#Asthma management plan

[macgyvermedical]

I'm in the middle of a career change and a tentative asthma diagnosis (ie. no tests yet but it's on my record and my doctor is approaching it as such). What was healthcare like before protections were in place for people with pre-existing conditions? What should I do if I can't get health insurance? Should I try to get undiagnosed or something??? My symptoms are sporadic and usually mild so I can get through it without the inhaler if I had to, I'm just worried about losing access to all healthcare (also afab 😓) and want to be prepared to navigate things since I know it was way worse for chronic illnesses before the ACA.

The ACA was gigantic and it would be hard to talk about every aspect in this post.

Generally speaking, prior to the ACA, you essentially had three options. You could get health insurance through an employer, you could get health insurance through the state (medicaid), and you could get health insurance through an individual plan.

Seems pretty similar to today, right?

Nope.

See, the easiest way to get health insurance would be through a job. But if you had a pre-existing condition, including pregnancy or even simply being AFAB, in most states nobody legally had to cover you- including your employer. And if they did, they could say "you have health insurance for everything except the treatment of your chronic condition(s)" or make you pay significantly more for your premiums. Or, y'know, both (the idea being- if you sought medical care for one thing, you might do it again, and that would cost the insurance company profit*).

When you applied for health coverage through an employer, you had to disclose every medical problem you had ever had, including one-off problems like ear infections or broken bones. Anything could be grounds for not covering you at the outset. BUT if you didn't list a problem, and it was discovered (and they really went hard to find things), that could be grounds for rescission- the process of kicking you off insurance and forcing you to pay back money that the insurance had previously paid out for you.

If you didn't have a job or made extremely- and I mean extremely- little money, you might qualify for the state-sponsored medicaid, assuming you fell into a category that medicaid covered in your state. These categories included low-income children, some parents of children who lived at or below 64% of the federal poverty line (though in some states the parents had to have income as low as 15% of the FPL (less than $4,000/year for a family of 3)), older adults who had few assets or income, people on disability, and pregnant people up to 60 days post delivery. If you were a childless, able-bodied (at least in the eyes of the government) non-pregnant adult between 19-64, even if you made next to nothing? Pretty much forget about getting medicaid.

As far as I know, there were not a ton of changes made to medicare, the other major government insurance program for people over 65 years of age or who were severely disabled).

So what about individual plans? Well, first off, there was no marketplace (you couldn't compare plans from different companies) and no guaranteed coverage. Similar to plans through an employer, there was nothing protecting you from rescission or denial for even minor medical problems.

Most states, however, allowed something called "high risk pools" i.e. people who had pre-existing conditions and were looking for insurance could pay double what "healthy" people paid in premiums (often literally thousands of dollars per month) in order to have insurance. Even with these exorbitantly expensive plans, it would often be 12 months before they would start covering any pre-existing conditions. This meant that people had to pay their premiums and also out of pocket for their chronic care management for the first year of having insurance.

So what do you do if you're one of the near quarter of Americans who didn't have insurance through their employer, didn't qualify for medicaid, and couldn't afford the private insurance market?

You went into debt, or you died.

No, like, literally. You either agreed to medical care costing 10's or even 100's of thousands of dollars, or you didn't. For yourself or for your kids. Think about that- Would you pay (read, put yourself or your family into debt) half a million dollars for a surgery that saved your life? Your kid's life? These were the kinds of decisions that had to be made.

Back to your question:

Should you try to get un-diagnosed? Well no. That's asking for a rescission if the ACA is overturned. Contact me directly if you want more personal info about planning.

*and it's not like they aren't making a 10s-of-billions profit even with the ACA protections

[donovankinard]

hello!!! monthly recs just dropped, and BOY have i read some good ones this november. you can check out this months 911 rec list on the tag, and check back at the end of december for next month's! this is the first time i've actually done these as a formatted, planned thing, but i've given out some rec lists before. this month we've got mostly larry, but a little ziam sprinkled in there, even some qpr zouis!

🎤 I've Been Waiting (To Let Go Of Myself) || onlyangelolivia harry styles/louis tomlinson || 2.3k After a drunken night in 2024, Harry and Louis get back together for the first time since 2017. It brings about some questions about their relationship and how they'll go forward - if they go forward at all.

🎤 Still Dreamin' Bout You || @ireallysawanangel harry styles/louis tomlinson || 3.1k Harry doesn’t pay much attention to football. That’s proven even more apparent when the biggest football star in the UK walks into his juice bar and he doesn’t even notice. He does start to take notice when that football star keeps coming back.

🎤 limelight || @dehydratedpool harry styles/louis tomlinson || 20k During his first semester at Boston University circa 1989, a shy, socially awkward Harry meets a kind, outspoken Louis. In an attempt to show Louis how he feels, he creates a mixtape of songs. But Harry’s deep anxieties cloud him, and he can’t seem to understand whether or not Louis even wants him around, let alone likes him back. BLFF #175: 80s/90s AU (preferably high school or uni) in which a pining Harry burns Louis a CD with a bunch of love songs on it. With a side of angst please.

🎤 I'd Choose You Over Sleep || @homosociallyyours harry styles/louis tomlinson || 2.1k If there's one thing Louis values, it's a bit of sleeping in on the weekends. There's very little she'll let come between her and those few precious hours of the day. Harry might just make her shift her priorities. At least a little.

🎤 Jealous Hearts and Silk Nights || MoneyboxD zayn malik/liam payne || 4k Zayn and Liam show up to dinner mad at each other, but the night takes a turn when a flirty waiter sets his sights on Liam. Zayn? Not having it. Liam? Loving the chaos a little too much. Between jealous glares, smug smirks, and whispered promises, it’s clear this couple knows how to keep things interesting—even when they’re mad.

🎤 this cage was once just fine || @daggerandrose harry styles/louis tomlinson || 3.3k Harry expected Louis’ camaraderie to last only as long as they lived in the same dorm, but when Louis quite literally yelled across the dining hall for Harry to come sit with him the next school year, Harry was pleased to find that Louis’ friendship was more than just forced proximity. Now, hundreds of texts, FaceTimes, and even a week long summer vacation later, Harry and Louis are practically inseparable. Or the one where Harry pines for Louis

🎤 Fall and Rise of 1D || mysquitelouis harry styles/louis tomlinson || 12.5k Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have always shared a complicated bond, hidden beneath years of friendship and tension. As One Direction’s “On the Road Again” tour comes to an end, the band unravels—only to discover that management orchestrated their breakup with hidden contracts. Fueled by betrayal, Louis and Harry take legal action, uncovering shocking truths about Zayn’s departure and the manipulation that tore them apart. As the band fights to reunite, Niall and Liam come forward with heartfelt apologies, and Louis and Harry are forced to confront their feelings for each other. Can they rebuild their careers—and their love—while navigating the chaos of a broken band?

🎤 Breathe Me In || niallshouse harry styles/louis tomlinson || 2.6k A cold-induced asthma attack lands Harry in A&E and Louis is there to comfort him.

🎤 Trouble up (in hotel rooms) || @larryisinlove harry styles/louis tomlinson || 9.8k “Isn't this room 82?” Louis asked. Because he was confused, because that wasn't Liam, because those serene but serious green eyes intimidated him and because he had never, in all his life, felt as embarrassed as he did in that moment, and he couldn't think of anything else to say. “No,” replied the brown-haired man, in a hoarse voice; perhaps because he had just woken up, or because he was upset, or perhaps a mixture of both. “This is room 28”. “Oh” was all Louis could answer, as he wished that the carpet would swallow him up and make him disappear from probably the most uncomfortable moment of his life.

🎤 Maroon - The Lips I Used To Call Home || Anonymous harry styles/louis tomlinson || 4k The air in the apartment was cold, the cracked window was letting in the bite of winter but they didn’t feel it yet. Their skin was still warm, their bodies humming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. And yet, there was always the question, the one Harry couldn’t escape no matter how far he tried to run from it: Is it really over? Or a Maroon inspired one shot where everything’s uncertain and a tiny bit angsty. Really though, it’s not sad.

🎤 Special Instructions || @haztobegood zayn malik/louis tomlinson || 2.2k He didn’t mean for the drawings to become a thing. But they have. Every Tuesday night around eight o’clock, a take out order from Louis T. appears. Each order has new special instructions, requesting some change to the carefully curated dishes that Zayn has concocted. And every Tuesday night, Zayn doodles a response to those special instructions.

🎤 I'd Rather You (Hold Me) || @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed QPR zayn malik/louis tomlinson || 14.1k It’s just - this isn’t like them. It isn’t like Zayn to dodge his calls for days, not unless he’s seriously incapacitated or dead, but if that were the case, Louis would’ve heard. Because Louis is his emergency contact, for one, and both their families know how much they mean to one another. Someone would’ve called, if something had happened, unless Zayn was dead in his own house, and, oh God, what if Zayn’s dead in his own house and Louis has been mentally calling him a dickhead while he’s rotting on the bathroom floor? Spoiler: Zayn isn't dead. There is however, suddenly a baby.

STATS: # of fics: 12 # of authors: 12 # of words read: 79.5k

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Imagine if, while in the zoo, the tributes of the 10th hunger games had spent their time bonding and at some point kinda joked about escaping together? And they all thought out exit strategies and such and even the word they’d use as signal to initiate the plans. They discuss who’s good at what, jokingly dividing tasks between them, with Wovey, Bobbin, and Mizzen getting the task of “stay behind us and don’t die” because they’re the youngest. No one really takes it seriously, they just use the fantasy to escape their horrid reality for a second because it’s nice to imagine all of them can make it out alive, even if they know that’s not the case.

Then the arena bombings happen

Otto and Ginnee probably still die, since they died from schrapnel, but Panlo and Sheaf were far enough away to still be conscious and moving around (that last part is mostly because of adrenaline). Everyone’s caught off-guard, but someone (probably Coral) sees their chance and screams the word they discussed, and all tributes jump into action. Jessup and Lucy Gray still save their respective mentors, but because the tributes are working together the peacekeepers have been taken out so there’s no one to drag them away. Instead, all 21 remaining tributes book it as fast as they can and manage to escape the area before reinforcements arrive. They are now on the run, and cannot show their faces without getting shot on sight, but they’re alive and that’s what matters. Mizzen, Sheaf, and Treech are the best thieves of the group (Mizzen’s small and fast (he was just closer to the snakes than everyone else shut up), Sheaf is described as "a limber little girl", and Treech sneakily stole Dill’s water bottles. That’s my evidence. Also they need more love) and thus go out to scrap together anything that may be helpful.

They, being the overachieving badasses they are, get their hands on futuristic medicine to cure Dill’s tuberculosis faster than the real world ever could and help Hy manage his asthma (because it’s chronic, there’s no way they can find a cure for that just lying around even in the future). I say they’re overachieving, because Sheaf did the back handspring for food, Treech only died because of Lucy’s cheating (still getting 6th(movie)/3d(book) place, and he definitely would’ve killed her and been a real contender for the win if she hadn’t cheated), and Mizzen is 13. A 13-year-old got 5th(book)/4th(movie) place. I rest my case.

They use the newfound supplies to heal their wounds and disinfect them, Jessup doesn’t get rabies because I make the rules here, and things are good. They spend a while utilizing their unique skills to stay hidden until one of two things happen:

1) the mentors, who have gotten quite attached to their assigned tributes, fight for the games to be disbanded and rally the rest of the academy, leading to a better Panem where the Capitol and the districts become a functioning, not-dystopian nation again and everything ends well.

Or

2) the tributes manage to escape the capitol and flee into the woods, letting Lucy Grey lead them to the Covey because ain’t no way they can just go back to their own districts just yet. The covey, being nomadic, is the best place for them to stay until they’ve grown up enough to be unrecognizable from their child selves to anyone who doesn’t actually know them.

Either way, things are better. I wanted to share this because I’m sad that all these wonderful (fictional) children died for the amusement of genuine monsters (and those indoctrinated to believe district people are not people)

Edit because a lot of new people are liking this post: someone wrote it :)

[milf-murdock]

Heyyy been reading your fics since you were writing for matt murdock🥹🤭 idl if you take requests or not but if you dont just ignore this!!🌸

Can you write smthng for reader with asthma? With simon riley or john price☹️🫶🏻 plss

Sweet Anon!!! 🥺 My oh my, you have been here a while!! Your support means the world to me 🫶 I absolutely loved this request! I am a sucker for a sweet Simon and injured reader. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies though. I don't know too much of what an asthma attack feels like, but I did my best. If anyone has any constructive criticism, my inbox is open and I'm willing to make adjustments to make it more accurate. I hope you enjoy, sweet nonny!!

Asthma Attack - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

TW: Asthma Attack, potential medical inaccuracies, protective Simon should come with his own warning

“Just one more block,” you thought to yourself, focusing on the steady rhythm of your shoes hitting the pavement. The familiar tightening in your chest set in about two blocks ago, and you struggled to keep your breathing steady. It had been a minute since you’d had a flair up, and you silently cursed yourself for not bringing along your inhaler. You should’ve known better. 

Simon easily kept up pace beside you. He enjoyed joining you on your jogs—the exercise light and refreshing in comparison to the type of intense training he was used to. He didn’t really gain much from the easy workout, but the peace of mind that came with knowing you were safe every step of the way more than made up for it. 

As your flat came into view up ahead, your breathing became more labored, a slight wheeze tinging each breath. Simon shot a concerned look your way. 

“You ‘lright,  love?” Simon’s deep voice cut through your growing panic, grounding you as you barely made it to the steps of your flat. 

You collapsed on the steps, your hand coming up to press against your chest as you struggled to get down air. 

“I can’t—“ 

“I don’t—“ 

“Simon—“

You struggled to get out a full sentence through your choppy breaths, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. You were borderline hyperventilating now, and breaths only became harder to manage. 

“Fuck,” Simon murmured to himself as realization dawned on him. A wave of panic shot through him: you were having an asthma attack. He inwardly began cursing himself for not recognizing the tell-tale signs sooner. He should’ve seen the signs. He should’ve stepped in sooner. 

Simon stopped himself, forcing himself to tamp down on his fear and let his tactical instincts taking over. 

Assess the situation. 

Simon knelt down to your level, pressing two fingers to the pulse point on your neck. “Alright love, I need you to try to take a slow, deep breath,” he coached, nodding to himself as he mentally took note of your elevated heart rate. “You’re gonna be okay.” 

Make a plan. 

Sliding one arm under your knees and one under your arms, he pulled you up to his chest from the stairs.  Your arms wrap around his neck and you try to force yourself to slow your breathing and control the panic. You focus on breathing in the familiar scent of Simon, the faint notes of oak and gunpowder mingling with the salt of his sweat. 

Simon makes quick work of the steps, managing to unlock the flat one handed before stepping inside. “Where’s your inhaler, darling?” He asked as he gently set you down on the sofa, making sure you’re in an upright position. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed the panic beneath the surface. 

“Kitchen,” you manage to gasp out, tears stinging your eyes as you feel your attack getting worse. 

Simon’s back in seconds, shaking the inhaler before ripping the cap off and bringing the plastic cylinder your lips. “Okay, breathe in, sweet girl,” he coaches, pressing down on the canister. You do as your told, pressing your eyes shut as the first hit settles into your lungs. 

“Hold your breath. 1…2…3..4…5. Okay, again,” Simon gave the inhaler another shake before administering a second dose, counting down again.

“Good job, love, keep breathing. Slow, deep breaths, just like that.” The sense of urgency was slowly fading from his tone as he watched your breaths ease up. He pressed another two fingers to your jawline, checking your pulse. 

“Atta girl, give me one more for good measure,” another shake and puff following up the last hit. You finally felt relief as your airways started to expand, taking in full breaths, trying to follow the deep breaths Simon was modeling for you. 

Simon raised a hand to push back a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. Your entire body was shaking in the aftermaths of your attack. 

“Thank you,” you muttered breathlessly. Your chest was aching and you felt such pure exhaustion sweep over you as the adrenaline slowly left your body. 

Sensing that the emergency was over, Simon gingerly pulled you to his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how fast his heart was beating under the soft fabric of his hoodie. 

“Fucking hell, sweetheart, you scared the shit out of me for a moment there,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You alright, then?” He pulled back, his attentive gaze raking over your body, conducting his own assessment. 

“‘M’okay,” you whispered, suddenly feeling like even carrying on a conversation was too much. 

With a nod, Simon took the hint, pulling you back into his arms once more. A strong hand rubbed up and down your back, the motion soothing you. “Let’s take a rest then, yeah? Eventful morning.” The subtle nod of your head against his chest gave him all the approval he needed to help you up off the couch and guide you back to your shared bedroom. 

He made sure to get you settled under the fully duvet first before pulling off his hoodie and crawling in on the opposite side. 

“Come on, have a proper cuddle,” he coaxed, pulling you to rest against his bare chest. Exhaustion swept over you, and you struggled to keep your eyes open as  the steady beat of his heart brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. 

“Thank you, Si,”  you breathe out. “Thank you.” 

“O’ course, darling. S’what I’m here for.” Simon held you a little tighter, thanking every lucky star out there that he was here for you and that you were okay. He’d always make sure you’re okay.  

[cannabiscomrade]

great allergy post btw!!

I think its easy to say good allergies aren’t that bad because they’re avoidable and the symptoms aren’t really chronic in the same sense that typical disabilities are. But my god the social effects! Having to bring your own food everywhere and be mindful about traveling and plane rides constantly is really draining after a while, especially with very common allergens like gluten or meat or egg. Like it’s crazy to me that most people can just eat whatever (like random food trucks in particular because damn I wish) because I’ve never gotten to do that

also the comorbidities! asthma alone accounts for a long term impact of allergen exposure.

people do not care to understand the severity of anaphylaxis and I've even been in first aid trainings where all they did was pass the Epi-Pen trainer around. a certain popular public charter [R.E.D.A.C.T.E.D] doesn't even mandate allergy certification through the first aid/cpr provider they choose. (a majority of first aid/cpr courses I've taken are phenomenal with allergy training fwiw)

ANYWAYS here are the signs and symptoms of anaphylaxis and what to do if you or someone is experiencing them!

If you or someone you know is experiencing anaphylaxis, call emergency services immediately. Do not delay care. If you're unsure, call anyways. Symptoms can be rapid or within 2 hours of exposure.

Do not delay care after administering epinephrine (Epi-Pen, Adrenaclick, Auvi-Q, etc), it is only temporary, hospital care is necessary.

Do not assume that someone with an allergy has an epinephrine injector, especially in places where you have to pay for healthcare.

If someone goes unresponsive and is not breathing during an allergic reaction, start CPR (adult | child+infant) immediately.

Image description: an infographic from the Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team titled "SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF ANAPHYLAXIS"

Anaphylaxis (an-a-fi-LAK-sis) is a serious allergic reaction that comes on quickly and has the potential to become life-threatening. The most common anaphylactic reactions are to foods, venom, medications, and latex. Anaphylaxis signs and symptoms that may occur alone or in any combination after exposure to an allergen include:

MOUTH: itching, tingling, swelling of the lips/tongue/palate (roof of the mouth)

THROAT: hoarseness, tightening of throat, difficulty swallowing, hacking cough, stridor (a loud, high-pitched sound when breathing in)

LUNGS: shortness of breath, wheezing, coughing, chest pain, tightness

GUT: abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea

CNS/BRAIN: anxiety, panic, sense of doom

EYES/NOSE: runny nose, stuffy nose, sneezing, watery red eyes, itchy eyes, swollen eyes SKIN: hives or other rash, redness/flushing, itching, swelling

CIRCULATION/HEART: chest pain, low blood pressure, weak pulse, shock, pale blue color, dizziness or fainting, lethargy (lack of energy)

Symptoms involving the throat, lungs, and circulation/heart are marked with asterisks, indicating immediate and potential life-threatening symptoms.

Consult with a board-certified allergist for an accurate diagnosis and management plan.

Although the majority of individuals experiencing anaphylaxis have skin symptoms, some of the most severe cases have no rash, hives, swelling

EPINEPHRINE is the first-line of treatment for anaphylaxis Antihistamines, inhalers, & other treatments should only be used as secondary treatment. Always carry two epinephrine auto-injectors at all times.

When you, or someone you know, begin to experience symptoms, CALL 9-1-1 IMMEDIATELY!

FAACT Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team

AWARENESS • ADVOCACY • EDUCATION www.FoodAllergyAwareness.org

(513) 342-1293 Fax (513) 342-1239

P.O. Box 511 West Chester, OH 45071 info@FoodAllergyAwareness.org

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[tytarax]

MORE ONESHOTS MORE ONESHOTS-

This one I did for your most recent Fused Zamasu ask, but I thought I’d change things up a bit and make it Zamasu’s pov >:3 and oh boy did I have fun with this one!

TW: implied murder, detailed descriptions of decapitation, stalking, implied drugging, planned/implied future kidnapping, references to reader’s asthma (but not specified), watching someone sleep

……..

Evening had always come so quickly to Zamasu. Time became pretty irrelevant once he gained immortality, so it didn’t feel like a long wait before the beautiful moon of this planet made itself known. Even the sky was much prettier now, without that hideous pollution covering its beauty under smog. The humans created such atrocities, and now they would repent for it.

He thought it was pretty ironic that the humans who once caused hell upon the natural world were now forced to live in the very conditions they created. They went to many lengths to hide from their inevitable fates, and Zamasu would honestly have been annoyed at their dedication if it didn’t bring him such sadistic pleasure to tear their hopes and dreams down in front of their very eyes.

Zamasu supposed that the Zero Mortals Plan might have derailed from the initial plan after he managed to defeat Trunks, but he didn’t really care all that much. Of course, he wanted to destroy the remaining mortals of universe 7’s Earth, but now they’re so minuscule in numbers that they would never be a threat to the universe again. Besides, it was fun to hunt them all down.

However, if there was one thing Zamasu was grateful of the small resistance for, it would be keeping the one being he cared for most alive.

A tiny smile formed on Zamasu’s face at the thought of his dearest as carefully made his way through the resistance base. He always knew where the humans set their bases, but it was fun to allow those fools to think he was ever so oblivious to the obvious.

Remaining quiet, Zamasu carefully scanned the area before him. Many slumbering humans littered the floor, noticeably crowded around small fires for warmth. The sight was rather hideous to the god, but it also brought him some satisfaction to know what humanity had come to.

If any of the humans were to wake up, he would kill them. Zamasu had no care for their lives, and they had no place in his utopia. However, he wasn’t interested in causing a scene at the moment. Instead, he began silently making his way to the kitchen area of the base.

Zamasu quietly shuffled around the poor excuse of a kitchen, making sure not to accidentally knock against something and cause unwanted attention. The place was rather ugly, in Zamasu’s opinion. Ingredients that were not fully ripe were piled in large containers, barely even organized properly, and there were buckets of water that looked… not so healthy to drink. Worn pots and pans were skewed about messily, most not even being clean.

But Zamasu wasn’t here to criticize the horrible quality of the base.

It wasn’t hard for Zamasu to find who he was looking for.

In a far and empty corner of the room, a small human was slumped against the wall, fast asleep.

He smiled down at the sleeping figure.

“Hello, my little human.” Zamasu was well aware his mortal couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t care all that much. It just felt nice to talk to them.

Zamasu approached their slumbering form, crouching down and gently stroking their forehead. He chuckled as his mortal made no signs of acknowledging his presence. “I see you’re stuck in a nice, deep sleep.”

Glancing nearby, Zamasu could see a familiar cardboard box lying with the rest of his mortal’s stuff. His smile twitched upward. “The tea I had left for you must have helped a lot with that.”

Turning his attention back to his human, Zamasu gently cups their face in his hands. Oh great Zeno, were they adorable! If it were up to Zamasu, he would scoop up his child right here and now and take them back home with him! They would be much more comfortable in his luxurious abode than this pig pen!

But Zamasu knew he couldn’t do that just yet.

“Once your room preparations are done,” he mumbled out softly, “I will take you home with me then.” Turns out, it was quite hard to prepare to take care of a child. Especially one that required extra care and attention to stay healthy. Zamasu had to make sure he had everything they needed! At least he could take basic things from the Kai dimensions, considering that fool Gowasu would no longer need them.

Blinking, Zamasu shaked his head. Now was not the time to anger himself with the sins of his old master. Moving his hands away from his child’s face, Zamasu picked his child up into his arms and cradled them. Their skin felt so cold to the god. They must’ve been freezing in this sorry excuse of a kitchen, without any fire for warmth!

The only thing Zamasu even slightly appreciated about the resistance was the way they kept his precious mortal safe from harm, and they barely did that properly!

Oh, speaking of which!

“I took care of those horrible humans for you!” Zamasu gleefully exclaimed, being careful to not be too loud. He always liked to boast about his kills to his precious child, especially if it was done in their name. “They were just so cruel to you for the past few days, weren’t they? Treating you like dirt and berating you for your uncontrollable extra needs.”

Zamasu stroked his child’s cheek with his thumb, and his heart practically melted as they unconsciously leaned into his hold. “I made sure they all got slow and painful deaths! I believe I even decapitated one of them with my ki blade!” His heart began to beat faster at the memory of the human’s head being cleanly chopped off as the others watched in horror. His smile changed to a more hysterical expression.

“The others were also awarded similar gruesome fates, and all for you! They deserved it, they deserved that and more!” Zamasu’s grip began to tighten exponentially as he continued to talk, his voice gradually crescendoing to match his excitement.

“In fact, I would slaughter every mortal in existence a thousand times- no, a million times over in your name if I could! You are the best thing to ever happen to me, my dearest, and I will ensure that you will always be safe-”

A whine stopped Zamasu dead in his sentence. Looking down, he noticed his darling squirming in his tight grip. Oh dear, he must’ve squeezed too hard. Zamasu loosened his grip. If his perfect child woke up, he didn’t know what he would do. He supposed he could just kidnap them, but he wasn’t prepared just yet!

Thankfully, it seemed that he wouldn’t need to do anything. His human remained unconscious, and their squirming stopped after a few moments. They didn’t stir from their sleep. Zamasu let out a small sigh of relief. He was in the clear.

“Sorry, my dearest. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Zamasu kissed his child’s forehead gingerly. “I was just so happy to talk to you. It won’t happen again, I promise you.”

Gently, Zamasu set his child back down on the concrete floor he found them on. He made sure they were laying down to at least spare his darling from a sore back. Not like they wouldn’t be sore anyways from the hard ground, but whatever can lessen the pain helps.

He should probably leave now. The other resistance members would wake up soon, and Zamasu wasn’t in the mood for dealing with that.

Zamasu stood up on his feet. He glanced back for a moment at the peaceful expression on his child’s face. He smiled softly at them. “Goodnight, my precious mortal. I will take you home soon enough.”

And with that, he was gone. Not a shred of evidence he was even there remained.

This is damn goooood

Can't say too much because I'm trying to clear my inbox

Still, people, behold a masterpiece :)

Once again, the world deserves to read this :D

[skulljackxiii]

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(Note: With little info at hand, there was a lot of room to add about Lenny and his character in this version. But looking back in the show, there were signs where he was different from the other Newmans by not having the same skill set as their counterparts; specifically having physical traits/capabilities being complete opposite from that of Laney, and the long running joke of being called a girl by his peers. So first off it would be interesting by making him a foreign exchanged student from London (since his name is Lenny) that has several medical/health issues that restrains him from being more physically active/capable, thus creates his insecurities of his masculinity. This is further impeded by him growing up as the youngest in a household with only girls in his life. Though they didn't really help with his problem, he did pick up many skills thanks to his mother and five older sisters with flourishing careers; such as a dance instructor, hair dresser, salon manager, beauty technician, and a fashion designer. It would also be fun that he would have this one-sided rivalry with Corey and tries to intimidate him simply out of jealousy, but Corey wouldn't take it to heart because he assumed that it was his own unique way of talking to someone.)

Role: Lenny is one of the key members of the Newmans, taking the role as the bass player and backup vocalist of the band. Along side that, he also has the responsibilities of maintaining the appearance of the Newmans by deciding what type of wardrobe and makeup is best for certain occasions. He also develops and instructs the choreography for their performances, this being his most passionate role given how it is the only physical activity that he flourishes on.

Outside the band, Lenny is a popular Vlogger that likes to share all his moments to the World; letting people know who he hangs out with, where he's at, who he dislikes, etc. This also makes him an addition pillar of support for the band by having so many of his viewers get to know each of the members behind the scenes and grow to like them. With this furthering the band's image, maintaining a lead in popularity against Grojband.

Bio: Lenny lived in London with his mother and five older sisters. Being born with health conditions, such as Asthma, Hyperthyroidism, and minor Muscular Dystrophy, caused him to be retaliate on medication and being overprotected by his family. With no father around he grew up mainly being influenced by his family, namely his sisters playing with him in activities that they're interested in, like playing dress up or putting on makeup. He didn't have much friends when he was little because the boys would think that he was a weak girl to play with, and the girls would think that he was weird for being more prettier than them. Though despite all these years under his family's care and insecurities about his body, Lenny still strived to be his own man and have everyone recognize that. That way he could finally feel confident about himself and have everyone he meets to stop calling him a girl to his face.

Some years later down the line, Lenny decided that he wanted to move out and go to America to attend the rest of his school years there, as part of his journey of being a real independent man. Of course his sisters were against this idea, but the one to back him up and understood his plights was his mother. After some arrangements with relatives over in the US and saying his goodbyes, Lenny was finally able to set off and be who really wanted to be, but upon his arrival things didn't exactly go as planned. Weeks went on and due to his social anxieties, fragile physic, clumsy nature, and feminine appearance, he became a target of bullying by everyone. 

This went on for awhile until a rough looking girl called Carrie Beff stood up and shut everyone up with a single single sentence. When he saw her for the first time, be came enamored by not only for her looks but also her strong presence that commanded respect and attention. Since then he did everything that he could to see her and get closer, but never had the courage to say how he really felt. So when he heard that she was forming a band and was looking for a bass player, he saw this as his opportunity. He exhausted so much of his time, energy, and finances to become the perfect bass player for the girl of his dreams. 

When the day finally came to showcase his skills and was accepted, he felt such immense joy that he never felt before. But that feeling wouldn't last too long when he realized that so much of Carrie's attention was always directed towards a rival band Grojand, specifically their leader Corey Riffin. Since then on he swore that he'll find a way to beat GrojBand and prove that he could be so much more than Corey will ever be.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi!

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮, 🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞, ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

Hi :)

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 She rummages around until she finds what appears to be an old photograph print. Four by six. She slides it across the table to Buck. 

“This is him,” Maddie says. “Daniel.”

Daniel?

Hands shaking, Buck grabs the photo. He lifts it closer to his face. The child in the photo is a dead ringer for Buck at the same age. He’d almost ask her if she’s sure it’s not just him. Except it’s not their house he’s sitting on a bike out front of. And there’s no birthmark, when he looks closer. 

“He was two years younger than me,” Maddie says. “He died before your first birthday. That’s why you don’t remember him.”

Buck shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

“He got sick,” Maddie says. “The doctors tried everything to save him, but… Well, it didn’t work.”

This isn’t real. This can’t be real. There are too many questions bouncing around his head. Like bullets ricocheting off the walls of his skull. There is so much noise, even though they’ve both fallen completely silent. 

“Uh…” He trails off. “I guess, first… I’m sorry, Maddie.”

Maddie looks at the surface of the table, avoiding his gaze. 

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Dove is quiet. 

That’s probably okay. It’s probably okay for her to be quiet and process. But Buck is too anxious and heartbroken to let the moment just sit. 

“It’s not your fault no one has said it before,” Buck tells her. “You are so special and loveable. And I’m going to tell you every single day, so you don’t forget it, okay?”

At this, Dove starts to cry. Buck worries he’s said the exact wrong thing. This is hard. 

“Sweetie, it’s okay,” he says, rubbing her shoulder. “It’s okay.”

“So you won’t send me back?” She blubbers.

“What?” Buck gapes. “Oh god. No, Dove. No, I am not going to send you back. This is your home now.”

She takes deep, gulping breaths like she can’t get enough air. Buck thinks he may need to get her puffer. But is this an asthma attack or a panic attack? And if it’s the latter, what the hell does he do?

“Can you breathe?” He asks her. “In through the nose, okay?”

He models breathing, and she follows along. She manages to regulate herself, much to Buck’s relief. 

“You’re okay,” he promises. “You’re gonna be okay.”

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 Maybe that’s confirmation bias. Whatever. Eddie has given up trying to be more rational than his husband. When he became his husband. Easier to lean into it, it turns out. 

The point is, things keep lining out. Moving them in the right direction. And Eddie has to wonder… If there is a destiny or a fate or whatever, is life just easier when you surrender to it? Because things used to feel so hard. When he was fighting himself all the time. 

Take, for example, the whole baby thing. Which Eddie maybe could be stressing about a whole lot right now, considering how much extra work it will take for them to accomplish versus the last time he did. In which his initial work was very minimal. He could be panicking, but he’s not. Because things are just kind of… Going the way they’re meant to go? It’s novel, really. 

Buck had come to him with an idea. Name the baby after Bobby, assuming it’s a boy. Which Eddie thinks they will be - he will be - because that’s just what Eddie thinks. So Eddie had said yes, as long as Buck actually talked to Bobby. Which Buck did, and it went great for them. And just like that, the universe - if it’s a thing - seems to be taking care of them. Because not even a full month later, the LAFD changes its benefits policy. They are now covering a wide range of costs related to family planning and fertility. Including a decent chunk of the costs of IVF for surrogacy. 

Eddie doesn’t think this was meant to be a win for queer men, as much as it is one. Likely, a much more selfish motive passed that change. More female firefighters opting to go the surrogate route, and therefore not getting pregnant themselves. Better for business, in the eyes of the LAFD. 

[ddwcaph-game]

Have you ever consider an asthma option for MC/Twin?

Yes, actually! I was also considering adding common allergies (and even choices like whether the twins are premature babies), but when adding a new variable, there's a few things I have to consider:

What does including this choice add to the story?

This is one of the biggest factors to why I haven't added the above options yet. An occasional scene where MC gets an asthma or allergy attack would be fine, but I also have to consider how this affects the later fight scenes (where those things are more likely to happen).

It would be a pain to add variations to a scene that already has a lot of variations to begin with, along with the fact that I've already established that MC gets headaches when using their powers too much. The headaches already fill the purpose of taking the MC out of the fight and needing someone else to take care of them.

Is it worth the time to add another scene variation that not all people will see instead of moving on to a new scene?

How difficult would it be to add/How many people would pick that option?

I do have some allergies so I can relate to the asthma problem, but I'd still have to do some research to include the option. This isn't usually a big problem, but an option like this would need entirely new scenes, as opposed to adding something simpler like the lactose intolerant trait, which is much more manageable when adding new flavor text/dialogue (not to mention that the milk flavors actually have some character/plot significance).

I also have to consider that if I do add an asthma option, it also opens up the question of "why not add these other ailments?", and I have to reconsider everything again.

Where/how do I include the choice?

Currently, the earliest scene I can think of where I can include the option is when Tita Josy checks MC after waking up from fainting, but that scene is already kinda loaded to begin with. This isn't a big factor usually (especially if it's very important to the plot), but if I do add this option, I'd probably want to be done with the story first so I know how much work I'd need to do, and have a better idea of how to manage the scenes.

So for now, my answer is "I don't have any plans at the moment, but it would be nice to include it in the future if I have the time."

Honestly, I'm starting to think I've spoiled everyone with the choices if these are the kinds of suggestions I'm getting. 😅 I usually prefer choice/flavor text suggestions to things that I missed.

[macgyvermedical]

What’s your most controversial hospital opinion?

Hoo boy.

I'd have to say it's a tie.

First, I'd say that the medicalization of nursing practice was a mistake.

See, medicine and nursing are two different sciences. Medicine treats disease (for example, asthma). Nursing treats reaction to disease (for example, the difficulty breathing related to asthma).

While an RN (Registered Nurse) is technically an independent license (as in, we are able to do our own assessments, create and implement our own care plans without direct oversight or orders), we still can't prescribe. Now that's fine- I'm definitely not saying an RN should have prescriptive privilege.

Because we can't prescribe, though, we need someone with prescriptive privilege to order things like pain medication, nausea medication, bronchodilators, and other things that drugs might do better than available nursing-based alternatives.

The problem is that hospitals tend to require orders from a doctor for things that should be entirely under a nurse's purview. Things like q2hr turns for pressure injury prevention, fall prevention interventions, patient education, and other things that by law don't require a doctor's order, and for which doctors are not well trained. This tends to end with a subpar set of orders related to the nursing care of that patient, and nurses don't really have the freedom to override these orders (or the time to educate our medical counterparts on nursing care to get those orders changed).

Now, there are nurses who can prescribe- Nurse Practitioners (NP or DNP, depending on their highest degree).

So if I ran the nursing world, I would de-medicalize nursing care. There would be a nurse practitioner on each floor whose job it was to manage pain, nausea, discomfort, urinary retention, wound care, constipation, and other things that are reactions to disease that require drugs or other orders to manage. This would free up doctors to focus on things they were trained for, and allow nurses to do what they were trained for, and, hopefully, result in better outcomes for the patient.

Second, and this one probably is more controversial, I think the trend towards single-occupancy rooms in hospitals was a mistake.

Not, of course, because I feel like privacy shouldn't be a thing or that single rooms are too cushy, I just genuinely think the care would be better in a ward-style setup.

Here's the thing. When a patient is in a room alone, we can't see them and they can't see us. They don't know if we're actively taking care of someone else, and we have to go all the way into a room (and all the customer service that goes into going into a room) just to check if a catheter bag needs emptied or if SCD pumps are on, or if one of our many confused patients is trying to get out of bed.

This tends to result in situations where patients feel like they've been forgotten or aren't getting the best care we can give them. It also results in things like food or needed medications being left in patient rooms for a long time because we didn't see it dropped off, and patients who go hours without an SCD pump being on because we might only see them once every 2 hours (instead of a quick check every time we're on the way to another patient).

And finally, while this sounds ridiculous, the size of the hospital floors that are needed to house single-occupancy rooms are a drain on time when time is at an absolute premium.

See, picture you're doing a 12-hour shift and you have 6 patients. That's 2 hours of care per patient spread over 12 hours. That's not direct care, either. Order needs changed or clarified? That's 10 minutes gone. Charting? That's another 45 minutes. Pretty soon you get down to less than an hour to give meds, do all necessary assessments, treatments, clean ups, education, etc... Spread over 12 hours. That amounts to about 20 minutes in a patient room spread over every 4-hour period. Say it takes 30 seconds to get from one room to another. Say it takes more than a minute to walk from the med machine to the room. That time all adds up, and eats into those 20 precious minutes.

Versus if I could have all 6 of those patients laying in beds right in front of me, maybe with walls between them and the option of a curtain facing the hall for privacy, I could provide considerably more nursing care with the same amount of time.

[blues824]

May I request the cast of The Remarried Empress reacting to a Male!Yuki Sohma!Reader who is adopted by Empress Navier who one day found him lost and confused on palace grounds. Thinking he is a mere lost teen not from the Eastern Empire who accidentally stumbled upon Her Majesty (she assumes he's a noble's child running from traffickers for his princely appearance), she quickly takes him in, ensures he's bathed, and clothed in soft fabrics befitting someone of a high status.

She makes sure to be firm on her decision to adopt the polite boy after no one comes forth to claim him no matter how hard Sovieshu fights her not to. She can't, in good conscience, leave the boy to defend himself (she grew attached).

While he may not be able to take on the title of Prince (if I remember correctly), he's still her child in the eyes of the law.

(She finds out about his curse one day after he is badly struck by his asthma and barely manages to keep human form long enough until it's just the two of them when he transforms. He tells her everything; the world he comes from, the life he had to live, the sorrow he feels for being unable to tell her the truth in fear she'd look at him differently, and how he wishes to stay here and live a happy life as her son but fears he may not have a choice in whether he goes back or not. Only she, and eventually Heinrey, knows his true secret)

Not gonna lie, I want Navier as a mom.

Sovieshu

His wife had a soft spot for children, but he was surprised when he found out that she wished to adopt a child that she had found with no parents around. He met you, and you were a very polite child, but that wasn’t the problem. What the problem was was that you wouldn’t be inheriting the throne since you would be adopted rather than blood-related.

However, you could be adopted into the Trovi family, and that would make you Navier’s child rather than the child of both the Emperor and Empress. Over that, he had no jurisdiction so he let it go, albeit annoyed. Now, instead of ignoring her, she ignored him so that she could tend to you, and it made Sovieshu so angry.

Rashta

You caused her to have PTSD, and she flew into a fit of hysteria upon finding out that the Empress wanted to adopt you and bring you into the palace. She begged Sovieshu not to let it happen, but he told her that he had no control over it since you would be given the name of Trovi rather than Vict.

She showed obvious contempt towards you, and often tried to avoid you as best she could. The only thing that brought her comfort was the fact that you couldn't inherit the throne smoothly and would likely have to through war, which gave her a chance to go through the plan of having Sovieshu divorce Navier so that her child would be the rightful heir.

Navier

She fought tooth and nail so that she could adopt you. She even had you officialized by the High Priest, and that solidified your place as her child. However, she was deeply saddened that no matter what you couldn’t be named Sovieshu’s heir. No matter, since she made sure that you were given a tutor and you were clothed properly and doted upon. 

But one day you had an asthma attack and were immediately put to bed. The servants informed her, and she quickly made her way to your bedside. She had no record of your medical history, so she asked you about your life up to this point, and was shocked to find out about your curse. She helped you sit up and she gave you a hug, reassuring that she thought of you no differently than her son and wiped your tears away as she helped you get back to your normal self.

Heinrey

It was through his correspondence with Her Imperial Majesty that he found out about you. The press knew very little about you due to the preference of Navier, so he knew nothing about you. His heart grew warm when she told him that she had found you wandering around unsupervised and without parents, and she adopted you. Mans was already making preparations to have you be the Crowned Prince of the Western Kingdom when he inherits the throne.

He was walking with Navier in the garden when some servants reported that you had a coughing fit that left you barely able to breathe, and he followed her to your bedchambers. Upon her asking you about your life to gain some sort of understanding about what happened, the two found out about your curse. After a bit, Navier left and left you both in the room. There, he whispered that he had a power similar to yours, where he can turn into a bird. It gave you some comfort to know that your soon-to-be stepdad knew what you were going through.

[logically-asexual]

okay hear me out.

after hawkmoth is defeated luka and his family can stay in one place again, so jagged and penny decide to go to london, and luka and juleka stay with them over the summer. jagged has a new album because his tour around the world inspired him a lot and he’s been doing a few concerts to promote it. there’s an after party for one of them and a bunch of cool celebrities are invited, including audrey bourgeois.

she was planning to just show up for a couple pictures, she had a new dress she wanted to show off or something, but chloe hadn’t stopped clinging to her all night complaining about her struggles with school*, and she followed her all the way to the party. once there, before the cameras are all on them, she finally gets fed up and tells chloe to get lost.

(*amongst the chaos of her dictatorship, the school year ended and she managed to use her power to get her middle school diploma, but now she had to get into high school and even with her money she still had to make it through admission paperwork and exams that her parents refused to help her with)

so chloe, once again heartbroken by her mom’s treatment, runs and finds somewhere to hide in the huge mansion where the party is happening. she is in a corner on some patio or terrace crying in silence when luka finds her. he sits next to her and asks her what’s wrong. at first chloe is defensive like “it’s none of your business, get away from me.” with her face still hidden. and luka being luka is like “chloe, right? i can feel your inner tune is overpowered by too much noise coming from every direction at once and not letting it find its way.”

“i told you to get away you little—“ she finally looks up and upon seeing his face she stops and finds herself unable to think of an insult, so she says “ugh, you might be cute even with those old rags but you still have no right speaking to me!”

so luka just smiles at her and asks if he can sit in silence then. which leaves chloe at a loss for words and in the end she just nods and turns back to face away from him. they stay like that for a while, with chloe sniffling and wiping away tears every once in a while. later she checks her phone and sighs because she has no calls or messages.

luka sees and says something like "you know, i'm glad that you're here. these events can get kind of lonely. it's weird to have all these strangers in the house all night, and my dad is always busy trying to keep them entertained ... don't get me wrong, it's really cool that he's a rockstar but. he's so famous and amazing that sometimes it's easy to feel lost under his shadow. and he was away for so long, it's hard to--"

he hesitates to continue so chloe, finally looking at him, says "it's okay. i know exactly what you mean."

luka smiles at her and it's like he's radiating calmness, enough for her to forget everything that had made her angry that day. he moves his guitar from his back to hold it in place and asks her what kind of music she likes. she's like "uh.. XY?"

"come on, you really like his music?"

"i mean his hair is SO cute, and the way he dances on stage and--"

"no, i didn't say the artist. what do you think about the music?"

she stops to think. "i don't know.. i don't pay that much attention to it, i guess. it's.. kind of boring. but who am i to judge, i was never able to play that utterly useless flute my daddy got for me once, it sounded like a caged bird with asthma. although, at least that would probably be more entertaining.."

luka laughs at that. "that's the spirit." and then "come on, let's find your sound."

..

and they spend the next hours there talking, and find that they're so different yet,, chloe feels so at peace with him in a way she hadn't in.. she can't even remember when she felt so calm. and luka can see that there's a hidden side of chloe that dares to peak out when she's feeling comfortable and that he likes and wants to see more of. and he doesnt immediately forget everything she's done to marinette and juleka and the rest of their class, but he sees hope in her, maybe he can be there for her now as she starts over.

[amazingmsme]

do you have hcs (tkl related or not) for Ruth and Richie? they’re such an underrated duo!

Omg I love these dorks sooo much! They’re such a dynamic duo ok, they’re a package deal!

I feel like they probably met when they were really young & both were lonely & in need of a friend. Like walk up on the playground “you wanna be friends?” “Yeah!” type of deal

Ruth was lowkey worried Richie wouldn’t be her friend anymore when he started hanging out with Pete but she realized she didn’t have to worry

As kids they’d play wild make believe games with game of thrones level plot

Ruth lowkey has a crush on Richie but she lowkey has a crush on everyone she’s so FUCKING thirsty

Just because they’re besties doesn’t mean they don’t fight like cats & dogs about anything they can think of ok it’s like a sport for them

Even tho Richie has been dubbed most ticklish he still manages to wreck her way more than she does. He’s overall more bold than she is, especially once Max was gone & he got a confidence boost. He just loves to sneak attack & she day dreams a LOT so she never sees it coming. & it’s so cute because later she’ll try to get him back & has to try & talk herself up to do it but then she gets nervous he’s just gonna flip it back on her & she backs out. She has to wait until the perfect moment is gifted to her

Ruth is much more of an opportunistic, spur of the moment type of ler, so she’ll get him when he’s stretching or trying to reach for something. Lord help him if he gets stuck in his hoodie & she’s anywhere near

She’s absolutely the reason why the football team found out he’s ticklish. He was in his mascot uniform & reached up to take off the head & she tickled under his arms & he actually screamed. & now they’re all very interested & this is Ruth’s first real chance to actually TALK to the football team so of course she’s throwing Richie’s ass under the bus!

She’s a thoughtful friend tho so she makes sure to warn them about his asthma & to “take breaks if they really wanna have fun with it” & Richie wants to kill her because wtf that’s his fucking scapegoat & she took that away too!

So some time later he manages to rope Kyle & Jason into helping with his revenge. (He guilt trips them into it & says it’s the least they could do for him after ganging up on him & that they’re a team now & teams stick together fucking bro pack mentality)

He literally plans it out & they come up to them while they’re talking in the hall during a free period or something & “thank” her for the useful information & she’s all blushy & stuttery like “o-oh you’re welcome! I-it was no problem, really” & Kyle’s like “that’s why we’d like to return the favor 😊” & she’s just like “w-what?” all confused & Jason kinda feels bad for what they’re about to do (not really tho) so he’s like “sorry, but Richie sold you out” & before he’s even finished talking Kyle already has her trapped in a hug & before she can even try to beg or talk her way out of this she’s laughing. & she’s freaking tf out because it’s so much physical attention from hot guys but at the same time she feels like she wants to crawl out of her skin, crawl under a rock & die. Hands down the most flustered she’s ever been in her fucking life, she couldn’t function normally for the rest of the day!

During movie nights, they argue about what they should watch & then end up snuggling together on the couch 15 minutes later. At some point during the movie a tickle fight WILL break out

Ruth doesn’t like pickles, so Richie is the one to take them when they’re on her food

She doesn’t really like sour things in general very much, meanwhile Richie loves them! He’s pulled a few pranks on her with extreme sour candy & she falls for it every time & she pouts about it til he apologizes

That’s all I got for now, but I absolutely adore them!

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/23/2024) Episode: Take A Breath

When they arrived at the medical clinic Luigi and his family were whisked quickly to the private room they’d requested.

“Thanks so much for protecting our privacy” Luigi told the medical assistant when she arrived to begin the exam.

“Not a problem Mr. Lawbourne” she replied, “We’re always happy to help.” She pulled up Skye’s chart on the computer before turning to her patient “I see you’ve been having some trouble breathing lately. Can you tell me a little bit more about how that feels when you notice it?”

“Every time I teleport my chest feels funny, and I start coughing a lot.” Skye frowned “It happened one time when I was playing tag with my friends at school too, but I don’t like to do that anymore.” Noemi and Luigi exchanged a glance then but didn’t comment.

“I’m sorry to hear that” the assistant smiled kindly. “Thank you for the fantastic explanation! Today we’ll run some tests, I promise they won’t hurt, and hopefully help you feel better. Does that sound good?” Skye didn’t look up but nodded slightly and let her get started.

At the end of his examination Skye was diagnosed with Asthma.

The doctor did his best to explain the disease in a way the young sim could understand: “With asthma, teleporting or exercising can cause your lungs to start making thick sticky stuff called mucus” he said. “That’s why you start having trouble breathing. The good news is we have medicine to help you feel better fast when it happens.”

“Mom, Dad” he went on “I’m going to give you some resources to review so you can learn how to help Skye manage his new diagnoses.” “I know a bit about it” Luigi told him “my great great grandpa Don has dealt with it for centuries.”

"It isn’t uncommon for asthma to run in families actually” their provided smiled “though in your case it seems like it skipped a few generations!”

Luigi and Noemi talked with Dr Anderson for awhile, learning more about next steps for follow-up and things they could do, such as creating an Asthma Action Plan, to help others know how to help their boy in case of an attack. Afterward he asked: “Now Skye, do you have any questions before I go?”

Skye hadn’t really understood everything they’d been discussing, but he did have one important thing to ask “You said the medicine will make me feel better. Does that mean after I take it, I won’t have asthma anymore?”

The adults in the room frowned. Luigi reached out to place a comforting hand on his son's shoulder as the doctor answered, “Unfortunately there is no cure for asthma, so you’ll always have it, but as long as you keep your inhaler in your inventory it should make you feel better quickly next time you have trouble breathing.” Skye’s face crumpled at his answer. He buried his head in his dad’s chest; big fat tears falling freely at the news.

The doctor left then to see his next patient, telling them as he went “take all the time you need before you go; we have plenty of other exam rooms.”

Skye calmed down slowly as Noemi moved to sit across from him “I know you’re worried, but we’ll do everything we can to help you adjust.”

“Now that we know what’s wrong” Luigi continued “we’ll be able to help. When I was your age, I learned I had Eczema. Once we understood what was causing my issue, my dads got me that special lotion you see me use and it made a big difference, just like your new inhaler will do for you.”

“We love you so much, and we promise you won’t have to go through this alone.” Noemi finished, finally earning a smile from her glum little boy.

“Well, that was awful” Luigi lamented as he and Noemi waited for Skye to come out of the restroom “I know what he’s going through, and it sucks.”

Noemi nodded “I was really hoping it was just some short-term infection but given his symptoms I’m not really surprised.”

The pair fell silent when Skye rounded the corner. As they left the medical clinic, heading towards the vision center a short walk away, Luigi took Noemi’s hand in his. Squeezing it tight he silently hoped against hope that Skye wouldn’t get anymore bad news at his next appointment.

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