#Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐕Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

@sicktember

Summary: The aftermath of Mingyu passing out on the rollercoaster.

CW: emeto, fainting

Sickie: Mingyu Caretaker: Jeonghan + Minghao + S.Coups/Seungcheol

They all tended to tease each other about various things - Mingyu’s clumsiness, Seungcheol’s tendency to pout whenever and wherever, Hoshi’s horanghae agenda, the list went on. It was what all friend groups did, didn’t they? It was balanced out by words of love and affection.

And, of course, they all were still conscious to not make fun of things that really bothered the members. There would be no words uttered about Korean language skills of any of the foreign members, no teasing Jihoon’s height, no picking on Mingyu for his tan skin color that didn’t fit the idol standards. They all knew well enough that words could and would hurt and they knew each other enough to know where the limits were. Any overstepping of boundaries was talked out and apologized for. Nobody wanted a repeat of the tears that had been shed due to carelessness or hurtful comments by antis.

Making fun of Mingyu’s and Dokyeom’s fears of heights was just in good spirit. Neither of the two minded, had given explicit consent for it for the sake of cameras and content,  and even edged them on with their own whining and screaming about the rollercoasters. 

So when the group went to the machine that could launch two of them up into the air, none of them were surprised when Dokyeom and Mingyu looked a bit scared and didn’t hold back on teasing them. It was supposed to be fun after all. 

Mingyu truly thought he could do it. Yeah, the ride looked scary as hell and it would be pretty high, but DK had survived it, hadn’t he? He wasn’t going to back down himself and when Minghao asked who wanted to go next, Mingyu didn’t even hesitate to follow him when the others suggested him. It would be fine. 

Hanging in the straps felt weird and slowly Mingyu started to feel his anxiety start to creep in. Just looking up at the yellow towers and knowing they would be shot far higher than that made him dizzy. Quickly he looked down and then the ride attendant asked: “You wanna count down?”

Mingyu barely got to three when the whole thing started to move. He couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp which caused his members to laugh. If he was honest, only half of his yelling that followed was for the cameras. Humans weren’t made to be suspended in the air like this. He clutched the harness tighter.

“You good?”, Minghao asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. Mingyu nodded and instantly regretted it as the ride shot into the air at two.

It was scary. God, it was so scary. He could feel the wind in his face, distorting his features. His legs were hanging freely and he had to use all his strength to keep them straight even with the help from the contraption. Minghao was shouting in joy next to him, which Mingyu was barely able to hear over the thumping in his ears. His stomach swopped and suddenly there was an unwelcome pressure in his head. His vision went black.

💎

The first thing that Mingyu noticed when he woke, was that everything was still. There was no movement anymore.

He heard Minghao speaking. Was that English? He didn’t know.

Suddenly a hand was tapping on his cheek and Mingyu forced his eyes open again. Blinking to clear his vision he found Jeonghan kneeling above him, a concerned frown on his face. Behind Jeonghan stood Vernon and a manager, both of them wearing matching looks of worry. Mingyu himself was laying on his back, able to see the cloudy sky above them. He groaned.

“Hey, Mingyu-yah”, Jeonghan said quietly, “are you with me?”

Mingyu hummed, still dazed. His head was hurting a bit and everything was spinning. Even focusing on Jeonghan was hard. 

“Don’t close your eyes, baby”, Jeonghan encouraged, “come on. Wake up. You’re okay. You’re not on that thing anymore. You’re okay.”

“The ride attendants are asking if we need a doctor”, Vernon spoke up nervously. “What do I say?”

“Don’t need a doctor”, Mingyu mumbled, “I’m good.”

“I’m not so sure about the last part but I think we don’t need a doctor”, Jeonghan replied, brushing back Mingyu’s hair. “Did you just pass out because of the ride, baby?”

Ride? What?

Oh.

How embarrassing. Had he really passed out on the launch ride? He would never live this down.

Jeonghan, the wonderful and caring hyung he was, seemed to sense where Mingyu’s thoughts went. “Don’t be embarrassed. We’re all pretty worried about you. Coups-yah and Junnie were barely able to hold the other kids back when we realized you had passed out. Don’t scare us like this again. I think Seokminnie and Seungkwannie are both still crying.”

“Sorry”, Mingyu mumbled, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. 

“Don’t apologize”, Minghao said and only then did Mingyu notice that the younger was still there with him, sitting cross legged on the floor and holding Mingyu’s feet elevated in his lap. “Just don’t go passing out on us again.”

“I’ll try.”

“Can you sit up?”, Jeonghan asked, patting Mingyu’s chest gently. 

“Yeah.”

Mingyu had, however, not at all anticipated how sitting up would affect him. While laying back he had felt okay, drowsy and a bit unwell, but not unreasonably bad. But the transfer from laying to sitting was the worst. His head started pounding badly again and everything spun in dizzying circles around him. Jeonghan and the others turned into colorful swirls and Mingyu nearly fell back down, before Vernon was able to catch him.

Mingyu thought that was it. He was going to pass out again.

Then his body decided that, no, it would do him even worse. 

Without any warning nausea overwhelmed him and Mingyu gagged helplessly. He felt somebody grasp his shoulders tightly and then Jeonghan mumbled: “It’s okay, baby. Get it up. Vernonnie, go if you need to.”

Footsteps hurried away, making Mingyu remember how badly Vernon dealt with vomit and sickness, before all his thoughts were consumed by trying to breathe through the awful heaving. All the junk food and sweets he had consumed earlier rushed up his throat and splattered on the ground in front of him.

“It’s okay”, Jeonghan comforted, “it’s okay. Breathe.”

“Hyung”, Mingyu couldn’t help but whine. His head hurt and swam so badly and everything was just … he couldn’t even describe it. He just felt out of sorts.

A new hand stroked back his hair but Mingyu was too dizzy to recognize who it was. It took some time until his stomach stopped spasming and Mingyu was able to lean back without being scared he’d throw up again. 

“Do you feel better now that you got that up?”, Minghao asked sweetly. It was his hand against Mingyu’s forehead he now realized, thankful for the support and comfort of the younger. 

“Yeah, sorry”, Minygu mumbled, a bit embarrassed. Not only had he thrown up from the ride, it had even happened in public with the crew, the ride attendants and the members watching. He would never live this down.

“Don’t be sorry. If it’s anybody who should be sorry, it’s us. We never should have made you feel like you can’t say no to the ride”, Minghao apologized, sounding heartbroken. Mingyu frowned. He never had felt pressured at all, he knew that if he had fought it more, they would have let him be.

“I wanted to try it”, he explained shakily, “didn’t think this would happen.”

“Oh. I’m glad. That you didn’t feel pressured, I mean…” 

“Well, do you think we could move away a bit to the shade maybe?”, Jeonghan interrupted, “we can talk later more about this but we should probably get you away from this?” He gestured to the puddle of puke next to Mingyu. 

“Yes, please”, Mingyu begged, suddenly realizing how nauseous the smell of his vomit made him. He didn’t want to throw up again.

“Let’s put your shoes back on”, Minghao said and Mingyu frowned before remembering that the ride attendants had told him to take them off in case they flew off.  

“Okay, one, two, three”, Jeonghan counted down and together he and Minghao tried to pull Mingyu to his feet. Tried being the operative word. Neither of the two were really built strong enough to help a completely helpless Mingyu up. The moment he tried pushing himself up, he felt a wave of vertigo wash over him and he collapsed forward to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground. At least he was further away from the puke now but everything was swirling.

“Hey, hey”, Seungcheol’s voice suddenly came next to his ear. “Mingyu-ah.” 

Mingyu didn’t know where his leader had come from but Mingyu desperately clutched at his shirt, trying to take deep breaths and not faint again. A cool cloth was placed over his neck which helped a lot.

“I … hyung”, he whispered, “everything’s spinning.”

“I know, I know”, Seungcheol mumbled. “Deep breaths.”

Mingyu followed his instructions until he was finally able to see without colorful swirls merging in his vision. 

“Can we try to get up again?”, Seungcheol asked after a moment, gently patting his back. “You’re probably too hot and dehydrated too. Jihoonie already took Vernonie with him to get you something to drink.”

Considering they were in Dallas in the middle of the day and the sun was glaring down at them, the leader was probably right. Mingyu nodded.

💎

This time with Seungcheol supporting his right and Minghao his left and the manager and Jeonghan having a hand on his back each, Minygu was slowly able to stagger to his feet, shuffle down the stairs to the waiting area and sit down on the closest bench where he hung his head between his knees to fight the last dregs of vertigo.

He knew that the other members were watching him in worry and he saw Seungkwan and Seokmin clutching Jun and Hoshi respectively. He stared down at the dusty ground with Minghao keeping a gentle hand on his shoulder, while Jeonghan and Seungcheol stepped aside to discuss filming with the managers.

“Hey, kiddo.” A bottle of sports drinks appeared in Mingyu’s vision and he looked up to see Jihoon crookedly smile at him. “Drink something.” “Thanks, hyung”, he mumbled, taking the already opened bottle from the elder’s hand and drinking a few sips. Already he felt the dizziness dissipate.

“Do you feel better?”, Seungcheol asked a few minutes later, “if you don’t, one of the managers can drive you back to the hotel. I’m sure Shua, Wonwoo and Dino will spoil you to death there.”

“Actually, I feel fine”, Mingyu replied, surprising even himself. 

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly”, Mingyu assured him, “I think I really was just dehydrated. I want to stay.”

“Alright. Let us know if you feel worse again. No more rides for you.”

“But hyuuuung.”

Notes: Based on this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6h8sbQ45J5A and my experience of my vision going black due to too much pressure on a rollercoaster once, though I didn't really pass out. It was kinda weird, because I once rode a rollercoaster twelve times in an hour but then the next one did me in.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Sicktember 2024

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Vertigo - Allison Kerry/Amanda Young

A/N: Here's Day 6 of @sicktember

Amanda pauses when she hears Allison stumble. Allison has been clearly struggling with dizziness turning into more, into vertigo, for a while, but she hadn’t expected it to get this bad. When Allison finally folds into herself Amanda is quick to pick her up, carry her away, higher into the woods she’d been hiding in. Amanda will go missing, as will Allison, but Allison will heal as Amanda watches her rest. It is more than enough for Amanda, who had never expected Allison to chase her so loyally, their love mixed into a dangerous game of cat and mouse until now. Now, finally, they can be together and rest.

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 6

#6- Dizziness/Vertigo

“Whoa!” May stumbled to the side and bumped into the bottom corner of a one of her favourite pictures of all five Parkers before life struck and they were thrust into the life of a family of three. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she fumbled and tried to stop it from falling, but no such luck.

“May?” Peter called out as he stepped out of his bedroom to the sound of glass breaking. “Are you o—?” He saw her leaning against the wall, clutching her now tender elbow and rushed toward her. “May?! What happened?”

“STOP!” No way was May letting Peter get cut because of her clumsiness. She put her hand out to stop Peter’s advance before he could get hurt. “Don’t come out here! There’s glass everywhere and you’re barefoot! Now please, let me take a breath and then I’ll get this taken care of.”  

Peter’s brow furrowed in concern and confusion. “Take a breath? May?” Peter noted that she looked more than a little pale. Something was wrong, and he didn’t need his spidey-senses to tell him that. “Did the glass cut you? Are you hurt?”

And he also didn’t need his spidey-senses to tell him that she was upset with herself. Her answer came in the form of a clenched jaw and an angry headshake ‘no.’

“Just—how’s about you take that breath while you stay put? I’m in a better spot to take care of this anyways...” He held his own while he waited to see what she’d do, then ran back to his room to grab his ratty sneakers once he saw that she was deferring to him. “You’re awesome, May!” he called back to her, “I’ll get this, easy peasy! You keep staying there!”

No reply came back, only a frustrated sigh as Peter threw on his shoes then tiptoed through the shards of glass to the kitchen. He quickly pulled out the small lined garbage can from under the sink before heading to the tiny utility closet in the kitchen to collect the broom and dustpan. “I think I got what I need,” he announced as he brought it to the hallway, “so let me get the worst of it, then I’ll grab your shoes for you, okay?”

May was still leaned heavily against the wall, eyes closed. “Sounds like a plan,” she said weakly, then waited patiently as Peter did a cursory cleaning up of the mess.

Peter tried not to be nervous about May’s strange behaviour, but something wasn’t jiving and he didn’t know how to bring it up. After a minute or so, though, he announced, “Et voila!” as he dumped the last of the glass into the bin. “Now give me a sec to get your shoes and—” Peter leaned the broom and dustpan against the wall to do a more thorough pass over once May was safe and shoed up, then went to rifle through the messy pile of shoes at the door. The flip flops May used to take the garbage to the disposal chute at the end of the hallway had to be there somewhere, he hoped. Simplicity was the key in moments like this.

“Peter?” May called out to him, suddenly sounding distressed.

 “May?” Peter peeked around the corner as she tilted over, “Shit!” He tossed the shoes away and caught her before she could tumble down to the floor. Never more grateful for his powers than he was in that moment, Peter shifted a little in order to gather his Aunt May up and carry her safely to the couch. “I’ve gotcha, May. Hang on for me... just hang on.”

May’s eyes were closed again by the time he’d laid her down, but she definitely hadn't lost consciousness. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she soothed, “I’m fine—I promise—I’m fine.”

Her calm tone and words did nothing for Peter as he interrupted, “You’re not fine, May. How can you even pretend when you obviously fell into the wall—and if I hadn’t been home, you’d be picking glass out of your feet and everywhere right now—if you even could! You could have hit your head or needed stitches or... I don’t even know what could have happened!”

May inhaled deep and opened her eyes. “Peter. Calm down,” she looked to Peter, a mix of concern and sternness. “I need you to listen to me.”

She paused and waited for Peter to do exactly that before she continued. “I said I’m fine and I meant it. It’s just some vertigo, but I’ve already called and gotten an appointment with my doctor for next Friday afternoon. I’m taking care of it.” She made sure he was still paying attention. “I’ll go see her, she’ll check things out, she’ll tell me it’s some weird inner ear thing, and everything will be fine. Are we clear?”

Peter whined and seated himself precariously at her side. “Why do you keep saying fine?—In fact, please, I’m begging of you to stop saying fine.” Peter then glared, “You know what I think when you use the word ‘fine.’”

And May glared right back. “Of course, I do! It’s the same thing I think of it every time I hear you use it, smart ass.” She playfully shoved him off the couch. “Now, give me a second for this to pass and I’ll order us some dinner. I’m feeling like a tonight’s a pizza night, agreed?”

Peter nodded as he stood and brushed himself off. “Agreed, but I can order it, just let me finish cleaning this up first.” Peter moved over to the hallway again, keeping an eye on May as he snapped up the broom to give the floor a second, better sweep to be sure he hadn’t missed anything. He did a quick spot check, looking out for any larger shards that might have escaped his notice when he caught sight of the corner of a picture frame peeking out from the doorway to May’s bedroom. Peter bent to pick it up, sure to keep it flat to prevent any of the glass from spreading any further. “Geez, May!” he called out to her, “If you’d wanted to get rid of my pictures, all you had to do was—” Peter’s attempt at levity stopped short when he caught sight of the picture that had fallen.

“Peter? Are you okay?”

Peter couldn’t answer. All the words he wanted to say were too stuck in his throat.

“Honey?” The silence was maddening, “Sweetheart?” May sat up faster than she should have then stood, taking only a moment to find a precarious balance using the arm of the couch. “Peter?” She caught sight of him right away, obviously, Peter stood there, staring solemnly at the damaged frame in his hand. “Oh.” What else could she say? She needed to make this right. “I’ll head to the thrift store tomorrow and find a new frame, alright? It’ll be back on the wall before you’re home from school tomorrow. I promise.”

Peter turned and stared at her in disbelief, tears brimming in his eyes. “May? Do you really think I’m worried about the frame?”

It was May’s turn to fall silent.

“I’m sorry, May, but everyone in this picture is gone—and what do you always say? ‘It’s just me and you?’” He chewed at his lip for a few seconds, “What if something really is wrong? What if it’s a stroke or a tumor or—” tears fell faster than Peter could swipe them away. He had to take a moment before he could speak again. “I can’t—” He inhaled deep then started again, “I can’t lose you, too, May. I just can’t!”

May reached out to take the photo reverently from his hands and placed it gently on the end table, then pulled her nephew into a frighteningly tight grip, “You listen here, Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going anywhere. I will call my doctor’s office first thing in the morning and get them to put me on a cancellation list, okay? If it gets any worse, I’ll sneak into the ER and get one of the doctors to order some tests, even though you know that my boss will give me grief—” She pressed kiss to his cheek and whispered fiercely into his ear. “I will do anything I can to be here with you, okay? But, for now, I can only do what I can do.”  

Peter nodded as her burrowed his face into her neck and hugged her as tight as he dared, then stilled. “Hang on!” He pulled back just enough to see May’s face as he grinned big, “I know you can only do what you can do, but what if I can do something you can’t?!” Peter face twisted in thought, then he revised, “Well, I mean, you could do it too if you wanted to, but you won’t...”

Now she was concerned, “Peter? What are you thinking of?”

He smiled big and wiped the last of the tears from his face and gave her one last hug before releasing her. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I do!”

“Perfect! Then let me do this because I love you, okay? Because I need you safe?”

Her concern morphed to confusion. “Okay?”

Peter did his awkward fist pump thing, “Yesss!” He did a little happy dance, then bolted for his bedroom—only to stop short as glass crunched underfoot. He stared down at the floor. “Oh—maybe I’ll just give this that second sweeping first?”

May just chuckled and wondered what she was getting herself into.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After Peter ushered her back to the couch, he got to work taking care of the last of May’s mess, then put the garbage bin back under the sink and supplies back where they belonged. He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then wiped then dry on the back of his shirt as he came to join her on the couch. He exhaled slow, then Peter reached back and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket.

“Peter?”

Peter offered up a crooked grin as he took hold of her hand with one hand and unlocked his cell with the other.

“Peter? What are you doing?”

Peter thumbed his way into his contacts, squeezed her hand not too tight, then pressed the top contact on the list.

“Peter. No.”

“Peter. Yes,” Peter replied as he listened to the call connect. “You said you trust me, right?”

“Of course I do!” May exclaimed.

“Good, then you’ll let me do—”

“Hey, kid? Don’t tell me. You’re out on patrol and you need one of the suits to get another parrot out of a tree?”

Peter let go of May’s hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close instead. “Ha ha, Mr. Stark! You’re hilarious. No, I don’t need a suit, but—if it’s not too much of a bother—” Peter clamped his mouth shut in surprise. It had never been easy to ask anything of the man, and they were just at the beginning of their ‘relationship?’ but for May, he could be brave. “Um, you see...” Peter drew in a big breath, “something’s going on with May and I’m wondering if she could come see one of the doctors at the tower, like, soon?”

Mr. Stark must have heard the urgency in Peter’s voice because he simply replied, “Anything for my favourite Parkers, kid.”

His voice shook with relief as he replied, “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

And then it was May’s turn to pull out of Peter’s arm and wrap him in her own as she heard Mr. Stark ask if he’d be able to talk to May for a minute.

With Peter’s lips pressed tightly and his chin quivering, he could only answer, “m-hm,” then tuck his face into May’s neck as she gently pulled the phone from his hands.

May took a deep breath of her own, realizing the gravity of the last twenty minutes, and then put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Tony...”

[mosspapi]

Bruh my symptoms r all over the fuckin place the last few days and I am Losing It. Someone kill me

[lagomoz]

Proseka headcanons

-as rui’s childhood friend, nene has extensive fire safety knowledge

-shizuku is adopted, hence why she looks so different from shiho. she was adopted shortly before the moon rabbit event and it contributed to her clinginess

-shiho forgets this fact sometimes. she’ll casually mention something like shizuku got all mom’s good genes so unfair and ichika has to be. um. shiho

-kanade is mildly nearsighted/myopic but spends so much time at her computer she hasn’t noticed

-emu is buff. she climbs multiple stories without breaking a sweat and is canonically part of the swimming, handball and rhythmic gymnastic clubs, you can’t tell me she doesn’t have some muscle

-saki helps out as a human notepad for tsukasa, reminding of him things he would otherwise forget within 5 minutes

-the vocaloids also help. at first it was unnerving to have hatsune miku be an extension of his psyche that knows his darkest secret (stole saki’s candy when he was 6) but now his phone has a more reliable catgirl themed reminder system

-you know that classic nightmare of leaving the house without pants? tsukasa has legitimately done that as a kid. he forgor. (saki will never let him live it down)

-in the kamiyama student council/hall monitor room, an has put up at sign saying “_ days since last kamishiro incident”

-the shinonome siblings both figured out the other one was gay before they figured it out about themselves

-airi’s great at trivia from her time as a variety show star. she still can’t beat minori at idol trivia, though

-ena keeps a diary with fort knox level security. try to read it and you’ll lose a finger

-saki learned to crochet from the old ladies in the hospital

-shiho’s most treasured phenny is a somewhat lumpy crocheted phenny holding a very lumpy crocheted bass guitar

-tsukasa snores. he falls asleep in 10 seconds and sounds like a dying lawnmower

-mizuki has learned a small bit of french from their sister and uses it exclusively to teach rui and an how to swear in french

-emu still celebrates her grandfather’s birthday, even if he’s not there to celebrate with her

-ena is allergic to dogs, the middle point to airi’s cat allergy and akito’s dog phobia

-rui has various small scars from his experiments over the years, but nobody ever believes the real causes (rocket launcher, robot bite, exploding balloon animal, etc.) so he just makes up a new cause every time someone asks

-mmj! has had repeated incidents of minori and airi’s little siblings walking into frame when streaming at their houses. shiho understands the concept of a livestream but has still been caught failing at creeping past like that one new broadcast of the guy crawling along the floor

-kanade has pots & eds, this one I have a reason for look at her symptoms. chronic exhaustion, heat and cold intolerance, comorbid sleep issues and depression, dizziness when standing up, fainting after standing up, very pale skin, family history of medical issues, pain at normal physical activities, exercise intolerance, vertigo at mild exertion, she just fucking dies during the entire baseball event, I could go on. she canonically gets pain in her hands from opening a jar girl that is not just being out of shape that is physical disability. this one I will go conspiracy board on listen to me I’m right

-kohane ate bugs as a kid. an is horrified, toya is confused, akito is impressed

-ena and airi got in trouble in middle school because they’d keep starting fist fights in defense of the others honor. if they saw the other in a fight they’d jump in guns blazing no hesitation no questions ask ready to throw the fuck down

-vbs!rin and len were given a skateboard by an and then promptly had the skateboard confiscated by meiko for property destruction

-haruka is horrible with slang. she asks the stream chat what poggers means and immediately uses it completely wrong, killing all viewers on impact

-minori is torn between thinking it’s cute and wanting to die

-toya has been banned from arcades before because he made them lose too much money/they suspected he was cheating

-ena brought kanade over for girls night and nearly scared akito half to death because he went down to get a late night snack and there was some Ghastly Creature looming in his kitchen

-kohane's parents stick out like a sore thumb when going to her live shows. it mortifies her that everyone on vivid street can recognize them as the only milquetoast middle aged couple dressed in normal clothes loudly going YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE that don't know the first thing about music

-minori knows basic programming. she mostly uses it for forums, blogs, html, other web design things usually related to idols as a hobby, but she's become the groups designated anti-shizuku tech support

-mafuyu has always been able to see ghosts but after adults figured she was just playing pretend as a kid so she shrugged and figured it was normal and not worth bringing up again

-honami has one of those massive extended families and somehow keeps track of them all. at any given time cousin #57 can crawl out of the woodwork and she remembers their new job, favorite food, past three romantic relationships and list of allergic reactions

-mizuki does doll customizing as a hobby. they prefer making human sized clothes, but it's fun to make them miniature too. they've introduced shizuku to it and she loves it, but doesn't have the heart to do anything that would hurt the doll (sawing limbs off, dunking them in boiling water, shoving wires in them, etc.)

[sicktember]

Sicktember 2024 Prompt-Based Resources to Help You Get Started! 💚

**Sicktember 2023 prompt-based resources can be found [Here]

Hangovers

What is a hangover [niaaa.nih.gov]

15 hangover horror stories [buzzfeed.com]

7 ways to cure your hangover [health.harvard.edu]

How to Write a Drunk Character [allwritealright.com]

Over Indulgence

Dealing with Food hangovers [health.usnews.com]

4 Ways to Stop Digestive Discomfort  [michiganmedicine.org]

I Ate Too Much. Now What Do I Do? [osfhealthcare.org]

Is It Possible… Stomach Explode? [popsci.com]

Campus/Con Crud

Crushing the Campus Crud [hercampus.com]

So What is Con Crud  [granitcon.com]

Coming Down With the Crud  [bmhsc.org]

Rogue Organs

What Is Appendicitis? [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Gallbladder Removal [nhs.uk]

Tonsillectomy [mayoclinic.org]

Spleen Problems and Removal [nhs.uk]

Dizziness/Vertigo

Understanding Vertigo [on.bluecross.ca]

Types of Vertigo [acare.abbott.com]

Dizziness vs. Vertigo [cornerstonephsio.com]

Medieval Treatment

Medicine in the Middle Ages [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

6 Medieval Medical Practices [guavahealth.com]

Healing Power of Maggots/Leeches (Modern) [mountainview-hospital.com]

When Medicine was Humorous [merryfarmer.wordpress.com]

Mononucleosis

About Mono [cdc.gov]

Mono For Teens [kidshealth.org]

How to Test for Mono [mountsinai.org]

Sick People Food

What People Around the World Eat When Sick [businessinsider.com]

Sick Day Foods Across the Globe  [nyubiteclub.com]

8 Best Foods to Eat When Feeling Sick [forbes.com]

Toxin/Poison

Poisons and Toxins [sciencelearn.org]

Poisoning. What The Doctors Do [thedoctorwillseeyounow.com]

Common HouseHold Poisons [cincinnatichildrens.org]

FAQs Carbon Monoxide Poisoning [cdc.gov]

Brain Fog/Spaced Out

What is Brain Fog [everydayhealth.com]

Understanding Brain Fog [henryford.com]

Causes of Zoning Out [verywellhealth.com]

Aches And Pains

What Causes Body Aches When Sick? [uclahealth.org]

5 Tips For Writing About Physical Pain [louiseharnbyproofreader.com]

Hypochondriac tendencies

Illness Anxiety Disorder [my.clevelandclinic.org]

Signs You May be a hypochondriac [centerforanxietydisorders.com]

10 Health Anxiety Myths  [happiful.com]

How To Write Anxiety [writerscookbook.com]

Anaphylactic Response

What is Anaphylaxis  [betterhealth.vic.gov.au]

Anaphylactic Shock: What You Need to Know [healthline.com]

Waiting Rooms

What happens in the emergency department [advocatehealth.com]

Triage and Emergency Assessment  [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

Setting Description: Emergency Waiting Room [writershelpingwriters.net]

Summer Flu

Can You Get the Flu in the Summer? [verywellhealth.com]

Leisure Sickness  [avogel.ca]

Catching a Cold When It’s Warm [newsinhealth.nih.gov]

Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest

Types of Heart Attacks [www.healthline.com]

Common Heart Conditions [summahealth.org]

What Does a Heart Attack Feel Like? [health.clevelandclinic.org]

How to Describe a Heart Attack in a Story [writingtipsoasis.com]

Pulling a Ferris Bueller

Define Pulling a Ferris Bueller [urbandictionary.com]

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Summary [gradesaver.com]

10 Things Ferris Bueller Taught Us [dailyedge.ie]

A Note From the Mods [Tumblr Post]

Sick While Traveling

Take Steps to Stay Healthy While Traveling [cdc.gov]

Motion Sickness [sciencefocus.com]

How to Remove Vomit From Car Interior [wikihow.com]

Sick on Vacation Tips [apartmenttherapy.com]

Hospital Bed

How to Write a Hospital Scene [writersdigest.com]

Hospital Bed Components & Safety [robsonforensic.com]

9 Way to Help When Someone is Hospitalized [upstate.edu]

First Aid Kit

Make a First Aid Kit [redcross.org]

Travelers First Aid Kit [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Health Plan and First Aid for College [uh.edu]

Flushed Cheeks

Causes of Facial Flushing [verywellhealth.com]

What Can Cause Flushed Skin?  [medicalnewstoday.com]

Doctor's Note

Obtaining a Dr Note for Work [inhersight.com]

How to Get A Dr. Note for School  [solvhealth.com]

[whumperwithwings]

Sicktember Day 6

Dizziness/Vertigo

"So, Whumpee, any plans this weekend?" Caretaker asked, with a wide grin on their face. "Me, I'm planning to head upstate to visit my brother. It's been a while since we... Whumpee?"

Whumpee was a few paces behind Caretaker, slumped over the brick wall next to them with a pale face. Their blank stare was pointed at the ground as opposed to Caretaker, though it looked like they were staring right through it.

"Whumpee? You good?"

"Yeah. What were you saying about your brother?"

[shadowdoodles]

Day 6 and 16 of Sicktember!

With the Prompts: Dizziness/Vertigo ; Toxin/Poison.

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Fanfic: The poison in your blood

[shion-yu]

Sicktember 2024 Masterpost

Completed! :D

Day 1: "I'm not hungover, I'm just sick." (Cliff, Phoenix)

Day 2: Overindulgence (Alex, Ryo)

Day 3: Campus Crud (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 4: “Great, I got a cold for my birthday.” (Alex, Shu)

Day 5: Rogue Organ (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie (Alex, Ryo)

Day 8: Hospital Bed (alt) (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient (Alex, Ryo)

Day 10: The Sniffles (Alex, Ryo, Cliff, Elliot)

Day 11: Medieval Treatment (Rey, Felix)

Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up.” (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 13: Mononucleosis (Shu, Mathias)

Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 15: “Who decided soup is sick people food?” (Al, Theo)

Day 16: Toxin/Poison (Rey, Felix)

Day 17: Brain Fog (Cliff, Shu)

Day 18: My body is one big ache (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 19: “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” (alt) (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 20: Medication Bribery (Al, Theo)

Day 21: Anaphylactic Response (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 22: "You didn't use my cup, did you?" (Elliot, Alex)

Day 23: Under a Spell (Julian, Shu, RATED M)

Day 24: Tales from the Waiting Room (Cliff, Elliot)

Day 25: Summer Flu (Shu, Alex)

Day 26: Cardiac Arrest (Shu, Alex)

Day 27: This is non negotiable (Alex, Ryo)

Day 28: Pulling a Ferris Bueller (Rey, Felix)

Day 29: Sick on a Road Trip (Al, Theo)

Day 30: Contagion

[stripedstarsblueflags]

for the hurt/comfort dialogue game - 6 and 21 for sargebon :)

MY FIRST PROMPT!! im so excited!

may have gotten a little carried away with this just a little. no beta we die like fourth of july at silverstone. TW for mental health

“Did you miss me?”/“You’re a terrible liar.”

When Alex emerges onto the roof deck of the hotel, he almost expects Logan to not be there.

Not that he thinks Logan would lie to him. But when Logan had finally picked up the phone after a day of missed calls and one-sided texts, the conversation hadn’t started well.

”What,” he’d snapped on the second ring. “This better be good. If you call me one more time I’m blocking you.”

Alex had been taken aback, flinching in place like a chastised kid. Logan’s tone was defensive, nearly a snarl; all the menace was aimed at Alex, but Alex had still felt more worry than fear. He’d seen Logan once since the crash, on his way back from medical. And then nothing.

”You didn’t answer me,” he’d said after a delayed moment. “I was worried about you. I didn’t see you since the cr– since practice. I was freaking out, okay?”

Logan a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. “You saw me get out of the car. I got cleared by medical in, like, two minutes. There are probably ninety people who could’ve told you I was fine.”

And Alex had bitten his lip against the sudden urge to yell into the phone, because that wasn’t fair. His pent-up frustration and fear and distress wasn’t Logan’s fault.

Instead he’d looked around his empty hotel room, paranoia coiling around his spine, and lowered his voice: “James barely even talked to you. Why would I trust anyone there if you were actually fine or not? The way they didn’t let me see you?”

”Wait, when?”

”All day! Jon was practically yelling at me!” Alex did shout then. He didn’t mean to, but the words tumbled out of his mouth with heavy and unrelenting force, like a weight he could barely lift. He took a shaky breath and closed his eyes, willing Logan not to hang up. “I just wanted to see,” Alex tries, then his voice was too quiet. He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to see for myself if you were okay because, Logan… it looked bad. Really bad.”

Logan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, static crackling through the speaker. “It wasn’t that bad,” he mumbles. “I walked it off.”

”Don’t try that with me,” Alex said. “I can hear it in your voice.”

”You don’t hear shit,” Logan retorted, but there was no heat behind his voice at all. He just sounded tired, and in pain.

Alex ignored the weak deflection. “Where are you right now?” he asked. “I know it’s late, but–”

”I’m on the roof,” Logan had told him, and that in and of itself was surprising. That Logan would answer him so quickly, and without any snark or rebuttal. That he’d answer at all. Alex thinks of the endless weeks of summer break, the endless silence between them.

”Okay,” he said. “Wait a minute, I just need to get something warmer on.”

The roof deck is large, with sweeping canopies and dead firepits, so many couches and chairs that in the dark he feels like he’s in a cushioned maze. Still, it’s almost completely empty, so it doesn’t take long to find Logan.

Alex joins him at the railing, panes of glass separating them from the dizzying drop below. He takes one look over the side and his stomach rolls; the glittering city lights and streaking cars blur together in a smear of vertigo. He white-knuckles the railing.

Logan had been impossible to read when Alex first joined him, but as Alex stumbles he reaches out and puts a steadying hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Woah there,” he says. “You can’t go over the edge, you’ve got a race tomorrow.”

His words sound like they should hold something sharp– resentment, jealousy, some bitter and unforgiving edge. But instead his eyes are smiling and he’s laughing around his words. The glow from the city underneath paints one half of his face in gentle gold, the rest of it purple from the nighttime shadows. His hair is wild from the wind, whipping around his eyes. He takes his hand off Alex’s shoulder to push his bangs away from his face.

Alex is wishing he’d worn something with a hood. The wind stings his cheeks and makes his eyes water. He shuffles forward, curling his shoulders in, and manages to put his hands back on the railing without collapsing. “Wind’s still crazy,” he mutters.

”You didn’t have to come up here.”

”No, no,” Alex backtracks, all but stuttering. “I wanted to be here.” He hears the desperation in his own voice, the eagerness to contradict, and cringes. Does he always have to sound so obvious?

Logan turns to face him. He has to lift one hand to the right side of his face to keep his hair back, and now his entire face is in shadow. Deep blue shadows hide his eyes. His lips look almost purple in the darkness. It makes Alex want to be closer just to see his face.

”What,” Logan begins, and Alex doesn’t see but hears the slant in his smile. The cocky way he tilts his head back, the way he lets his laughter slip into his voice. “You missed me that bad, huh?”

Alex is unexpectedly flustered. He looks away without meaning to, but that means he turns his eyes right into the gusting wind, and the stinging is sharp and immediate. “Ah,” he grimaces. “I can’t see.”

”You wouldn’t last a day in Miami.”

Alex is trying to protest that he’s lasted a day before, more than a day, admittedly without any storm activity on race weekends but his hastily formatted argument falls to pieces when Logan steps back to take off his hoodie.

His shirt rides up as he does it. Alex absolutely does not stare.

Logan tosses it at him. “Put this on,” he says. “I can’t talk to you while you’re losing a fight with the elements.”

Alex grumbles his protests but puts the hoodie on anyway. It’s warm with Logan’s body heat, a tender relief from the cold. It feels like being embraced. He sighs contentedly.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Logan taunts. “I’m gonna want that back.”

Alex pulls the hood up, and the sounds of the city at night fade away. The shrill rushing of the wind quiets and the clearest sound in the air is Logan’s voice.

“’ll give it back,” he promises. “Are you sure you’re okay, though?”

Logan tilts his head down and crosses his wrists over the bar. “I’m cleared to race tomorrow.”

”That doesn’t answer my question.”

”You’re not gonna let this go until I tell you, are you?”

“You know me too well.”

Logan scoffs, then closes his eyes like he’s given up. “There’s some bruising on my ribs and my shoulder that’ll take some time to heal. And I did something to my wrist getting out, but I can still steer, I’ll just ice it after the race.” He looks down at his right hand and turns it over, fingers curling slowly into a fist, then releasing. “That’s all.”

Alex waits.

“That’s all,” Logan insists. “I saw the footage. It looked worse than it was.”

“It looked pretty bad,” Alex whispers, and he doesn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper– a broken, unstable hush– but his voice won’t resolve. “I was scared.”

”I’m sorry.”

”Don’t be sorry.” Alex lays his hand over Logan’s outstretched wrist, and it shocks both of them.

Logan stares at Alex’s hand, lips parted, eyes still in shadow. Alex holds his breath, waiting to be shaken off, pushed, slapped. But Logan only stares.

Alex takes his other hand and slides it carefully under Logan’s, stabilizing the wrist. Alex has the sleeves of Logan’s hoodie halfway over his palms, but even through the fabric he can feel how cold Logan is. He steps closer.

“You didn’t get out of the car,” Alex says.

Logan tries to draw his hand away then, rolling his shoulders, but Alex doesn’t let him. He holds Logan’s hand tenderly but firmly, lacing their fingers together. Logan watches him do it without resistance, his face impossible to read, but his head is tilted just slightly in Alex’s direction.

”There was fire.”

”I got out.”

“Not when you should’ve. George told me. You just sat there. In the middle of the track. Burning…”

Logan squeezes his eyes shut, clenches and unclenches his jaw. “I didn’t know.”

”Logan, you’re a terrible liar.”

Logan lifts his head and looks steadily at the horizon, swallowing hard. As he turns back to the light, Alex can see the shine in his eyes. “You know,” he murmurs to the city. “Even before I hit the grass I knew, I just knew I was gonna lose it.” He pulls his free hand in and taps his fingers restlessly against the railing. “And then it all just–” he raises that arm and flings his hand out, miming a shunt. “It all just happened so quickly, I remember hitting the wall the first time and the car was in the air and I just thought, ‘This is it.’ This is the end.”

Alex tries to speak, but suddenly he can’t breathe. This is the end. He feels like razor blades are sinking into his throat, the concept whirlpooling in his head like the vertigo. He tries to close his eyes, it the burning afterglow of the city flashes behind his eyelids like fire. He holds Logan’s hand a bit tighter, needing to reassure himself that he’s actually there.

Logan winces, and Alex eases up a little. Logan doesn’t pull away.

“And then it wasn’t,” Logan continues. He pushes out the sentence in a stuttering breath, and the broken smile on his face clearly means he’s trying to laugh, but the sound is jolted and unnatural and he gives up. “And I just sat there like, No, this can’t be right. Like maybe I just had to wait for it.”

“No,” Alex chokes out. He looks at Logan through his tears, willing the other man to turn, to look at him, to give him the mercy of eye contact. He stares helplessly, but all he sees is Logan’s blurred profile. “Logan…”

Logan ducks his head again. “It wasn’t,” he mumbles. “I mean it wasn’t, like, over for me. I told you. I was fine.”

”If you’re waiting in a track when your car is on fire, you’re not fine,” Alex counters fiercely. It’s dark, but his tears are obvious in his voice, the way the words come out strangled an painful. He doesn’t care. “It wouldn’t just be the end for you. You know that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

Alex pulls his hand away so he can grab onto his hair, pulling in frustration. “You think we’d be fine?” he shouts. “You think everyone else would just move on after a fire like that? You think you can just leave?”

Logan finally turns to him then, but Alex isn’t done.

“We were scared. Fucking hell, you nearly gave George a heart attack. We thought something was wrong. We thought you weren’t gonna make it out!”

“But I did. It’s fine.”

“IT’S NOT FINE!”

Logan reaches out with his good hand and gingerly pulls Alex’s fingers out of his hair. Alex’s hands are shaking; Logan laces their fingers together, drapes their hands back over the railing. “Hey,” he whispers. “Calm down, okay? You sound like you care more than I do.”

“I think I do,” Alex spits out.

“Alex…”

“You can’t fucking leave.” It sounds like a demand, it sounds like a plea. And in a way it is; he’s begging Logan to understand, to show some regret, to somehow prove the danger is really over. “Please, Logan… it would kill me.”

Logan says nothing, just stares back. The wind ruffles his hair. He licks his lips.

”You can’t leave,” Alex insists. He’s repeating himself. He’s a broken record, but he can’t pull any more coherent thought together. The only thing that exists in his mind is the paralyzing urgency to make Logan understand. “Promise me that won’t happen again.”

Logan rolls his eyes. “That I won’t crash again?”

“You know what I mean.”

Logan looks down at their joined hands. “I don’t know why you care so much.”

It’s Alex’s turn to roll his eyes, putting as much exasperation in his heavy sigh as possible. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

Logan laughs bitterly. “What? You’re confusing me, man. You say you care, and then you’re yelling at me, you wanted to make sure I’m fine but you don’t believe me when I tell you I am? Like, jesus christ Alex, what do you want from m–”

Alex has heard enough. He steps forward and takes Logan in his arms.

Logan flinches at first, hands raising almost defensively, a shudder racking his body.

Alex is patient. Logan feels so cold and small in his arms; he’s never felt their height difference more. He runs his fingers through Logan’s hair.

Logan folds all at once, dropping his head onto Alex’s shoulder and staggering to the point where he almost topples them both. Alex stabilizes them as Logan grabs him around the ribs, hands crossed over the small of his back, holding too tight like he’s afraid Alex might let go at any moment.

Alex lets Logan hold him, hurt him. Logan’s shaking in his arms, hitching in breath, nearly choking. Alex holds him through it.

“I got you,” he soothes. “I got you. You’re not going anywhere.”

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: J-Hope/Hoseok (exhaustion)

Caregiver(s): Suga/Yoongi

Word Count: 517

The concert was going well. The crowd’s energy was electric. The lights, the dancing, the vocals, the warm evening breeze; everything was perfect.

But suddenly, everything was too much. 

One moment, J-Hope was having the time of his life on stage with Suga and RM. The minute they stepped off stage, though, Hoseok came crashing back into his body, and he felt off. Woozy. Shaky. Almost as if he were drunk. The world was pitching dangerously from side to side, as if they were on a ship in the middle of a storm. The lights were too bright one second, nearly gone the next. He could hear his own heart beating madly in his ears.

Too much. Too much. 

Hoseok stumbled off to a corner of the backstage, a step into the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. He collapsed against the wall, all but crumbling to the floor. He forced deep breaths in and out, in and out. The world kept tilting. Why is this happening? Even with his eyes closed, he felt so fiercely dizzy. What did I do wrong? Why am I…? Where am I…?

Two hands, sweaty and warm, cupped his equally sweaty face. Yoongi. “What’s wrong?” It wasn’t really a question, but an instruction.

“Dizzy,” Hoseok replied, keeping his focus on breathing in and out, in and out. One of Yoongi’s hands moved to Hoseok’s forehead and the dancer forced a laugh. “We just got off stage… You’re not gonna…”

“You’re right, I can’t feel a fever, but you are significantly more flushed than usual right now,” Yoongi replied, but he did pull both of his hands away. Hoseok blindly reached his own hands towards the older man, more of an opening of his palms than anything, and Yoongi grasped them tight. “You’re also frighteningly pale.” Hoseok nodded once. He wasn’t confident that opening his eyes would do either of them any good. “How long have you…?”

“Just started when we got off stage.”

“Hopefully just exhaustion then.” Hoseok nodded again. “Overstimulation. Maybe dehydration.”

“Probably.” The dancer squeezed Yoongi’s hands, and the older man felt his own chest constrict in sympathy. “Hyung, I feel so weird.”

Yoongi bit his lip. “I’m gonna go get some help, okay?”

Hoseok’s eyes opened in a flash. “Please don’t leave!” Even sitting against the ground, the dizziness was overwhelming, and he careened forward. Thankfully, Yoongi was waiting to catch him. 

“HELP!” Yoongi called towards the backstage area. “SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!” 

Hoseok’s eyes remained firmly shut as a swarm of movement exploded around him. He felt almost separate from his body, as if the sensations around him were happening to someone else. His body was moved, laid on its back against the cool, hard floor. Hands proded at him, pulled at his clothes, ice pushed against his neck. Namjoon’s voice weaved in and out, Jin’s voice herding Jimin and Jungkook away. 

The only real, true thing that anchored Hoseok to this moment was Yoongi’s hand in his. Yoongi never let go. Not once. And, as long as Hoseok kept asking him to, he never would.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Peter and The Nurse's Office by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated G | Chapers 1/6 | 5+1, Sick Peter Parker, Irondad

Summary: Peter spent all his time in the nurse's office before becoming Spider-Man. Afterwards, not so much, but he still had his moments. According to May, those moments had the worst timing because they always seemed to take place while she was working a long shift. Enter Mr. Stark.

OR

5 times Mr. Stark needed to pick Peter up from the nurse's office and 1 time Peter faked it.

Sicktember 2024 Prompts: 6 Dizziness/Vertigo 15 Who decided [plain, dry saltine crackers] are sick people's food? 16 Poison/Toxin Alt 5 Doctor’s Note

Cozytober 2024 Prompts: 29 Sick Day/Nurse's Office 8 Pumpkin coffee Alt 4 "Thanks for putting up with me."

[biolizardboils]

Presenting, for possibly the first time anywhere on the entire Internet... the Official 3-D Hypno-Ring instruction manual!

Transcription and extra notes under the cut!

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OFFICIAL 3-D Hypno-Ring™ Instruction Manual

WARNING: Improper use of this ring may result in irreversible mental disturbances and severe psychological trauma. Keep out of reach of mad scientists and evil geniuses.

©1997 The Li’l Wiseguy Novelty Co.

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⚡ WELCOME to the WONDERFUL WORLD of HYPNOSIS! ⚡

In this booklet, you’ll learn how to use your new 3-D Hypno-Ring to amaze your friends, control your enemies, and rule the world!

[NOTE: This ring is for entertainment purposes only. The Li’l Wiseguy Novelty Company hereby disclaims all responsibility for any global conquests which may result from the use or misuse of the 3-D Hypno-Ring.]

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INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Put the 3-D Hypno-Ring on your finger—DANGER: DO NOT STARE DIRECTLY INTO THE RING! 2. Ask a friend to stare directly into the ring. 3. Slowly move the ring back and forth. 4. Instruct your friend to stare deeper and deeper into the ring. Say the word “deeper” over and over again, very slowly.

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5 [sic] Tell your friend that he or she is getting very sleepy. Say the words “very sleepy” again and again, slower and slower. 6. When your friend closes his or her eyes, say these words: “You are under my spell. When I snap my fingers, you will obey my every command!” 7. Now have some fun! Turn them into a dog...or a banana. Tell them to do all your homework from now on...

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...or make ‘em clean your room. Use your imagination- it’s fun! 8. [sic] To safely bring a person out of a trance, just snap your fingers, then give them a hug.

DO NOT POUR WATER ON THEIR HEADS!

[DANGER: The 3-D Hypno Ring [sic] may have an opposite effect on adult females. Who knew?]

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Caution: The 3-D Hypno Ring may cause headaches, nausea, runny nose, diaper rash, watery eyes, post-nasal drip, upset stomach, nervousness, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, increased appetite, hiccups, hives, tunnel vision, projectile diarrhea, gingivitis, temporary hallucinations, irreversible brain damage, halitosis, fever, dizziness, excessive hair growth on the shoulders and upper back, sore throat, coughing, interest in yoga, pink-eye, tennis elbow, runner’s knee, athlete’s foot, bowler’s belly, pitcher’s mound, secretaries’ day, author’s misanthropism, dejà vu...

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...dejà vu, stiffness in joints, stubbed toes, weeping, gnashing of teeth, drooling, snoring, severe belching and flatulence, vertigo, receding hairline, dandruff, ring-around-the-collar, stuffy nose, sneezing, tingling in extremities, achy-breaky heart, stinky-winky feet, split ends, profuse sweating, an uncontrollable urge to watch Bette Midler movies, paranoia, ingrown toenails, and/or chapped lips.

It’s Fun for the Whole Family!

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WARNING!!!

Whatever you do, don’t pour water on anybody’s head while they are in a trance! This will cause the hypnotized person to slip back and forth from trance to reality whenever they hear the sound of fingers snapping.

TM &© 2001 Day [sic] Pilkey

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Notes:

This thing is 4 pages longer than I expected (including the front and back “covers”)?? To think that this vital statistic went undocumented for so long...

The 2001 copyright date on the package sticker has been visible in photos for years; despite this, I’ve hesitated on pinning this as the Ring’s production date. The mention of the Works-Opposite-On-Women thing makes me more confident that the manual, at least, was added to the package in 2001, perhaps close to or after Book 5 dropped that August. (I’d still say the Ring itself is still up in the air, given the multiple claims of it being given out as early as 1997. Which brings up some more questions: Did those early Rings come with a different manual and sticker, or none at all?)

Speaking of the Works-Opposite-On-Women thing, the wording of “may” kills me fghjf. It’s like the Company found this glaring malfunction during testing and went “oh well, off to mass production!” No wonder they got shut down lol

The back cover looks exactly as it appeared in Book 1, down to the sentence breaks! The only addition is the copyright info on the right side.

I’ve been laughing at “Day Pilkey” for 20 minutes now lol. I thought of correcting all the typos in my transcription, but they’re cute to me so I left them in

Somehow it never occurred to me that Dav himself might’ve written this manual. The long list of silly side-effects is a big giveaway. There’s little guarantee he’ll remember the answer after all this time, but it’s a question I’ll be keeping in mind just in case.

The Ring itself is so tiny that I’m scared to wear it fhgjghj, it might get stuck past my knuckle or even break! Also I can’t snap my fingers so it’s not like I could use it anyway

Besides the Black Lenticular Spiral/Red Light-Up Spiral thing, there’s another small difference between this Ring and the Movie-era one. This one has “3-D” printed vertically on its shoulders and “Hypno-Ring” printed horizontally on its halo; the Movie one has the full name on its halo, minus the hyphen between 3 and D. (Look up “ring anatomy” if that sentence doesn’t make sense.)

The package is resealable, so I’ve put everything back in. I’ll be storing it in the little plastic chest I keep my first-edition CU books in, away from excess heat, excess light, and—most importantly—the wrong hands!

I’ve been waiting 20 years to get my hands on this thing. (Well, okay, first I stewed about it for about 1-3 years as a kid, then forgot about it for 11, then suddenly remembered it and stewed for 6 more, but you get this gist.) It’s nuts to finally hold it in my hands, let alone be the first to preserve a piece of it. Let this be a lesson to all: no matter how long it takes or how silly it is, your personal Holy Grail still exists for the taking... though it might cost over 40 bucks!

[tastydoge]

Last month, I participated in Sicktember!

I wrote 27 fanfictions total in the Don't Starve fandom. It took me about three months to write them all, and I'm still missing three days. It was really hard and time consuming, and I lost a lot of sleep for it, but it was fun.

I put them all into a series for ease of access, and here's a link to that:

Below the cut are links to all of the individual fics w/ their prompts & the involved characters. Hope you find something you like!

Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa) - Woodlegs

Day 2: Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence - Webber & Wanda

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud - Wanda/Wickerbottom

Day 4: “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Maxwell

Day 5: Rouge Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…) Alt 5: Doctor’s Note - Winona/Genny

Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo - Wheeler

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie - Wilson/WX-78

Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!” - Wickerbottom & The Kids

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Wigfrid/Wes

Day 10: The Sniffles ™ - WX-78/Wilson

Day 11: Medieval Treatment - Wonkey

Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung” - Wolfgang

Day 13: Mononucleosis Alt 4: Flushed Cheeks - Wormwood

Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Walter & Woodie

Day 15: "Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Warly & Woodie

Day 16: Toxin/Poison - Wilson/WX-78

Day 17: Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Wilba

Day 18: “My whole body is one big ache.” - Wendy & Maxwell

Day 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies - Wigfrd

Day 20: Medication Bribery - Wurt & WX-78

Day 21: Anaphylactic Response Alt. 3: First Aid Kit - Walani

Day 22: “You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Reader & Maxwell

Day 23: Under a Spell - Wortox & Willow

Day 24: Tales From the Waiting Room - Woodie

Day 25: Summer Flu - Wendy & Wigfrid

Day 26: Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest Alt 1: Hospital Bed - Wagstaff & WX-78

Day 27: incomplete

Day 28: incomplete

Day 29: Sick on a Road Trip - Willow

Day 30: Past Prompt of Your Choice! - incomplete

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

it's not the fall (it's the getting up)

by skarmoree Heights had never scared Nightwing. (They don't, but he falls sometimes.) Sicktember 2024 / day 6 - vertigo/dizziness Words: 1441, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of skarmoree's sicktember 2024 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Sicktember 2024, Sickfic, Vertigo - Freeform, head injuries leave a mark lol, Batfamily (DCU), Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Bruce Wayne is Batman via https://ift.tt/y3gPG5u

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Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Ichijou Mikumo | Kay Faraday & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe, Mutou Touko | Karin Jenson, Mutou Touko | Florence Niedler, Mikagami Hakari | Justine Courtney, Mikagami Hakari | Verity Gavèlle Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sicktember, Sicktember 2024, Leisure Sickness, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Miles Edgeworth, AAI1&2 Spoilers, Like seriously this takes place after the second game's ending, Tagging this was a nightmare by the way, Author Uses The Official English Names, (tagging is just for filtering's sake), Miles & the whole AAI Cast!, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, as is customary with a Miles Fic, tagged characters have speaking parts but eustace and eddie are like... around

Summary:

After several long, crazy weeks running from crime scene to crime scene, a newly reinstated and reinvigorated Miles Edgeworth finally feels as though he can breathe a much-needed sigh of relief. Life, as always, has other plans. This time, though, he doesn't have to face them alone.

Written for Sicktember 2024 Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

Please read my closing author's notes on why I will no longer be supporting the Sicktember event, and withdrawing my fills from the collection in protest.

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