be getting old if just a few beers are leaving you looking like that." Eddie joked as he came into the living room to see Buck sat hunched over on the couch. He knew that it was more likely the events of the previous evening that had lead him to bringing over a six pack and then sleeping on Eddie's couch. He got concerned when Buck didn't respond, and he seemed to be struggling for breath, and not in a way that indicated that he'd been crying.
"Buck, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, hurrying around the couch to kneel in front of Buck.
"Hurts." Buck gasped out, clutching at his chest.
"When did this start?" Eddie pulled his phone out of his picked, just in case he needed to call help.
"Few minutes." Buck replied, and Eddie winced at how short of breath he was.
"Okay, I'm just going to check your pulse." Eddie pressed his fingers to Buck's pulse point, and frowned. "There's some arrhythmia. I'm calling 911."
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"911, what's your emergency?" Eddie let out an involuntary sigh of relief when he didn't recognize the voice. He didn't know how he would explain it to anyone they knew.
"This is off duty firefighter Eddie Diaz. I need an RA unit to 4995 South Bedford Street. Patient is a thirty three year old male presenting with angina, shortness of breath, and arrhythmia. He has some history of heart problems after being struck by lightning two years ago, but has had a clean bill of cardiac health for around eighteen months. He also has a history of blood clots, about five years ago, caused by hardware in his leg from an injury."
"Okay, and what is the patient's name?"
"Evan Buckley. He's also a firefighter. He's my heavy rescue partner at the 118." He stopped for a moment as Buck slumped forward. "He's just fainted."
"Did he hit his head or fall into a position where he is potentially unsafe?"
"No. He was sitting on the couch and slumped forward. I caught him before he went down."
"Can you reposition him so he is lying down on the couch?
"Yeah. Give me a minute." He pushed on Buck's shoulders to get him to lie back, then pulled his legs round so he was flat on the couch. "Done."
"Okay. And do you know if he has taken anything in the last twenty four hours?"
"He's not currently on any prescription medication, and he doesn't use anything recreationally, because of the job. He was drinking last night, but we only split a six pack of beer."
"Can you unlock a door, the ambulance is just a few minutes out."
"Yeah." Eddie got up and practically ran to the front door, glancing back at the couch constantly. He unlocked the door and was back beside Buck in seconds. "The front door is unlocked, and opens right into the lounge."
Eddie kept an eye on Buck, reassuring him gently when he regained consciousness. A few minutes later, the door opened. "LAFD."
"Over here." He called back.
"We got him, Diaz." One of the paramedics said, kneeling next to him with a lifepak.
Eddie just nodded, and stood up. He realized it was the 133 there, so he was pretty familiar with most of the crew.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. He came over with some beers last night and crashed on the couch. This morning when I woke up I found him on the couch hunched over. Shortness of breath, angina, arrhythmia. It came out of nowhere." He explained, watching as the paramedics hooked Buck up to the lifepak. He hadn't felt this scared for his best friend since the lightning strike.
"His blood pressure is pretty low too." One of the paramedics chimed in. "We need to take him in. His heart doesn't seem healthy right now."
He couldn't help feeling a little useless while they got Buck ready and loaded onto the gurney. He felt like that was his job, that he should be taking care of Buck. He made sure that he had both his and Buck's phones as well as his keys before following them out to the ambulance.
"M-Mad's-" Buck mumbled, reaching out towards Eddie.
"I'll call Maddie, I'll let her know." Eddie reassured him. "I'll ask her to meet us at the hospital. Don't worry about it."
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The ride to the hospital was uncomfortable, but not the worst. He held Buck's hand tight and just let the paramedics work.
At the hospital, the paramedics took the lead to inform the medical team on what was happening, but Eddie cut in to add information about the lightning strike, history of blood clots, and Buck's allergies.
"Diaz." Captain Mehta called out as Eddie made to follow the team into the hospital. "Do you want me to inform Captain Nash?"
"No. I'll call him. I just need to call Buck's sister first." Eddie replied, before making his way inside. Calling Maddie to tell her that Buck was in the hospital again was never something he wanted to do.
Eddie tucked himself in the corner of the waiting area, knowing there were going to be a lot of tests they had to run for Buck to find out what was going on with his heart. He tried to get his thoughts in order before dialing Maddie's number.
"Hey, Eddie. What's up?" Maddie sounded cheerful, and he hated to break that for her.
"I, uh. I had to call an ambulance for Buck this morning. We're at First Presbyterian." He said, ripping off the painful part first.
"Why? What happened? Is Buck okay?" She sounded shocked.
"It's his heart. I don't know what's going on yet, we've only just got here." He explained. "He crashed at mine last night. When I woke up he was having cardiac symptoms. Angina, shortness of breath, arrhythmia. He fainted on my couch while I was on the phone to dispatch, and when the paramedics were there he had low blood pressure."
"Oh, my god." Maddie gasped. "I'm on my way. Should we call Tom-"
"No." Eddie said definitively. Knowing that having Tommy there could make it worse. "I. I think we should leave telling anyone else until we know more about what's going on."
"Okay. I'll be there soon. Thanks for letting me know, Eddie."
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Eddie stayed sat in the corner, looking up every time someone moved, looking for Maddie, for Buck. For a nurse or doctor coming to inform him what was going on.
Maddie came hurrying in around thirty minutes after he'd called her. "Any updates?"
"Not yet." He replied. He wrapped an arm around Maddie for a brief hug. "I guess we just have to wait."
"I hate this. He-he's always in a hospital bed."
"I know. I hate it too." They fell into a silence as they waited, neither sure on how to fill it.
"Family of Evan Buckley?" Someone called after a while.
"That's us." Eddie said, both he and Maddie made their way over.
"I'm his sister, this is his best friend and one of his medical proxies." Maddie introduced.
"We've ruled out a heart attack, and it doesn't seem to be a delayed response to the lightning strike."
"Oh, thank god." Maddie murmured.
"But what was it?" Eddie asked.
"We have a few ideas, some more likely than others. There has been some recent stress on the heart, so I have to ask has he been through any recent major stressors? Physical or emotional."
"He's a firefighter and dislocated his shoulder on the job a few weeks ago. But other than that-" Maddie explained.
"His boyfriend broke up with him last night. It came out of nowhere." Eddie cut in.
"Tommy did what?" Maddie seemed shocked.
"He broke up with Buck. Some bullshit about being his first not his last."
"That does tie in with what our top theory is right now." The doctor replied. "We believe it's likely to be takotsubo cardiomyopathy. That's also known as-"
"Broken heart syndrome." Maddie finished, barely holding back tears.
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sneakyboymerlin · 3 days ago
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Hi. Can you please explain to me what "what am I doing in this bed" is supposed to imply. I have been wracking my brain and coming up empty. I want to share in the Merwaine joy, please and thank you 🙏
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First off, context:
In 3x04, Gwaine wakes up naked in a stranger’s bed. How do we know he’s fully naked, not just waist-up? Because his stab wound was on his thigh, meaning that his pants would have been removed to properly treat the wound. He may be wearing underwear, but in any case, the positioning of the blanket over his hips and legs is a deliberate attempt to cover nudity.
So, Gwaine wakes up naked in a stranger’s bed. He looks around the room, having never seen it before. He took a hit to the head that knocked him out, plus he was drinking the day prior, so we can infer that he has a headache and other symptoms that he would interpret as a hangover. Most importantly: he has absolutely no memory of the night before.
Gwaine wakes up naked in a stranger’s bed, with a hangover based on Gwaine’s limited knowledge, and with no memory of the night before. Merlin walks in carrying breakfast (a gesture common after a one night stand) and pauses in the doorway when he sees that Gwaine is already awake. He stares in silence for Unspoken Reasons while Gwaine stares back, seeming unsure of himself.
At this point, and taking Gwaine’s lifestyle into account, he has every reason to suspect that they may have had a one night stand. It’s not impossible. It’s even, from his perspective, probable. Again, he wakes up naked, sore, and hungover in a stranger’s bed with no memory of the night before. It’s a classic set-up.
From here, Gwaine asks, “What am I doing in this bed?” This is an oddly specific phrasing. He could have asked, “Where am I?” or “What am I doing here?” but instead he is focused on and draws attention to the bed aspect. Simultaneously, the vagueness of the statement is meant to allow for another answer besides the one that is on his mind, in case his assumption is in fact incorrect. This avoids insult, awkwardness, homophobia, etc.
It’s worth remembering that his line here is written with intent, especially in the episode that introduces and establishes his character. When the censors are in action, a gay one night stand joke has to be subtle and layered in plausible deniability. In other words, if this “family friendly” series was allowed to be more explicit in its meaning, Gwaine may have instead simply said, “Did we- you know…”
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cluster-b-culture-is · 1 month ago
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Questioning AsPD culture is fitting the DSM criteria but not relating to everybody else with it?? I guess I also don't check the box for no remorse or guilt (I still fit the criteria for that section tho) so maybe that's why?? I'm so confused??? Starting to wonder if I'm over exaggerating on accident or something.
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paranormeow7 · 6 months ago
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steaming hot take but there are just some things self diagnosed people just can’t talk over professionally diagnosed people about
#actual sugar post#don’t kill me for this I’m autistic#and I’m not completely anti self dx either#the medical industry is awful and has the power to take away the benefits my diagnosis allowed me to access at any time#and I’m not going to pretend that professional diagnosis is always the most reliable option because there is a lot of ingrained bias#but at a certain point#if you are self diagnosed you have to understand that you and I are different#and you have to be willing to listen to us sometimes#and hell. sometimes you’ll even have to listen to a doctor on the subject#sometimes their input can be valuable when they’re not calling you a fat hysterical bitch and asking you to cough up thousands of dollars#I’m not denying your symptoms and experiences as a self diagnosed person. i don’t know you and im not living your life#but maybe a second opinion from someone who’s been diagnosed is a bit more valuable than you think it is#we’ve had a lot of experiences that you haven’t#besides. You don’t need a label to acknowledge something you’re going through or validate your problems#for example it doesn’t NEED to always be autism if you show a few traits. you can just tell people you show those traits#do whatever makes life easier for you. you don’t need all these labels to have these issues#I’m going to get the worst anons for this I just know it#idk#sugars opinions#self diagnosis#professional diagnosis#autism stuff#autism#actually autistic#neurodivergent#adhd#audhd#actually audhd
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llatimeria · 1 year ago
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just doing some thinking about the adderall shortage
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ajxrn-archive · 4 months ago
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I’m going to. rip my fucking hair out.
#Why why why can’t I enjoy anything ever like it’s so draining I can’t even explain it#Everything makes me anxious and I really REALLY don’t think thats normal nor do I think it’s just general anxiety#I want. answers genuinely but no I can’t see help because of my mom. I probably won’t be able to find out what my fucking problem is until#I’m like. 18 or older#Well into my 20s even#Fuck. it’s like. would I even be able to afford a therapist.#especially if I got disowned/kicked out#I keep trying to convince my mom to get me help/try to get me a diagnosis#and she just doesn’t want to fucking. help me. it’s not even a money thing it’s the fact she DOESNT GIVE A FUCK about her child’s mental#problems and health. Besides if I got diagnosed with like. adhd like everyone says I have (I think it could be that or something deeper) it#would literally end in her getting MORE FUCKING MONEY like our homeschool funds thing would give us more money for like#disability or whatever. if it were adhd. I forget.#I’m trying to use that to convince her and she just doesn’t listen#but honestly it’s like. what’s the point. I know I would feel better if I had a diagnosis because I would know the actual cause of my issue#and would easily find ways to combat it and help myself instead of listening to everyone say I have adhd without a diagnosis and go by that#Because everything I do to try and help with adhd doesn’t fucking work with my deeper mental issues.#And to be really honest I think it’s a personality disorder and I’ve done my own research and I show majority of BPD symptoms#And it’s commonly mistook for adhd. But I would NEVER express that to my mom because she would twist it into me being abusive and awful#again like. fuck even if I can’t get medicated I know I would feel so. so much better about myself knowing WHY I’m like this#Instead of living my life questioning what the fuck is wrong with me#I’m so sick of being different#if you read this. why would u put urself through that.
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ephemeral-winter · 5 months ago
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time for my nightly meltdown i guess
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crimeronan · 2 years ago
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my dad’s getting married to a woman he started dating 7 weeks ago which is. well. i have no personal stake in it but it’s. Certainly ... A Choice ! !
i know almost nothing about his soon-to-be-wife (who i have been avoiding meeting/facetiming with because.... Absolutely Not), but the two facts i do know are 1) she’s a nice-seeming incredibly conservative church-going woman and 2) her husband died recently. 
i don’t know what killed him but i’m gonna hazard a guess at the rona because she’s right in the demographic of people who are constantly getting killed by the rona these days (late-middle-aged fascists with no media literacy who love to ignore vaccines and cheer when oppressed ppl die).
i will almost certainly receive a wedding invitation soon and i will need to make excuses for why i cannot come that aren’t just “LMAOOOOOO BRUH. HAHAHA. NO” this should be fairly simple since my health is complicated and i live 3300 miles away. like i can get away with just “i can’t travel that far :( sorry :( wishing you both the best good luck! :)” and then ignore the entire situation
HOWEVER. i Do think this is a beautiful opportunity for creativity. and throwing virtual tomatoes at unfortunately-not-hypothetical strawmen. sound off in the replies on the funniest excuses i could give for my absence instead i think this is Hilarious
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waitwithwaluigi · 2 years ago
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I think the funniest(/s) part of of how medicalised things are becoming is that being a good values or compassion is being written off as being part of your Childhood TraumaTM.
Like yeah, Bethany, me helping out someone is ONLY because of I wasn't treated well as a kid. I have major hero complex and I am trying to save myself as a kid. Fuck empathy am I right???
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clamorybus · 2 years ago
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stop putting posts making fun of eds on my dash challenge
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hiisheart · 3 months ago
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( ok so i'm home today. but at what cost? )
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swaggy-phrogge-boi · 1 year ago
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Ended up in the ER today lol
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starlit-mansion · 1 year ago
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I've been rotating me and my partner's owlbear fantasy oc universe like a rotisserie chicken, and the funniest thing about it is that the universe is exclusively npcs for a campaign that doesnt exist. They all have major ties to the various unresolved plothooks of the world: organized crime (the level 1-5 issue), an evil wizard with a saw trap dungeon (level 5-10), a major celestial war that's spanned decades (endgame), but none of them really do anything about it. They just have like. Jobs. It effects them about as much as the major problems of the real world, which is directly, but not in a way that demands action. Someone should really do something about that torture dungeon, but the guy who got cursed by the wizard before he rose to full power and the lady who bested the whole dungeon and got a prize from the wizard and the guy who started to go through it and dipped to the feywild and got into a bunch of scrapes before clawing his way back to the material plane don't want to go back to it. However, they would tell their story about it to anyone with a sufficiently decent persuasion check. Turns out the middle aged gay caterer with weird eyes isn't just another local teifling, but an aasimar who broke his paladin oath rather than getting dragged into the celestial war that killed his mother, but like. You've gotta do a little digging to figure that one out
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poobit · 1 month ago
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i have many thoughts on how Mouthwashing handles the themes of abuse and the symbolism around it especially as a survivor ... im not gnna hold back so -
first of all i think since its clear the point Jimmy is dismissive of Anya´s personhood and his perception is warped towards what he does as a Captain rather than what he does as a man, it makes sense she doesnt get her own labyrinth or such , i cant argue around that because its realistic he´s so male focused he cant even bother to truly think about what he did to her, i would love it if Wrong Organ decides to do a side story vignette of her own perspective and view in the future if the game proves its successful enough for side content like that.
Assault is something usually not handled with subtlety in games, i think what struck me the most was how real the dialogue of her coping and suicidal ideations and how Curly responded to it felt , the dancing around the subject, the deflection, the "whats next" of the ever impending consequence of pregnancy, how Anya pleads for help from the person she trusts but nonetheless a man unequipped and too emotionally attached to the abuser to be able to confront him, its so real, Curly´s lack of initiative is something Jimmy fully takes advantage of the moment things dont go his way, he turns everyone against him even as a helpless body on a bed because he needed to be in control of the situation, thats what abusers do.
A more sensationalistic game would have easily played Anya´s helplessness and assault for shock for sure, because it would be easy, she is the archetypical victim trope, shes modeled in Wendy Torrance likeness from The Shining, shes meek and unsure of herself and Jimmy shoots her down from the very beginning to make her feel unqualified and cornered, but the furthest the games goes is making Jimmy terror towards the pregnancy and the baby as a boogeyman that crawls and tramples over him. No sights of bleeding legs or her crying or screaming and much less present objectification of her body (which is something that i always think the horror genre has such a struggle not grabbing onto, sexuality is mostly always played up in assault stories especially if the victim is an adult woman), she remains a fully clothed figure and maintains the agency to her own demise, away from Jimmy and beside Curly, which is tragic and obviously still a symptom of horror´s proclivity to back female characters into corners of self inflicted punishment, but the alternative would have been that sooner or later, Jimmy would have killed her.
Its clear to me that the game used Curly´s state as a way to put a barrier between Jimmy and Anya, we dont objectify Anya, but we objectify Curly, Anya doesnt just feel pained and unable to handle Curly´s medication because shes in a sensitive state, her comments about his noises and such draws a line between her trauma and her perception of things as Her fault, she cant handle hearing his struggles and cries trying to swallow a pill because it reminds her of her own helplessness, so she leaves the task to Jimmy, someone who has no qualms in forcing someone down, the emphasis of every treatment as a repetitive process and the sound design is all very poignant and for me, a great way to handle assault as a metaphor, Curly did not consent to being in this position, it is very much still Jimmy´s fault and the fact that Jimmy is basically keeping him alive against his will even to the last moment of the game says everything, Jimmy doesnt love Curly the same way he doesnt love Anya.
The horses are not lost on me, i think horses as animals are often seen as "viril" symbols, strong and often volatile, they can be often hard to mount but when one does the rider and animal are seen as this one all powerful entity, like centaurs, which also carry symbolism of assaulters mind you, so while maybe not intentional on the dev´s part i think it still points to the Horse as a symbol still important in the game, the only spoken audio lines of dialog come from the Pony Express mascot Polle itself, and they are the first to actually confront Jimmy´s self centered line of thought and over-focusing on Curly, if the Tulpar is akin to a beast of a burden then Jimmy beat the dead horse way long ago.
All in this to say that Mouthwashing was a really good experience and i really hope the dev team is interested on expanding a bit more on it because i trust their vision.
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changetyre · 12 days ago
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Hold this Papa
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SUMMARY: While facing symptoms of your most recent pregnancy Max is tasked with looking after your youngest daughter while on a meeting. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: Crack, fluffiness, pregnancy sickness
A/N: Happy Halloween! Enjoy.
"Max don't worry I can-" You were cut off by your wave of nausea forced to take deep breaths in order not to throw up right then and there. 
"Baby, stop it's fine. I can watch her, they'll understand." Max insisted. 
Today Max had an important Zoom meeting with his management team and other team bosses who had been making Max offers which he'd be a fool not to at least listen to. Lea was out with her uncle Lando who'd offered to take her for the day and you were going to stay with Lea and have a girl's day. 
That was until you woke up with the worst nausea of your pregnancy so far. You'd woken up immediately throwing up and had failed to keep much food down all morning. Max offered to cancel everything and take you to the hospital but you knew how important this meeting was and told him you could go after if it was still this bad. 
Max reluctantly accepted but he still knew you wouldn't be able to look after Ivy properly with the state you were in and he very much preferred if you could focus on trying to hydrate and keep some food down for now.
"Hmm I think it's getting better, I haven't thrown up that apple slice I had 10 minutes ago." You commented as the nausea somewhat passed. 
"That's good but I'm still taking Ivy." Max kissed your cheek before walking away needing to hurry for his meeting in 2 minutes. 
"Fine. But if she's too much trouble just send me a text and I'll come grab her." You hollered as he walked out. 
"Okay," Max yelled back before picking Ivy up from the living room where she had been playing and taking her inside his office which was still big enough for Ivy to remain entertained as he had brought in a few of her toys as well. "Okay, Ivy stay in here okay? Papa's going to be on a phone call so we have to be quiet but if you need something come to whisper to me okay." Max explained to his daughter. 
"Okay, papa." Ivy giggled not fully grasping the instructions but already too entertained with a toy she'd picked up from the floor. 
Max smiled kissing his daughter's head before walking over to his desk where he quickly connected to his Zoom call. 
"Morning Max, how's y/n doing?" Raymond, Max's manager who had been alerted of the possible disruptions asked. 
"Morning, uh, still feeling pretty poorly but she's putting a brave face on for me at the moment." Max answered polity. 
"Papa." Max heard the hushed voice of his daughter beside him looking down to see her handing him a Barbie doll.
"Thank you, Ivy." Max took it from her quickly muting himself as the meeting began. Ivy ran away happily. 
Max locked his focus into the meeting as soon as crucial information began to play out, taking a small notebook out he jotted down important points and questions he might have to discuss at the end so apart from a few glances to check his daughter wasn't in actual danger Max didn't fully process what his daughter was getting up to. 
"Papa hold this." Ivy ran back to Max handing him a wooden block which Max took and placed on his lap alongside the barbie he'd been previously given. 
"To be fully honest with you I care about the car, I need a good car and right now, dismissing the last few races, RedBull has given me a good consistent car, what are your guarantees?" Max asked. 
"Hold this papa." Ivy had once again run over to Max handing him a coloring book. Max took it without question looking down and noticing a variety of toys on his lap he had no recollection of receiving.
Looking back to the meeting he noticed Raymond struggling to keep a straight face as Ivy once again walked into the frame handing Max a tiara. "Put it on papa," Ivy whined when Max simply added it to the array of toys on his lap. 
"Shh okay Ivy." Max accepted not wanting to upset his daughter further putting the tiara on his head. 
"Looking good Max." Everyone collectively laughed in the meeting. 
"Just girl dad things." Max laughed with them. 
Luckily Ivy seemed to entertain herself with this for most of the meeting simply filling Max's lap with things as well as handing him things to wear but it also seemed to tire her out. Just as the meeting was wrapping up Ivy walked over to her dad once more. 
"Papa up." Ivy whined. 
Max happily picked up his daughter letting everything on his lap fall to the floor to set her down on his lap. "I'm almost done, Ivy." Max kissed his daughter's cheek as she wrapped her small arms around his neck resting her head on his chest. 
"Papa I miss mommy." Ivy sighed. 
"I know baby I miss her too, I'm almost done." Max rubbed his daughter's back soothingly. 
It didn't take much longer for the meeting to finally end but once it did Max looked down to see his daughter fast asleep in his arms.  
Walking back outside with Ivy in his arms he was relieved to find you in the kitchen having a proper meal which looked to be almost done. "How are you feeling my love?" Max asked you. 
"Aww my sweet baby." You first acknowledged your sleeping daughter giving her back a rub before answering Max. "Much better, I had a smoothie before this and managed to keep it all down." 
"That's great schatje." Max leaned down to kiss you. "Let me put Ivy in her bed then we can cuddle for a bit." 
"Sounds perfect." You smiled happily. "No more vomiting please." You spoke down to your bump jokingly. 
Despite the harder pregnancy, everything was perfect. 
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abnormalvampire64 · 2 years ago
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tfw you are sick and the cruelest thing abt it is that its taken reading fanfic from you bcs you simply don’t have the energy
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