#Hospitals for ts

[extasiswings]

I saw the post about Catholic hospitals I reblogged yesterday again and glanced at the notes (…yeah…yikes) and because this is a special interest of mine and a particular pet peeve—

No, people cannot just “choose” in most cases to go to a non-Catholic hospital (or other healthcare facility). Four of the 10 largest U.S. healthcare systems are Catholic systems. Something like 1 in every 6 hospital beds nationwide is in a Catholic hospital and in some states, more than 40% of the hospital beds are in Catholic hospitals.

And, because of mergers between Catholic hospitals and non-Catholic hospitals, people may not even be aware that they are in a Catholic facility governed by the Ethical and Religious Directives (ERDs), which, BY THE WAY, outright prohibit or otherwise seriously curtail the provision of a LOT of different health services (not limited to abortion specifically or even reproductive healthcare more broadly). But even if the ERDs were limited to prohibiting abortion (although again I feel compelled to point out that the ERDs consider things like regular miscarriage management to be abortion), that shouldn’t matter? If you are in the business of providing healthcare, and especially if you receive incredible amounts of federal funding out of taxpayer dollars to do so, you should not be allowed to refuse to provide normal healthcare to patients (many of whom are not Catholic) because you are following the whims of the USCCB, which, last I checked, was not composed of medical doctors or other medical experts and is not qualified to tell large swaths of non-Catholic medical professionals how to practice medicine to meet their own professional obligations for standard-of-care treatment.

[sun-stricken]

Some ideas for you! Take your pick!

Gray frequents the infirmary the most. In one of my ideas lately, after thinking about iced shell, maybe ice make makes the body a bit more…prone to cracking? Maybe he bruises easy and gets a lot of head wounds. It’s why he’s always in bandages longer. I like the idea of Porlyusica getting sick of him.

Team Natsu/the guild/slayers taking care of him, even when he doesn’t realise it. (Against pervs, against himself, maybe people are a bit racist (with him being not from Fiore).

Gray gets sad sometimes and dissociates.

Gray has night terrors so he has sleeping pills, but on missions he also has caffeine tablets to keep him awake so he doesn’t have terrors around them. Safe to say, they aren’t happy when they find this.

Lucy asks Gray about where he’s from, traditions etc, and the guild realises he might be homesick so they secretly try to learn things for him. (Over the years they’ve picked up swear words (Gray doesn’t realise he’s doing it and they’ve never told him))

Gray’s actually quite touch starved. His body temperature is cold so most people stay away/ don’t touch him (but don’t realise they’re doing it). The only one who can stand is Natsu because of his magic. Maybe it gets worse after becoming a slayer.

…also do you take spicy requests?

you cant just give me all these amazing concepts and tell me to pick☹️ i will do a little for all of them if it kills me

Also yes! i absolutely do take nsfw requests! feel free to ask me anything! im surprised it took so long to ask me that tbh

there is a lot here so vv

1.

* Hes the single reason why the guild infirmary is always having to restock

* Due to Grays multiple usages of iced shell some of his body did turn to ice, most sections of his bones, it looks like a normal bones but it acts like ice, which means hes more likely to break a bone

* unfortunately, its not like a normal broken bone for obvious reasons. itll splinter and have hairline cracks all over the bones before it breaks.

* It takes less time to heal than a normal break, he just has to get it wrapped and limit his usage of his magic so it can ‘heal’ (as in, ice it over again) the breaks and cracks. It takes less time to heal and also less pressure to break, win lose situation tbh

* Which is also why head wounds are especially dangerous for him, skull fractures are more common for him than anyone would like, which is to say any at all

* His external body temperature is low and causes him to bruise like a peach, getting a friendly slap on the back can cause him to bruise for weeks, especially from Erza

* bro hasnt gone a day without a bruise in like ten years

* Hes been dragged to Porlyusica so many times now that anytime she sees him (on the field, in her office, even completely out of context and hes not visibly injured) its like second nature to check him out first

* if she could go a month, or even just two weeks! without seeing him she might consider changing her views on humanity (probably not but its the thought that counts)

* Also Gray has small sections of what people think is frostbite on his hands and feet. It doesnt hurt or limit him at all but theyre there, showed up some time post devil slayer magic

* ALSO! His blood runs slower and is darker due to his low body temperature, causes him only the vaguest of problems but its a thing (this is common in most powerful ice wizards)

2.

* Gray likes to pretend hes good at taking care of himself, but hes not hes really not

* Luckily he has a lot of nosy and protective friends thatll do it for him (in their own ways)

* Natsu literally temperature exploding some guys glass at a bar when he got wayyyy too friendly and handsy with Gray

* they were kicked out but he was really proud of himself

* Rogue drawing shadows towards Gray if he needs to sleep and its too bright, or Sting creating a warm light beam when its dark out and Gray wants to embrace his inner cat and sleep in a sunbeam

* Wendy checking him over first bc she knows hes one of the people who wouldnt ask for help if he was injured

* hes had multiple people physically remove him from fights/training sessions because he was visibly pushing himself way too hard

* Part of the reason Gray learned Fioren so fast was because he was sick of people looking at him like he was stupid for not speaking ‘right’

* he mentioned this to the little slayer group they got goin on and from then on out they were like, hella hyper vigilant with anything that could make him insecure like that again

3.

* It really scared him the first couple times he did it, it still does. He hates losing time

* It started happening during his time with Ur, he cant remember a lot of it, training, blink, fighting, blink, training, blink, training, you get the idea

* It doesnt happen often, and he tried not to think of it past the point of trying to get it to stop

* Its happens often when hes highly stressed but theres no immediate physical threat, his brain doesnt understand whats going on or why its so stressed but knows he doesnt need to physically protect himself yet so it mentally protects him (if that makes sense), usually when hes alone, or when a threat is gone

* he confided in Erza about this once, and now more times than not when he ‘wakes up’ shes there talking to him

* only part he feels is good about it is that it makes him exhausted and lets him sleep easier

* He doesn’t usually dissociate often, not that he has much of a choice, if he did it wouldnt happen at all, but it was a lot worse when he was younger, his memories of early fairy tail are all blurry and he felt like he was on autopilot even when he was ‘awake’

* he hates it

4.

* After his team found out abt his vast array of pharmaceuticals they were so confused and concerned and probably borderline paranoid, because who needs that many medications for one person??

* Gray had been taking sleeping pills at a high enough dose to let him have a dreamless sleep for so long that most over the counter brands dont actually work on him

* but he kept all the old bottle that didnt work just in case he got desperate to sleep and they suddenly magically worked again

* The caffeine tablets were self explanatory after seeing all the sleeping meds, but he also (unwillingly) admitted he takes them on missions so he wouldnt wake them if he had a nightmare, and also for days when they were especially bad so he could go long enough without sleep hed just crash and sleep with no issues. Canr have a nightmare if you dont sleep

* His team was also extremely unimpressed by these explanations

* Erza and Natsu (and also Happy) strong armed him into going to Porlyusica for actual helpful solutions since he refused to go to his actual doctor

* While Lucy and Wendy disposed of the full fucking pharmacy (seriously, he coulda started a business or smth) he had in his bedroom

* For some odd reason he felt lighter and less moody when he was on actual helpful medication and was getting genuine rest

* how strange

* and if his team checks his house for another pharmacy in the making thats nobodies business but theirs

* Also Erza tried to ban Gray from caffeine while on a quest , or at least limit it, but he looked at her like she was absolutely batshit crazy to the point she got embarrassed and had to retract the ban

* But she will tie him to the bed to make him sleep on quests if she has to

5.

* The first time Lucy asked where Gray was from was before Galuna, he ended up giving her a shady answer and redirecting the question to her (reminder, before galuna, before phantom lord) which she ended up also being a bit cagey about so she let it go

* But Lucy is nosy (endearing) by nature, so she asked if he had any different holiday type traditions sometime after Galuna, and to the surprise of, well, literally everyone, he did and gave examples

* which lead down a rabbit hole of the guild fretting a bit abt how to make him comfortable (even though hed been with them for a decade) bc he mentioned he used to be really homesick the first couple years, and sometimes still is

* Most the guild still had no clue where he was from so they were really just running in circles for awhile

* Levy tried to figure it out from the time he accidentally dropped, what she assumed to be colorful curse words, random foreign language bits

* didnt really work but she tried

* so for months he was bombarded with ‘subtle’ questions about his hometown and its culture, which got shut down most the time

* Thats not to say he didnt give them anything, he gave them enough that they were incorporated into existing traditions and holidays they already celebrated

* it was a very sweet gesture that Gray absolutely did not tear up at, so shut up—

6.

* Gray is the most touch starved fool on the planet. ive always loved the idea of him liking touch a lot

* He grew up in a pretty affectionate family, his parents were always around to ruffle his hair, or hug, or hold his hand, or carry him, they were just very physically affectionate and he enjoyed it

* With it made him nauseous, guilty really, because Ur and Lyon were also physically affectionate but it wasnt them, it wasnt his family

* Also it was plain uncomfortable at times, part of learning ice magic was to almost numb himself to cold, but in the beginning numbed him to everything and it became uncomfortable to be touched because it was tingly and it hurt

* Early Fairy Tail he was completely closed off, couldnt stand being touched, didnt want to get cozy and make friends because he planned to leave anyways.

* Ice mages (Fire mages also) temperatures can fluctuate depending on how they feel, for example, if they’re experiencing negative emotions their temperature and the space around them will get colder

* and Gray used to be so angry and upset all the time, and hed just beginning to learn magic so he didnt know how to fix it yet, which caused a lot of discomfort for people.

* People didnt stay around him long because the discomfort of being too cold, and what was he gonna do about it? ask them to come back?? hell no

* So he gained a reputation and people didnt want to disrespect a volatile childs apparent boundaries so they didnt question it

* He was fine with fighting being the only real prolonged touch hed get, totally

* But Natsus got this thing about him that makes him think he can do the impossible, which includes shaking Grays world view and comfort levels

* At some point in their teens Natsu would not let go of the alleged fact that Grays didnt like being touched for some reason, so he did what he does best and pressed the issue

* it ended with Gray being a puddle in his lap while he had a crisis about everything he thought he knew about himself while Natsu celebrated his victory against him

* Its not completely public knowledge but the guild most definitely knows at least a little about how much Gray is touch starved

* he doesnt openly welcome it with open arms but if its happening and he trusts the person hes not gonna say no

* he probably gets a euphoria high from a head pat or smth

* After getting his devil slayer magic is absolutely got worse, having two powerful ice magics, one of which he was still struggling to get the hang of, in one body made it difficult to control the temperature around him, and after long enough people would start shivering if he wasnt careful

* it sucked, totally and completely sucked

* Natsu still remained unbothered and would increase his own temperature to counterbalance Grays, which helped a lot

* he still gets all up in Grays space no matter how much Gray tell him to fuck off, he knows he needs it

[18butyouact80now]

"i have so much of you in my heart."

the look of love in kdramas.

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

i am the sweaty sheets, the wet bed, the things she'll do and the things she said

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

N. & I were in that drug clinic at the hospital, where I’m going to deliver. I had my usual prenatal check-up. I also asked the doctor for our babies sex. And yea, I was right! It's a BOY!!! 🩵Yeyy, I was so happy! I couldn’t wait for our baby to be born. And Nico was happy too. He was so excited. This time we could see our Baby really well on the screen. I saw his tiny hands, feet, his head and he also showed us his backside. He just turned around during the exam. Nico said our son looks like an Alien, because he had such a big head, but that’s normal, the doctor explained. And everything else was fine too. I was so relieved. I was always so worried about our baby's development. Those damn pills, yk? That’s exactly why I had an appointment at the drug clinic that day too, that was in the same building as the hospital. (A huge hospital.)

On my first visit at this hospital, 5 months ago, they told us what my treatment here will look like. As you already know, I didn’t like it! But I had no choice. I did this for my baby. Because IF my baby is affected by that Neonatal abstinence syndrome (NAS), he is in the best hands here. Her are the pros, so.... I just had to deliver at this hospital. (I’ve explained it all before and I don’t want to do it again.)

However, a doctor called me into his office/examination room, after I took a drug test....

Doc: Well! So far everything is fine. And after delivery, you have to come here once a week to get your pills.

Me: Yes, I’m aware of that. But how long do I have to do this treatment? Actually, I already have a doctor. Also I wanna quit those pills.

Doc: Before we talk about quitting, there are a few other things to deal with. Believe me, you don’t want to go through rehab after delivery. You will need good nerves! Heroin addicts never really quit anyway. And as for the duration of the treatment, we usually plan to accompany you and your baby here for a year. If everything goes well, you can switch back to your GP earlier.

Me: I have nothing against being treated here, I just don’t understand why a social worker has to accompany me? I mean those home visits. It's a invasion of my privacy. 😒

Doc: I’m not a social worker, I’m just taking care of your substitution treatment. And frankly, I don’t have time to argue with someone like you. My job is your addiction!

Nico: Your job doc, is to help and answer questions all day long.

Me: N.!! 🤦‍♀️...😬

Nico: What?🤷‍♂️😠 .. We're off the beaten path here. It’s unreasonable to come here with a little baby once a week just to get your pills. Besides, parking in this damn area is almost impossible or costs over 30 euros. I have to drive all the way across town to get to that hospital. How are you going to do this on your own? With a baby? I won’t always be there. One of us has to work. Abroad! But heey... maybe that social worker can help you and even pay all the tickets you need just to get here. At this... wonderful place.

Doc: Well-

Me: Thanks! Until next time, doc! 😬

We got up, heading for the door....

Nico: Now you're mad at me.

Me: No! Really not! You're right!. This place sucks! I’m sorry you have to come here because of me. But.... that’s the way it is N.🤷‍♀️.. You can’t talk to these doctors like this. Maybe our baby will need their help? That's why we're here.

Nico: This fucking doc can't help our baby. This guy can’t do anything! Except warm up the office chair with his lazy ass for the real boss of this.... damn institution. This wasn't even his office.

Me: Yeah, I think he just represented the doctor the other day. Anyway, once this is over, you can be.... mean to them! 😉I wouldn't mind.

This hospital is gonna drive me to hell!! 😒 Anyway! We went to my parents after that. I wanted to talk to my mom. I told her I was moving in with Nico.

My mom already knew. Nico’s mom called her and she also invited us all, my parents & me, to..... talk. 🤨 And Ana also talked to Nico & me. It was about Philip. Yep! Ana has seen Philip a couple of times during the summer. However, Ana has agreed to help Philip in court to get custody of Annabelle back. And she also needed Nico's and my help for this. So we’ll talk to Philip and help him of course. But what really was going on between Ana & Philip??? I didn't understand yet. 🧐

Also, I met Daniel. I was on my way home after work. This meeting was purely coincidental! It was not agreed between us.

The more shocked I was when I saw Daniel with another girl. I was..........just crying. 🤦‍♀️💔💔💔And since I’m such a jinx, he saw me too. 😖But the worst thing was........... I’m gonna do something unforgivable. 😢

Previous/Next

[fadeintolight]

im afraid the line “we’ll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we made” has done irreversible damage to my sad empty cells and now they are pleading for the chance to experience that kind of love again

[jaratedeguadalupe]

remus eats the fruit with the skin on, it's also his favorite part 

[whisperthatruns]

Hard Rock Returns to Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane

Hard Rock / was / “known not to take no shit From nobody,” and he had the scars to prove it: Split purple lips, lumbed ears, welts above His yellow eyes, and one long scar that cut Across his temple and plowed through a thick Canopy of kinky hair. The WORD / was / that Hard Rock wasn’t a mean nigger Anymore, that the doctors had bored a hole in his head, Cut out part of his brain, and shot electricity Through the rest. When they brought Hard Rock back, Handcuffed and chained, he was turned loose, Like a freshly gelded stallion, to try his new status. And we all waited and watched, like a herd of sheep, To see if the WORD was true. As we waited we wrapped ourselves in the cloak Of his exploits: “Man, the last time, it took eight Screws to put him in the Hole.” “Yeah, remember when he Smacked the captain with his dinner tray?” “He set The record for time in the Hole—67 straight days!” “Ol Hard Rock! man, that’s one crazy nigger.” And then the jewel of a myth that Hard Rock had once bit A screw on the thumb and poisoned him with syphilitic spit. The testing came, to see if Hard Rock was really tame. A hillbilly called him a black son of a bitch And didn’t lose his teeth, a screw who knew Hard Rock From before shook him down and barked in his face. And Hard Rock did nothing. Just grinned and looked silly, His eyes empty like knot holes in a fence. And even after we discovered that it took Hard Rock Exactly 3 minutes to tell you his first name, We told ourselves that he had just wised up, Was being cool; but we could not fool ourselves for long, And we turned away, our eyes on the ground. Crushed. He had been our Destroyer, the doer of things We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do, The fears of years, like a biting whip, Had cut deep bloody grooves Across our backs.

Etheridge Knight (1931--1991), The Essential Etheridge Knight (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1986)

[weightlosss2024]

mental hospital

for the past week all ive thought bout and dreamt about is the psych ward . plus i wanna die again and summer is coming up and my dad is finally going to see at the extracurricular activities ive done since october . i cant wait

[extasiswings]

I’m just—

A bucket and towels. Instead of stabilizing and providing necessary medical care to a traumatized, grieving woman whose pregnancy had just tragically ended, this Catholic hospital discharged her with instructions to drive to a smaller hospital 20 minutes away and gave her a bucket and towels “in case something happen[ed] in the car”. (Link). A bucket and towels, because she could have started hemorrhaging at any moment, and in fact, was actively hemorrhaging by the time she was able to be treated at the other hospital. And all because under the ERDs that govern Catholic hospitals, a dead fetus decomposing in the womb is still more important than a living woman.

[edupunkn00b]

Arizona's Journal, Chapter 6: Sign Here, Please

Prev - Sign Here, Please - Last - All - [ AO3 ]

January 30, 2018

“And sign right there, Mr. Prince.” The intake nurse pointed to yet another little rectangle on the Kid’s admission form. His hand shook, starting his name with a jagged scrawl instead of its customary curlicues R.

He snuck a little glance at me, shame filling his eyes. “Keep me away from the ink needles,” he laughed, his joke falling flat. He nodded when the nurse flipped the page and pointed to another place for him to sign. “I didn’t have to sign anything last time.”

The nurse ignored his jokes. “Yes, Mr. Prince,” she nodded and flipped to the final page. “Your last visit with us was invol—“

“I’d let you ink me up anytime, Kid,” I interrupted. The Kid had already emptied his pockets, his phone, wallet, clove cigarettes—“I thought you quit these!”—all tucked safely in my backpack. They let him keep his sketchbook—heavyweight paper and glue top only—and his pastels.

When he’d been feeling a little better, in the middle of his first hospitalization, the Kid had flashed that grin and managed to convince the charge nurse to help him argue that, if crayons were permitted, then pastels should be, too. “They’re basically crayons for grown-ups, after all.” It helped that Dutch used the same word for each. And it helped when the first thing the Kid did with his new pastels was draw a portrait of each nurse and doctor in the place.

The policy change had stuck.

Since then, he’d started a predictable pattern. He’d get out, feeling good. Optimistic. We’d talk for hours about his designs, about his latest boyfriend. He’d start feeling so good he’d plan a trip out to Seattle and he and his brother would tear up the town. Once he’d even drug Roman and Janus out to the shop, pulling out all the stops to convince his brother to get a tattoo with him. The moment he and Janus had stepped into the shop, Janus froze and stared.

“Hi.” His legendary gift of gab had dissolved. I hadn’t known Remus planned to bring them by, but, really, when does the Kid plan much when he’s reveling with his brother? Even if I had, though, I would’ve guessed Janus had been too blind drunk to remember me from his Pride day street brawl with Chad and the other schmucks from Andrey's.

I’d been mistaken.

“Do you two know each other?” Roman grinned a little too broadly. He’d been in the shop before, but hadn’t come by in years. Not since the Kid left for Copenhagen. 

“Yeah, Ro Bro!” If the Kid had noticed Janus’ hesitation, he didn’t let on. “Who do you think did Jannie’s flag?” he asked, pointing to the tiny picture on the wall. It was faded now, a victim of nearly twenty years of Seattle’s excuse for sunlight.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Ro’s smile softened and Janus shot me a quick look. I just nodded. you didn’t tell me this is where you got it!”

He shrugged and put on this suave air. “I hadn’t realized.”

In the end, the Kid hadn’t been able to convince his brother to get inked, but he did convince Janus to let me take a fresh picture of his. It was nice evidence of how well the lines had stood up over time.

“Thank you,” he’d murmured, letting Remus’ laughter and Roman’s exaggerated offense at some remark of his cover his words. “I… I wasn’t myself that day.”

“I get it. You think you’re the first person who’s looked for the cure to heartache at the bottom of a glass?”

He shook his head and pulled out a bright red sobriety chip. Five months. “No. It wasn’t even the first time for me.”

I could feel the Kid’s eyes on us but I didn’t look away from Janus. “I’m proud of you.” I closed my hand over his and nodded. For a split second, I thought he was offended, then his eyes got all misty and he put the chip away. He looked over to the brothers where they had their faces pressed to the glass, playing the license plate game with the foulest  words they could come up with. The Kid was winning, but Roman was no slouch. 

“They look so young together,” he whispered.

“They do.”

“Re’s so good for him,” he said, hiding a laugh at a particularly creative use of the letter ‘L.’

I patted his arm and tugged down his sleeve. “I was about to say the same thing about Roman.” 

In the end, Remus got back on a plane, went back to Denmark, back to this wonderful life he’d built around the Roman-shaped hole he carried in his heart. Then, a few months later, the emptiness would get to him and we’d be back, filling out forms, collecting bootlaces and belts and pencil sharpeners.

It was approaching that time, and the Kid was moving slower. He’d walked in today. No EMT gurney, no wheelchair this time around. Just broken and still fighting. He’d shoved his hands in his pockets like he was looking for something and shuffled his feet. The first week was hard. No visitors, nothing but his meds. He’d made it before, though. He do it again.

A tuft of green fell over his forehead and I pushed it back like he really was a kid. LIke a kid, he smirked and dragged his curls back down into his eyes. I’d helped him dye his hair the day before, right after my flight landed. Neither of us knew how long this stint would be, but he wanted to start it looking like himself.

“I’ll be okay, Arizona” he whispered when I hugged him a little too tight. “And I’ll come see you.” His laugh came out like a sob and I hid my face so he wouldn’t see I was close to crying, too.

I nodded. “Yeah, I know. You got this.” He’d called me this time. Told me what he was thinking about. Told me what he needed. “You got this.”

“And Dino’s coming by next week, too.” He squeezed me back just as hard. “I won’t be alone.”

Instead of running, like the Kid’s depression was contagious, Dino had stepped up from boss to friend. Dino was the only reason I didn’t push harder for the Kid to come home. “Yeah.” I still pushed a little. “Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to Ro?” I asked again. He managed to hide most of the little flicker of annoyance at the question. “He’d jump on a plane the minute he—” 

“When I’m better,” he said. It’s what he always said. “I don’t want him to see me like… like this.” He shook his wrist with the little lo-jack hospital band. 

“Like you’re getting help?”

“Like I need help.”

“Oh, Kid.” It sucked trying to have a real conversation with him in front of half a dozen nurses and staff, but they were waiting for him and we all knew this was the moment he was most likely to turn around and skip out. They had his chart. “Do you ever wonder if he’s going through stuff, too? Shit he’s keeping from you because he doesn’t want you to know he’s struggling?”

He was quiet for a while, and he traced the edges of his ginkgo tattoo. Finally, he nodded. “When I get out,” he promised. “This time, I’ll call him.”

[myvirtuesuncounted]

so nashville got boygenius + gracie openers, nothing new in red setlist, sntv announcement, sparks fly+tomg surprise songs...

[catcatb0y]

I have so much respect for people who just put their blorbo into every interation with other characters, as if everyone loves their blorbo and it's SO fun until half the fandom is blorbo-inserting with that one character you just can't fucking stand and every time you try to look for stuff of your own blorbos, they are THERE, HAUNTING.

[lau-per]

[alexrentsch]

Berlin Pankow

becoming and decay

Canon TS-E 17mm f/4L@Canon EOS 5D Mark II

[jaratedeguadalupe]

if there is any ounce of comedy in something remus will dive in head first in to it