#Flu Throat Lozenges

[ballowvalence]

getting sick is the fucking worst, holy shit.

i woke up this morning feeling as bad as i did yesterday, and then i started feeling tolerable, but i sat at my PC for like an hour and now i feel like i'm dying again.

time to lie down for the seven millionth time the past three days. i love being horizontal but the love of god i just wanna do some writing. i just wanna WRITE SOME JANACK. fuck.

[monzamash]

Hiya Cate! For the Lando drabbles, could I request

“Don’t feel like it today.”

Love you! 💜

lando norris x reader short blurb, needy lando fluff a/n - love you too, mar 💖 sorry this took so long!

"don't feel like it today."

lando flopped onto his drivers room bed, hands rubbing at his swollen face. everything ached, he said – his nose, head, throat, chest – everything and all you could do was soothe him through whatever sickness he'd caught over the last week.

"the tablets should kick in soon, baby. just lay down for a bit."

"but i'm laying and it still hurts," he grumbled, eyes shut as he sniffled for the millionth time, "feels like i'm swallowing razorblades."

you hated seeing lando like this but it was hard not to bite back a chuckle every time he whined – he was the worst patient, mumbling and complaining in great detail about every ache and symptom he felt at any given moment. he was fine during the first race, pushing through with a lingering cough he couldn't shake but it had gotten so much worse by the second race of the double-header. so bad that he had refused to get in his car before free practice, insisting that pato o'ward would love the opportunity to drive his car for the weekend.

jon had given up trying to talk sense into the man dosed up on cold and flu tablets so he called in reinforcements. maybe lando needed some tough love, he thought after spending an hour begging him to get into his race suit but really, all he needed was you.

"i'm sure if you stop talking and suck on that lozenge, you might find that it helps you." your voice was soft but stern, prompting lando to pull himself up from the bed and shoot you that puppy dog stare he'd been giving you all week.

"you hate me, don't you? sick of me being sick and complaining and annoying everyone..." he whispered, head lowered as he begrudgingly popped in the blackcurrant lozenge you'd been trying to give him for hours.

you sighed and looked down at his legs swinging off the edge of the bed like a child at the doctor, "i don't hate you, sweetheart and i get it – this sucks and i wish you could call in sick and lay around in bed with me all day."

that piqued his interest, head immediately flying up with a pursed frown on his face, "i want that so bad."

"me too," you smiled, brushing your hand down his back, "but you just have to get through this afternoon and we can do that – i know you can do it."

lando nodded and pressed a quick peck to your forehead, "thank you for putting up with me and looking after me i love you so much," he mumbled, teeth clanking against the hard lozenge as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"love you more," you whispered before he shuffled down and placed his heavy head in your lap, closing his eyes for one last nap.

jon stood quietly in the door way, shaking his head as he watched his superstar f1 driver client nuzzled into his girlfriends lap. his soft snores filled the quiet room and all you could do was shrug while you brushed your fingers gently through his dampened curls.

lando was a man-child but he was your man-child.

[ssahotchnerr]

okay but hear me out: hotch and bau!reader are married and she absolutely is the mom friend so the team calls them mom and dad

simultaneously

i LOVEEEE that cw; fem!reader, brief talk of illness, sweet domestic fluff (i'm crying)

interrupting the current, comfortable silence of the car - mind the radio playing lightly - spencer erupted into a sneezing fit, one that lasted at least a good ten seconds.

once his sneezing had ceased, you turned in your seat, allowing you to peer into the back at him. aaron's eyes quickly darted towards you, double checking your seatbelt was still properly laid across your chest despite your movement - just by force of habit.

"do you need tissues..?"

spencer weakly nodded his head in response, you plucked a few from the package you had conveniently stuffed into your pocket.

"how about a throat lozenge?" spencer croaked quietly and hopefully after he blew. the congestion was clear in his voice, as well as on the hoarse side.

"here." aaron didn't skip a beat, answering immediately. he dug into his pocket to retrieve a few, reaching his arm back behind his seat to hand the cough drops off to reid, all while keeping his eyes set on the road ahead.

emily snorted out a laugh, surprised, but not surprised at the same time. "you just happened to have some on you?"

"cold and flu season," aaron shrugged, flicking on his blinker and taking a right turn.

"and," you finished for him, looking out the window as he turned through the intersection, "with jack, the amount of germs he brings home from school. then you add his age to the mix - being more susceptible and all - you can never be too careful." you too shrugged, mirroring aaron's to a tee. "same goes for a team of profilers."

"speaking of," aaron searched through his other pocket, retrieving a pocket-sized container of purell and handing that back as well. "best we try not spread it if we can. the last thing we need is everyone calling out simultaneously."

"or," you reached into yours, grabbing a small hand gel also. "this one's scented. warm vanilla sugar, if you'd prefer this over the generic. and you know what," you adjusted in your seat again, facing aaron a little more head on, "we should probably stop and pick up vitamin c tablets for everyone before we get back to the pd. just to be on the safe side."

"ugh you two are so married and so mom and dad," emily feigned disgust as aaron nodded his head in agreement to your suggestion, but was still immensely entertained nonetheless, "it's sickening, pun intended. are you going to do the forehead check next?"

[nurse-floyd]

Lestappen, Lozengers and Lizard Soup?

Word Count: 890

Pairing: Lestappen

Warnings: None

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It was just typical that Charles would come down with the flu on the summer break. The constant travelling, long days training and late nights had all caught up with him and weakened his immune system and had made him susceptible to all sorts of bugs.

He’d been absolutely miserable.

It was a miracle Max hadn’t caught whatever had taken the Monegasque down, having spent the past few days leading up to his illness practically on top of the man, sharing the same bed and being his nurse while he’d been laid up in bed.

Max opened the door to their bedroom, seeing the Charles shaped lump bundled under the covers. He made his way further into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as Charles poked his red and stuffy nose out from the covers. His bedside table was covered in empty wrappers of throat lozenges, cold and flu medicine and used tissues. Being truthful, Max thought the love of his life looked disgusting, not that he’d ever admit that.

Leo was curled up at the bottom of their bed, wagging his tail excitedly at Max’s arrival. He gave the dog a few scratches before he knelt by the head of the bed where the other driver was hiding beneath the covers from the light.

“Okay,” Max began, “I think I’ve raided every pharmacy in Monaco for you and I stopped off and got you some of that soup you like, my cooking will only make you sicker.”

Charles just blinked up at Max as he began unloading the shopping bags. “I grabbed you some more flu medicine but I also couldn’t sleep last night and found a whole article about natural remedies for colds and the flu and thought they could work since you’ve been sick for a few days now.”

Charles didn’t reply, instead releasing a few harsh chesty coughs before groaning.

“Oh, Liefje…” Max cooed as he smoothed back the soft curls from Charles sweaty forehead. “You’re still burning up.”

Max was willing to try anything if it meant Charles wouldn’t be sick for much longer, and at this point Charles was beginning to think the same.

“Okay, so this article said rubbing vapour rub on the soles of your feet before your socks is meant to help with congestion,” he explained as he pulled out a small glass jar. “I also read that stuffing an onion in your socks can help, but that’s just weird and would make the bedroom smell.

“Max…” Charles croaked, but Max was on a roll.

“Eating raw garlic is supposed to also help because it's antibacterial, but I couldn’t kiss you after you’ve been eating that…”

If Charles didn’t already have a headache, he’d find Max’s rambling utterly adorable.

“Max…sweetie. I don’t want any weird remedies. I want sleep,” Charles whispered, “do you know how to look after a sick person?” He snapped the last part a little harsher than he meant to.

“Well…I guess you won’t want any hot chocolate then,” Max replied almost smugly.

Charles squinted back, wondering if there was some sort of catch. “Well…I wouldn’t say no…”

Max held up his index finger, “you said, and I quote, ‘I don’t want to try any weird remedies and just want to sleep’ so I might just have to enjoy a mug all by myself while you sleep,” he teased.

Max wouldn’t hide his smug grin as he saw the pout grow on Charles' face. He reached out a hand and messed his hair a little, “okay. Okay. I’ll get you a mug, but you are taking more of your medicine.”

“You know…you say my remedies are weird, but a study found that cocoa can help suppress coughs more than some medication,” he rattled off as he carried two steaming mugs of hot chocolate into the bedroom. “And the warmth will probably be good for your throat too.”

Max helped Charles to sit up, the covers falling from his bare chest, also glistening with sweat in the glow of the bedside lamps. If it were any other time, the hot chocolate would definitely be abandoned for other activities, but Charles was definitely not in any state.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, each taking sips from their mugs and groaning at the sweet taste. Charles was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat, “so…you can find research on all of that but you didn’t read anywhere that rest, medicine and fluids are best for a cold?”

“I mean…whenever I got sick as a kid I was told to just get over it,” Max shrugged.

Charles hated moments like that, the little jokes from Max about his upbringing, where the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. He vowed to himself the moment they got together, that Max would never be made to feel like that again.

Once they’d finished their mugs, Max placed a kiss on Charles cheek. “No no no,” Charles began to say as Max leant in, “I don’t want you to get sick, Amour!”

“At least I know you’ll take care of me,” Max replied and kissed him again. “If we were in China, you could be eating lizard soup…I think it isn’t any different to chicken noodle. The hot liquid would help with your throat and help replace fluids.”

“I think I’ll stick with the hot chocolate, Amour.”

[katelynnwrites]

And I Say To You (Soon You'll Get Better) | Laura Freigang

warnings: flu and other general sickness stuff

word count: 1160

summary: you get sick and your lovely girlfriend looks after you. when she gets sick, you repay the favour

a/n: requested, thanks for sending this in 🥰

It started as a tickle in your throat.

You drank as much water as you could to try and get rid of it but it doesn’t work.

Barely a day after your realisation, you’re waking up with a full body ache.

Sneezes and a coughing fit follow suit and you’re breathless by the time you manage to get it under control.

Gentle, cool fingers slide themselves under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It doesn’t take much for you to figure out who they belong to, even when your head is pounding.

‘Sorry for waking you.’ You hoarsely say, wincing at how dry your throat is.

‘It’s okay.’ Your girlfriend whispers.

Her hands touch your forehead and Laura frowns worriedly.

‘You’re burning up baby.’

‘S’okay.’ You mumble tiredly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Everything is a little hazy but you can feel the bed dip as the blonde leaves.

She’s back a moment later, fever reducers, lozenges and a mug of warm water in hand.

You groan as she gets you to sit up. The world swims a little and you don’t like it.

A distressed whine must have left your lips because the striker seems doubly worried now as she looks you over.

Her palm rests against your forehead again and her brows are furrowed anxiously as she pulls away.

The mug is pressed into your hands and your girlfriend helps guide it to your lips.

You sip slowly and Laura hums in approval.

She swaps the mug out for the medication after a few minutes.

‘You’ll feel better after these, I promise.’ She coaxes.

‘Thanks schatz.’ You murmur and she kisses your too hot cheek.

‘I’ll let the staff know we’re not coming for training today.’

‘No no. You should go. I’ll be okay.’ You immediately say.

The striker shakes her head, already putting the mug and remaining medication away.

‘I’m staying here to look after you.’

‘Lau…’ You try but she is adamant.

‘You know you would do the same for me.’ She states, leaving no room for argument as she strips her shirt off.

She slowly eases yours up and over your head before getting you to lie back down with her.

Your girlfriend spoons you close, smiling when she hears the sigh of relief you let out. Her body is so much cooler and is a welcome touch against your feverish one.

Carefully, she pulls the blanket back over both your bodies and you melt into the German forward.

Laura’s efforts have made you feel a lot more comfortable that it’s not long before you are falling back asleep.

******

It’s your girlfriend’s hushed voice that registers on your bleary mind when you begin to come to.

‘No her fever hasn’t broken yet so you may as well go ahead and tell the coaching team that we’re both not going to be able to come in tomorrow.’

You crack open an eye, making out the blonde’s figure in the dimly lit room.

She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her phone held to her ear.

In doing so, you note with some displeasure that your head still hurts.

Shifting your body, you find out that the rest of your body still does too.

Laura must have heard the sheets rustling because she turns around immediately and hangs up the call with a rushed, ‘I’ll call you back later Lara.’

‘Hi.’ You mumble as she fusses over you.

‘Your temperature is still running too high.’ She unhappily says after checking once more, this time with an actual thermometer.

Curiously, you ask, ‘Where did you get that?’

Your fever is not so high as to forget that you do not own a thermometer.

‘I had a few of our teammates drop off some stuff earlier.’ The blonde explains, blushing a little.

‘I love you.’

Your favourite person smiles, gently pressing her lips against yours.

You melt until you remember that you remember that you are sick.

Weakly, you push her away, ‘Lau! No kissing! No kissing! I don’t want you to catch my bug.’

Your girlfriend laughs, ‘My girl I hate to remind you but I’ve been cuddled up with you all day. Kissing you doesn’t make a difference because I have already been exposed to your germs.’

Your eyes widen and the striker giggles again.

‘Don’t worry, I love you and that includes your germs. Plus I have a great immune system.’ She confidently states.

The striker firmly kisses you once more to prove her point.

You kind of want to keep her away, to make sure she doesn’t get sick despite what she had said but you are really feeling too ill.

You’re exhausted too and as Laura keeps running her fingers through your hair, with you settled on your chest, your eyes begin to slip close.

‘Sleep my love.’ She whispers.

******

When you next wake up, it’s because Laura’s hand is on your forehead.

‘Hey you.’ She smiles.

You smile back, feeling significantly better. Your head is clear and your limbs hurt less.

‘Your fever’s broken.’ The blonde murmurs, affectionately stroking the space between your eyebrows with her thumb.

‘What time is it?’ You ask.

‘Late. Four in the morning last I checked.’ She answers, after thinking for a moment.

‘Schatz! What are you doing up?’

The forward shrugs, ‘Looking after you of course. I couldn’t sleep till I knew for sure that your fever’s gone down.’

You pull your girlfriend down beside you.

‘I love you so much. So so much.’ You whisper.

‘Love you too.’ Laura easily promises.

‘My fever is gone so please get some sleep.’ You insist, somewhat guiltily realising that she has the beginnings of dark circles forming around her eyes.

‘Take your medicine first. You’re due for another dose.’ The German woman argues, pointing to the pills and bottle of water set neatly on your bedside table.

You do as she asks and then tuck her into your side, kissing her chastely.

‘Goodnight schatz.’

******

Laura’s right.

Her immune system is strong and she does not catch whatever illness you have.

She does however wind up with a cold after her impromptu snowball fight with Lina.

Then it’s your turn to look after her, holding her close as she sleeps restlessly, her fever running its course.

‘Love you.’ You whisper to your silly, silly girlfriend.

She had really gone at it with the Bayern midfielder, the both of them stuffing handfuls of snow down the back of each other’s shirts.

It had been hilarious and you are sure the photos would turn out so too. You love that side of Laura, the one that draws in everyone, fans and teammates alike with her antics.

But this other side of the blonde, the one that only you see, who makes grabby hands for your cuddles with fever flushed cheeks and whines when she has to take her medicine, well you love it too.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii so im very sick right now (allergies💔), so could you maybe do like mcyt comforting/taking care of a sick reader? thank youu -🦢

omg sameeeee eugh ; but yeah, thanks for requesting! ; hope you feel better 🦢 🫶❤️ ; cast is short bc I didn't have anymore ideas lmfaooo

MCYT ; sickly

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, & maxggs

warnings ; language, mentions of throwing up, allergies/flu/fever symptoms

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

giving you lots and lots of soup / tea & honey

he does not give two shits if he gets sick, he will be giving you love and affection

he's making sure there's a trash bin / large bowl at your disposal for any... bodily fluids /ns

he has to go get you more tissues and literally spends 15 minutes in the store debating which ones you'd want

he can't even ask cause you're asleep for once and doesn't wanna disturb you

"i got four flavors of throat lozenges because i dunno what you like"

runs you a warm bath every day you're sick

you're basically quarentining together let's be honest

2020core!-

RANBOO

again, a sweetheart

they're not getting within a 6 foot radius of you cause they don't wanna catch anything from you

"its allergies, I'm not contagious"

"you don't know that"

buys the entire pharmacy for you

straight up calls his mom because he doesn't know what to get you

in their defense, what's the difference??

makes you watch asmr videos when you're dealing with headaches cause your sinuses are fucked

they're actually really entertaining

there's a whole rainbow of medicines so they organize it in rainbow order while you're asleep

FREDDIE BADLINU

there's now a whole row of soup in your pantry

literally the only liquids you're drinking for a week are water and tea 😭

there is no shame in this game, he couldn't care less if you throw up cause like, you're sick, why would he judge?

always making jokes/saying dumb shit to make you laugh

but then you start coughing and choking on mucus and then he feels awful

tweets that your "cough sounds like a dying squirrel" 💀

not afraid to cuddle with you or anything once he realizes you aren't contagious/ remembers he has a good immune system

(he ends up sick as well)

might as well be March 2020 again cause the amount of wet wipes he has laying around is wild like calm down

MAXGGS

feels so bad that you're sick

he was blowing pollen in your face so he feels like he's to blame (it's just the seasons changing)

he'll make fun of you plenty tho

so many sick selfies 💀

"which flavor do you prefer? cherry or grape?"

"neither tbh"

"cherry it is then"

"just take a throat lozenge"

"I'd rather die"

if your hair is long enough, he's holding it back when you're throwing up

lots of just trying to physically make you feel better

and lots of joking and watching funny shit on YouTube

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Thanks to an especially virulent strain of the winter flu, his headstrong boyfriend’s voice crackles and rasps; punctuated by the occasional rattling cough that shakes him to the bones. His skin is pasty. His lips are chapped. Every flash of animation, it seems, comes at a cost of energy he just doesn’t have, and eyeing the general detritus of Kleenex boxes and lozenge wrappers that litter the wooden coffee table, Oliver’s hard-pressed to remember if he’s actually seen him eat.

Elio’s been slouched on their tan three-seater since the first light of dawn: swaddled in an oversized sweatshirt and some plaid pyjama pants as he rifles through various files of staff paper and his ubiquitous notebook. I’d much rather fail at originality than succeed in imitation, he’d declared last Wednesday, lamenting each scathing critique from his pompous review panel, yet much as Oliver appreciates his righteous indignation, his protective instincts can’t help but bristle at the fact he sounds utterly miserable, to boot.

Thanks to an especially virulent strain of the winter flu, his headstrong boyfriend’s voice crackles and rasps; punctuated by the occasional rattling cough that shakes him to the bones. His skin is pasty. His lips are chapped. Every flash of animation, it seems, comes at a cost of energy he just doesn’t have, and eyeing the general detritus of Kleenex boxes and lozenge wrappers that litter the wooden coffee table, Oliver’s hard-pressed to remember if he’s actually seen him eat. 

There’s been plenty of herbal tea to soothe his scratchy throat. Nasal spray. VapoRub. A regular dose of Tylenol from the Walgreens two blocks over. But nothing that falls under the category of food. An untouched plate of toast on the nearby bookcase bears out his suspicions, so Oliver raids the kitchen cupboards for a can of chicken soup, then heats the contents on their gas-powered stove; wincing in sympathy when Elio convulses with a gut-punch sneeze, swearing and hacking in alternate breaths.

Several minutes of snotty sniffing later, Oliver turns off the burner then pours the simple meal into an old Columbia Lions mug: the one Elio’d claimed for his own upon his initial move to the States. The other man’s squinting at a dog-eared composition sheet when he eventually returns to the couch, and Oliver figures his blocked sinus is the culprit as he pinches the bridge of his cherry-red nose; probably trying to banish the cobwebs.

“Scoot up, Patient Zero,” he says, sitting down carefully beside him, and when Elio blinks sluggishly his mercurial eyes are nothing but dull slits of colour beneath his heavy lashes; the light of their freestanding lamp shade apparently too much to bear. “Tell me again how you never get sick?” 

Elio summons a gimlet glare. “I'm not sick; I’m dying,” he groans - the edge of a wheeze rattling the vowels - but he accepts the mug all the same, and Oliver hums indulgently as he sweeps an unholy assortment of balled-up tissues into a neat little pile. 

“Your stubbornness is commendable,” he says, pleased to see Elio make short shrift of the steaming liquid, if not the noodles themselves. “But do yourself a favour and get some rest, yeah?"

“Un mal nécessaire.” A yawn: barely stifled. “I have to finish these -” 

“Not today you don't.” Oliver rescues the mug from his slightly-drooping hand. “Even us creatures of habit deserve a night off.” 

Elio smirks; slow and playful. “Is that so?” he says, nodding at the Sophomore Ontology coursework partially obscuring the living room rug.

Which, yes. Fair enough. But -

“I’m still new to the syllabus,” Oliver replies, nudging him gently with his knee. “Professor Johnson’s lesson plans were shoddy at best. You, however, have a fever of thirty-eight.” As the flush on his sunken cheeks can attest. “So don’t pretend you’re not ready to pass out from exhaustion.”

A grunt is the only acknowledgement he receives, and Oliver’s all set to try a different tack when Elio slumps sideways like a stringless marionette. It’s completely proprietary - the way he claims his unsuspecting lap as an ad hoc pillow - but Oliver’s quick to adopt his role as a piece of human furniture, uncaring of the knobbly shoulder blade digging exorbitantly into his thigh.

Little victories, he decides, and reining in a grin, smooths the messy curls from his maestro’s clammy forehead. 

“Do you need anything else?” he asks instead, the slim column of Elio’s neck spasming amidst his muttered grumblings. “A blanket? Some water? There’s a fresh bottle of vitamins in the bathroom cabinet…”

“Just your support in these harrowing times,” Elio murmurs, the arm around his middle snugging tighter, so Oliver follows his own advice as he drags a knitted Afghan over the curve of Elio's body - fishes a dog-eared copy of The King Must Die from between the sunken cushions - then crosses his legs at the ankles as he settles in for the duration. 

[decojellyfish]

Baby Got The Flu :(

This a just a little drabble, but I am currently working on other fics as well!

I hope you enjoy this, if you have any constructive criticism, feel free to comment! And if you have any requests, feel free to submit them!

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Gaz x Sick! Reader Warnings: Brief mention of vomiting near the beginning (but that's it) SFW ~ Fluff! Pure comfort fluff!

───♡───────────── Beginning When you come down with a pretty bad cold, you are suffering. And Gaz hates seeing you like this. His lover was in pain, whimpering, too hot and then too cold, joints aching. It tears him apart seeing you like this.

He makes sure that you have all the stuff you need, want, and desire. Water, a hot beverage (tea, cocoa, hot lemon water, you name it, he’s already making it), a stuffed animal if you sleep with one, and all the pillows and blankets you could ask for. If you have long hair, he will tie it back to make sure it doesn’t cause you to overheat. If you end up throwing up for whatever reason, he will be right by your side. A bucket in hand if you couldn’t make it out of bed, a towel ready to clean up your mouth and chin once you’re finished, and a loving hand rubbing your back as he gently soothes you with his soft words.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just a little flu, that’s all. I know it’s not fun, but it’s only temporary, love. You’ll get through it, I know you can…”

Will have throat lozenges right on the nightstand (in your favorite flavor, of course), next to a bottle of Tylenol and cough syrup. When you need a little spoonful of the syrup, he will have water right by him once you’ve finished swallowing the medicine. He knows how much you hate the stuff. Once you get the medicine down, he’s already got the cup of water ready at your lips so you can get the bitter, soapy flavor out of your mouth.

He’s also 100% willing to feed you while you’re sick. He’ll put on a show or a movie you like and he’ll just spoon-feed you whatever desired soup you asked him to pick up. You’d be tucked in, nice and safe, sitting up on a pile of pillows he had set up beforehand. He would also have a separate towel ready in case he accidentally spills a bit on your chin. When he sees that you’ve fallen asleep after finishing up the soup, he’ll close the curtains to the windows in your bedroom, turn down the volume on the T.V., and make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible before going into the kitchen and making dinner for you both.

This man would do anything in his power to heal you as fast as possible. If just looking at you causes him this much pain, he can only imagine how much it hurts you to have to deal with this sickness. ;0; ───♡───────────── End

[fanaticsnail]

Update on what's going on in the Snail Household

If you're just new to my account, you'd likely not know that chef-husband (how I refer to my husband here) had broken his shoulder in late January, had complications in recovery, had been off work for nearly 5 months to nurse the injury back to health.

I'll put the update under a break here to not take up too much space on your device. If you take the time out of your day to read here, I love you 🖤

He has returned to work now, which is amazing. His apprentices and coworkers had missed him so much, and he is so glad to be back. He is attending some physio appointments and rehabilitative therapies to regain strength - and he is doing very well. I'm so proud of him.

The two breaks were within his armpit, the bone where the socket meets the join. There are also several debris still in there and his ligaments are still very tender from splitting them and the cartilage apart on impact. The injury happened at work, so every medical expense has been covered by his workplace.

While he has enjoyed being back at work, he has been missing home time with Young-Sir & Dottir-Bean (my 4yo & 3yo) and they have been missing their dad when he goes - especially my son when he does the night shift.

I am very proud of him for returning to work, but I do miss him at home too. Very selfish of me to love my husband so much to want him home. 11 years of relationship, almost 9 years of marriage, and he's still my best friend and love of my life. Something about tall men with broad shoulders, who are kind and compassionate, who smoke to cope with stresses at work...

Now that I've said all that, here's a little going on with me, currently.

I am recovering from the flu right now, still all gross and foggy and blocked nosey. The kids have had it and it's always my turn to get it last. It's gross, and I am surviving on black coffee, honey and lemon tea, paracetamol, and numbing throat lozenges.

Now for the uncomfy stuff.

I've had to say goodbye to a friendship of 15 years with someone who, once upon a time, was very important to me. He wrote me a handwritten letter that hurt me very deeply and came across a little yandere. It made me very uncomfortable reading it. Yandere belongs in books fanfiction, not in real life.

The letter was given to me at the Star Wars themed wedding I attended on May the 4th - which I think I posted here in response to an ask from @mfreedomstuff: which I appreciate all the time, love.

I have been speaking to my extended family, and a few mutuals on here have been reassuring me that ending the friendship was the right thing to do. It was sad and I've been having a lot of anger about it that I'm working through.

This is what's been going on for the month of May, alongside finding out one of our prettier chickens was actually a rooster in disguise. He's going to make the most beautiful chicks with our hens - particularly our Araucana. Gonna get a Black Copper Marans Hen one of these days if it's the last thing I do 😤👌.

If you've made it to here, thank you so much for reading. I'll get right back into writing some content for you. Just thought I'd share a little about my personal life here to give you a glimpse into what's going on with me (and why I've been writing so much this month: to deal with all this).

Writing and this community has been such a beautiful aspect of my life, and I have enjoyed getting to know you on here. Even though I am just a snail on here, this part of my life has been so much sunshine amongst the dreary. Love you all, and I'll get right back into the writing soon.

[fvfstn]

after my crazy stomach ordeal im now at like 17% energy in bed with some flu or covid shit and i'm soooo mad. i like can barely move. but my friend is going to deliver me throat lozenges and honey and some fancy cold berry matcha drink (? i've never had it but i'm so intrigued) so actually i'm the luckiest person on planat earth, in a way

[goldenempyrean]

As Fate Would Have It

❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 11

❥ Pairing: Sick Kate x Sick Reader

❥ Wordcount: 1070

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AN: Well, this ‘drabble’ turned out longer then expected… oops (also its not edited, because I enjoy letting you all read my dreadful grammar”

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Fate. You didn’t really believe in fate. Or at least that’s what you used to believe. But that belief was soon changed, all be it in the strangest way.

Who would ever think something as simple as a meer cold could bring two people together. Of course you’d seen her around. The girl in the apartment across the hall. That dark haired girl - the one with the amazing style, super cute smile, and oh just thinking of her sparkling eyes was enough to bring a gentle blush to your face. You’d spoken to her once or twice. You’d learned her name was Kate. Each time you spoken, you learned more about her and it only increased the more that you wanted to know but you’d always been too nervous to invite her in…

But you’d never guess that this would be the way you’d finally interact. It started with a cold. You’d woken up that morning with a horribly stuffed-up nose and a headache which felt akin to be being stomped on by multiple elephants at once.

You dragged yourself out of bed and shivered helplessly feeling the cool air hit your skin as you staggered to the bathroom. You grumbled in annoyance as you opened your cabinet and discovered that there was nothing there, nothing that you needed atleast. A half-full tube of toothpaste and an empty packet of paracetamol were the only items on the shelf inside.

That’s it. You’d have to go to the shop. Coughing as you did, you forced yourself to change into something that would make you at least look somewhat alive and stumbled out of your apartment down to the closest shop.

Loud, busy and crammed. Those were the three words you’d used to describe the atmosphere of the shop. Wanting as little human contact as possible, you made a bee-line for the pharmaceutical aisle.

To your surprise, the shop shelves were dwindling in supplies to say the least. Cold and Flu season seemed to be taking its toll of their stock. Not wanting to be here much longer, you quickly picked up two bottles of cold medicine and some throat lozenges - cherry flavoured of course. You heard the sound of a feminine sneeze somewhere else in the shop and that reminded you of the final thing you needed. Tissues.

It took you longer then expected to find them and as you did, only one remaining box sat on the shelf where they should’ve been. A sense of relief washed over you as you extended out your hand to take them but instead of grabbing the tissues, your hand touched something else.

Another hand.

A small gasp left your chest as you recognised your neighbour. Her easy identifiable hair hanging in loose threads beside her face. She smiled sweetly at you, the only flaw in the image being her sniffling nose and fever flushed cheeks. And she gave a small laugh as you both retracted your hands from the box.

“Sorry did you want this?” Her voice was different, raspy. In a way it was strangely intoxicating.

“You got this cold too?” You asked as she briefly turned away from you to stifle a high pitch sneeze into her hoodie.

“I think the whole city has it.” She groaned, trying to subtly wipe her nose with her sleeve, “I came here to get some supplies, I guess you did too?” She said, nodding down to your basket.

You nodded, turned away from her slightly to muffle a chesty sounding cough into your elbow which was soon followed by a set of sickly, wet sneezes.

“Bless you,” Kate offered as she hesitantly reached out to rub your shoulder, “You really don’t sound too good.” That was true, but her words were rich considering that she had to turn away to cough too only moments later.

“Well… I guess I should let you have these then.” You smiled, picking up the tissue box and holding it out to her.

“No, no. You take them.” Kate shook her hand, pushing the tissues back towards you, “I’ll just pick up some kitchen roll or something, that’ll do.”

“No- Kate, that’ll only make your nose all chapped, you should take them-“

“I’ll have them!” And with that a spritely young man took the box from the both of your hands, tucking it under his arm and leaving without another word. Leaving the two of you absolutely stunned, your mouths hanging open in shock.

“What…”

“The hell.” You interjected, finishing her sentence.

“What the hell was that?” Kate’s voice lifted a few octaves with her shock, “who does that?!”

You and Kate exchange looks of sheer, unquenchable disbelief. It feels so absurd that something like this was happening to you personally. "Did you... did you know him?" Kate queries, her shock giving way to righteous fury. "What kind of rude little twat snatches something from our hands and just runs?" "Who does that?!" She repeated as you watched on with shock.

“An idiot… thats who.” You shook your head, and a moment of silence stretched out before Kate quickly snapped out to sneeze down into her hands.

“Bless you Katie. I suppose we better both get some kitchen roll.” You reached to squeeze her own shoulder, echoing the gesture she had given you earlier. The pair of you walked from the aisle towards the kitchen supplies and went to grab a packet of kitchen roll. But just as you picked it up, it revealed something else, something hidden out of sight behind it.

Another tissue box… this time it really was the very last one.

You and Kate shared another glance, this time one of relief at the fact that your noses wouldn’t have to suffer the abuse of itchy, uncomfortable kitchen roll. But there was still one problem. Who would get the box?

“We could share it?” Kate offered, filling the silence, “My apartment’s empty if you wanted to come over, this way we can both use them. If- if you wanted of course.”

“That’s a great idea.”

And by the end of the night, the two of you were safely huddled under Kate’s big blanket as you sat on her sofa sharing stories and getting to know each other. That fateful tissue box sitting right in the middle of you. Who knew you’d meet your future girlfriend this way. You didn’t, but fate certainly did.

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[candycov3redros3s]

I almost made it the whole season without getting sick like my entire family. But now I have a sore throat. My cousin thinks it's the flu and said her fiance's flu started with a sore throat too... so I took a tamivir that his mom gave us this morning, and I'm going to take another tonight to be safe. I had some spicy chicken noodles soup, and I took a nap. I am determined to feel better by tomorrow. I've got theraflu tea, mucinex, and lozenges.. I'm gonna take a hot bubble bath tonight. My throat is already starting to feel kind of better, but my goal is 80% to 100% better by tomorrow

[mayaas]

everything as of late's been 'the met' this and 'the met' that, but honestly? i'm just ready for the summer solstice. give me the longest damn day of the year and i'll be just peachy, soaking in all the serotonin that the summer brings and fuels my little cancer heart forward. that, and it'll also signal that we are far past flu and cold season — if one more casting director asks if i'd like a lozenge to soothe my throat, i just might throw a shoe at someone. anyways. hi, i'm maya, and i'm curious: what's everyone got on the calendar for this summer? more importantly, are you looking for a plus one for said summer plans? if so, look no further. the girl for the job has arrived. / @hillsfmsstarter

[capseycartwright]

What's the one thing you always have in your purse beyond the usual (phone, wallet, keys, etc.)?

not to expose myself as being slightly neurotic but i have a small bag that transfers between all of my bags that my friends poke fun of and call the Emergency Pack

the emergency pack contains multitudes, jen. it’s got medication - paracetamol, ibuprofen, allergic medication, cold and flu medication, throat lozenges, a nasal spray - and it’s got bandages and spare contact lenses and glasses wipes and hair tied and bobby pins and a claw clip and not one but three different lip balms (one for soothing, one for gloss, one with an spf there’s a need for three) and also a lipstick and a lipgloss that are a duplicate of my favourite lipstick and lipgloss in case i ever forget them and there’s a hairbrush and toothpicks and a mini mouthwash and a hand sanitizer and antibac wipes and a sunscreen spray (spf 50 im not messing around) and also a pen. you always need a pen AND pads and tampons (thank u for the reminder)

do i regularly need all this? no. do i feel like a proud mom when someone needs something from the Emergency Pack and i can save the day? you bet. i wasn’t the erasmus year mom friend for nothing

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[neurodecadence]

Oh my god I have a sore throat, which is actually good news!

It means all the joint pain and shit tracks to having the flu or something, which isn't ideal BUT it's an actual cause and effect and not just "your nervous system is converting all signals to pain"

I've retained my sense of taste and smell so probably not covid (will order a test come morning) but yeah, okay, this is workable. Not good, but I can deal with this.

Also I have a giant box of lozenges already, so I got thsr covered.

[ihearducksaregoingquackers]

One time, i was starting to get really sick, a sore throat. i don't like covering my head with a blanket most of the time, i like the freedom to move around.

but i figured i had a mask, might as well use it one night and sleep with it on.

lo and behold, no sore throat the next day. when i went to sleep that night without the mask, it came back.

I know we have piss on the poor reading comprehension here on tumblr dot com, so let me make this clear. I was still sick. obviously. but wearing the mask during sleep had kept my throat warm where otherwise it would have been freezing, and as such had severely reduced the symptoms of the sore throat to the point i no longer needed lozenges. I still took the regional version of your pain killer for cold and flu, but like, there was an immediate effect in sleeping with a mask on all night that had protected me from the worst of the sickness.

using masks should be normalized for those who are able.

Nobody fucking believes me that putting on a mask helps the wearer stop coughing and sneezing.

Coughing and sneezing are generally caused by the body trying to clear irritants. And very frequently, this irritation is exacerbated by dusts and pollens in the air. So by wearing a mask, you can cut down on the thing that is further triggering your cough and sneeze. Further, masks also condition the air and make the air you're breathing in moister, which reduces further irritation of the lungs.

If you were dusting, and the dust was making you sneeze, you could put on a mask and make the sneezing stop. (Note: a startling number of people also refuse to believe this, even though it's really obvious that "keep the dust out of your face" reduces "sneezing because there is dust in your face".) If you're already irritated, you can end up getting triggered by a lower threshold of dust.

When I have a cough, one of the first things I do is mask up, even when I'm entirely alone. Because if I'm not actually sick, the mask will often cut the coughing to zero (especially if my cough is asthma-based). And if I am sick, it'll cut it dramatically (and reduce post-nasal drip, which causes more coughing).

I have convinced exactly one person of this. Yes, masking is uncomfortable. (It helps a lot if you have a comfortable mask, though.) But also, so is coughing a lot, which also happens to spray gross stuff into the air.

For your own sake, put on a mask and stop complaining about how uncomfortable you are because you keep coughing.

I promise, it really works.