#Congenital diseases

[uniqueeval]

Can forgotten rubella children of the ’60s hold clue for Zika babies?

Story highlights Babies with multiple birth defects were born to US women infected with the rubella virus in the 1960s What these families have needed may signal what’s in store for Zika babies Brooklyn, New York CNN  —  One side of the bedroom is an explosion of pink, from the hair accessories and dangling trinkets to the stuffed animals and laundry hamper. The other, starting with the fuzzy…

[heian-era-housewife]

Blind Date

Synopsis | Geto sets Gojo up on a blind date. Hilarity ensues.

Content | Mild cursing, mentions of sex, PG 13 at most.

Word Count | 1,002

Gojo lay back on one of Jujutsu High's frumpy, moth-eaten dorm chairs. Long legs stretched out in front of him, arms draped carelessly over the sides with palms facing up, head lolled back and mouth slightly open. A sigh of utter boredom gurgled deep in his throat as he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.

Classes were on a break. Students were visiting families or using the time to study and train independently. He had not been called on a mission in three whole days.

Suddenly the door to the teachers' dormitory slid open with flare as Geto strut into the room.

"You can thank me now!" He declared with a pompous smile.

"For what?" Gojo said without moving an inch, eyes still fixed on the ceiling through his blindfold.

"I've set you up on a date tonight," replied Geto with an overwhelming smugness.

"IS SHE HOT?!" Gojo snapped to attention, bolt upright, eager hands gripping his knees in excitement.

"Guess you'll have to see for yourself. Six o'clock. The sushi place in Ginza. Don't be late," Geto said with a wink and a note of suspicious mocking.

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5:55 p.m. - Gojo waited anxiously outside the restaurant, unable to decide how far down he should unzip his jacket. He had spent the afternoon showering, shaving, and changing outfits and glasses again and again before settling back on his original black jacket, black pants, and classic blindfold. His boxers he'd been sure to change though, just in case.

***

"Show me what she looks like!" He had whined at Geto over and over. "What's her name? Where'd you meet her? What did you tell her about me?" He pried.

Geto refused to budge. "You'll find out soon enough," he chided at Gojo's pleading questions.

"How will I know who to look for if you won't tell me?" He pouted.

"Oh don't worry," teased Geto. "She'll find you."

***

Awaiting his prize, Gojo looked around again, still fidgeting with his zipper. A soft sudden tap on his arm followed by a sweet, feminine voice caused him to jump slightly as he turned to see the girl Geto had selected.

She was cute, wearing a simple, but flattering dress with just enough skin to pique his interest without drawing too much attention from other wandering eyes. He made a mental note to praise Geto later for his taste in women.

"Sorry to startle you! You must be Gojo!" She said with a soft smile while she introduced herself.

"Please, call me Satoru," Gojo instisted, offering a long-fingered hand to guide her through the doorway of the sushi house.

Rather than take it, she wrapped herself around his arm and began walking confidently into the restaurant, almost pulling him along with her.

Oh! Gojo thought to himself. I am definitely okay with this.

As they settled in the booth, exchanging small talk, Gojo's confidence grew as his date's rather forward behavior continued. Admitedly, a bit surprised, he couldn't help but sit back sporting a goofy smile as she insisted on feeding him, pouring his drinks, guiding his hands around the table, and even praising him on the way he "intuitively" used his chopsticks on the rare occasions she allowed him to feed himself.

Okay, so that last one was kind of weird. But who cares? He thought. I am definitely getting laid tonight.

While the chatter continued, he didn’t delve much into his personal life. Nor did they talk much about hers. She mostly just peppered him with compliments and he attempted to do the same.

Still, he couldn't help feel that something was slightly off as her accolades dipped into the increasingly peculiar.

"Geto told me all about your noble work."

"Oh? Did he now?"

"Your students must love you!"

"Well, I'd like to think so."

"Your hearing must be impeccable."

"Uhh...sure? I guess...?"

When the check arrived, Gojo reached out instinctively to take it, surprised when his hand met hers, also reaching for the bill.

"Oops...sorr-"

"Amazing!" She exclaimed, causing Gojo to retract his hand in startled confusion. "You knew exactly where it was!" She cried, looking up at him in awe.

"I-" Gojo stammmered, working hard to make sense of what she was implying.

With a sudden flush of her cheeks, she gushed, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but if Geto hadn't told me, I would have never known you were blind!"

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The dormitory door slammed open, then shut with a dangerous shutter as Gojo stormed inside.

"You. Utter. ASSWIPE!" Gojo shouted into the darkened dorm.

"How was your blind date?" Geto called from a safe distance.

"Hah. FREAKING. HAH! You waited in here all damn night just to say that, didn’t you?!" He growled.

Geto wheezed, doubled over in laughter as he relished the deranged look in Gojo's glowing eyes.

"Oh you think you're so hilarious. You're lucky I don't hollow purple the living shit out of you! Did you REALLY tell her this was a school for the blind?!"

Geto gasped for air, hugging the wall and pounding it with his fist as he reveled in his childish prank.

"Well joke's on YOU buddy! While you were waiting here yuckin' it up to yourself all night, I was getting mad laid at her place. Turns out chicks dig the visually impaired!"

Geto wiped a tear from his eye as he straightened up and looked Gojo dead in his dangerous blue gaze. "You suck at lying. She called a cab and you walked here cursing my name with every step. Don't deny it," He taunted.

"I-"

"Hmm?"

"I mean I-"

"Hmmmmm?"

"Screw you! At least I got a hot chick to feed me sushi."

Geto burst back into raucus laughter as his friend skulked down the hall.

"I'm going to bed," Gojo huffed.

"Need me to walk you there?" Geto called after him.

I'll get him back for that one, Gojo scowled as he threw himself down on his lamentably empty bed. One thing's for sure, though. No more blind dates.

[chialattea]

Nami WIP + some chibi doodles heheeee

[ex0toxin]

its just ketchup

[illholy]

Me witnessing myself struggle on whether or not i delete all of my drafts & inbox ( i'm sentimental ) & start a new...

[disabled-models]

Mia Castro, a model with Hashimoto’s Disease, Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS), and Tarsal Coalition.

[almond-tofu-chan]

round 7 prediction: luka has a heart attack and fucking dies

[bpod-bpod]

Vital for Immunity

Importance of peroxisomes – organelles inside cells that are involved in lipid metabolism – for immune cell development and immune responses revealed by defects seen in a peroxisome-deficient mouse model of the congenital disorder Zellweger disease

Read the published research article here

Image from work by Brendon D. Parsons and Daniel Medina-Luna, and colleagues

University of Alberta, Department of Laboratory Medicine and Pathology, Edmonton, AB, Canada

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution – NonCommercial – NoDerivs (CC BY-NC-ND 4.0)

Published in Cell Reports, February 2024

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[literalcyborg]

Happy disability pride month! I climbed a fucking mountain a few days ago!!!

(To be fair, it was technically more like a really big hill with stairs going up to the top, but the locals call it a mountain and it was hundreds of stairs, so I’m letting myself be proud.)

I did it after a lot of reluctance from my mom too. She was worried I’d overwork myself and have a heat attack or something, and while she’s usually great about listening to me when it come to my body and my limits, she just wasn’t letting it go no matter how many times I assured her I’d be fine.

I know how to accommodate myself. I went with my brother so I’d have someone there if I needed help, my phone was fully charged, I brought plenty of water and Tylenol, and I took breaks when I felt that I needed to, and I was fine!

This is all to say that it makes sense for an abled person to be worried about their disabled loved ones doing strenuous activities, but disabled people know their own limits. I’ve been living in my fucked up body for almost two decades, I know how to handle it by now.

Listen to disabled people. Our boundaries and limits are ours to define.

And again, congratulations to me for climbing a fucking mountain :D

[schnitzelsemmerl]

idk why but my laugh sounded like sky the girl scout from the beetlejuice musical for a second

[phantalgia]

Sheesh, I cant sit up at my computer. My heart was acting up like crazy. Right now I’m nauseaous, lightheaded, dizzy, tight throat, shaky, heartbeat irregular, short of breathe, pre-syncope. Shit making me feel worse. Not sure if i feel any better laying down. Maybe in a certain position laying down i do. I don’t know. Staying in bed. Not going on computer. Fuck this. Still hate that i don’t have a full answer.

[pengumi12]

Congenital Heart Defect Awareness

[wholemleko]

Out here 2 vent again sry

[jamie-is-out-of-ideas]

shout out to all my fellow folks with congenital heart disease/condition who has to go to those anual appointments at the cardiologist (i had an enlarged right atrium and a funky looking tricuspid valve)