#Ketamine Infusions For Pain

[mindlibertas]

Transforming Mental Health: Ketamine for Anxiety Treatment

In recent years, the landscape of mental health treatment has seen a revolutionary shift with the emergence of Ketamine for Anxiety as a promising therapeutic option. Ketamine, primarily known as an anesthetic, has gained traction as a potential breakthrough in addressing treatment-resistant anxiety disorders. As the demand for effective interventions for anxiety grows, Ketamine for Anxiety, a pioneering company at the forefront of this movement, is leading the charge in research, advocacy, and patient care.

[crippledanarchy]

Lmao they really named the guy that shoots House "Moriarty" and then crammed the episode with as many well known Sherlock references as possible, just in case the viewer missed the allegory

[maraeffect]

ketamine is. different. what the fuck is going on.

[ameliawilson0245]

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[ketaminethearapyisrael]

Exploring the Benefits and Safety of Ketamine Therapy for Anxiety

Ketamine therapy has gained recognition for its rapid onset of action in relieving symptoms of depression, anxiety, PTSD, and chronic pain. This innovative treatment approach offers hope to individuals who have not responded to traditional therapies like electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) and transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS). In this article, we will delve into the benefits of ketamine therapy and shed light on its safety profile. Additionally, we will highlight the pioneering efforts of KetaMind Clinic Israel, a leading institution in the field.

Researching Potential Adverse Effects or Risks Associated with Ketamine Therapy

Before exploring the benefits of ketamine therapy, it is essential to understand the potential side effects and risks. Numerous studies have been conducted to evaluate the safety profile of ketamine therapy. Researchers have identified common side effects that can occur during and after treatment sessions. These may include short-term effects like nausea, vomiting, elevated blood pressure, heart rate, dizziness, and disorientation. Long-term effects may involve cognitive impairments, emotional instability, and memory difficulties.

Severity and Frequency of Side Effects

It is crucial to consider the severity and frequency of side effects associated with ketamine therapy. The reported side effects are mostly mild and transient, subsiding shortly after the treatment session. However, it is essential to note that rare but serious adverse effects can occur. These may include hallucinations, delusions, worsening of existing psychiatric conditions, and physical complications like bladder and urinary tract issues or respiratory depression.

Factors Influencing the Likelihood of Experiencing Side Effects

Several factors can influence the likelihood of experiencing side effects during ketamine therapy. The dosage and frequency of ketamine administration play a crucial role. Individual patient characteristics, such as medical history and overall health, can also impact the occurrence of side effects. Co-occurring medical conditions should be carefully considered before undergoing ketamine therapy to ensure patient safety.

Common Side Effects of Ketamine Treatment

Ketamine therapy may lead to physical and psychological side effects. Physical side effects can include temporary nausea and vomiting, elevated blood pressure and heart rate, and temporary dizziness or disorientation. Psychologically, patients may experience dissociation, perceptual disturbances, emotional instability, mood swings, and temporary memory and cognitive impairments. It is important to note that these effects are generally short-lived and resolve once the treatment session is completed.

Rare but Serious Adverse Effects of Ketamine Treatment

While rare, it is crucial to be aware of severe adverse effects that can occur with ketamine treatment. Psychologically, some patients may experience hallucinations and delusions. Moreover, individuals with pre-existing psychiatric conditions may see a worsening of their symptoms. Regarding physical complications, ketamine therapy has been associated with bladder and urinary tract issues and potential respiratory depression or difficulty breathing. These severe effects are rare but highlight the importance of close monitoring during treatment.

Factors to Consider Before Undergoing Ketamine Treatment

Before considering ketamine therapy, certain factors should be taken into account. Thorough patient assessment and a medical history review are vital to identify potential risks or contraindications. Clear communication with healthcare professionals, including depression doctors and therapists, must ensure an informed decision. Patients should fully understand the potential risks and benefits of ketamine therapy before providing their consent. Monitoring and follow-up care are crucial to ensure optimal outcomes and promptly address concerns.

Conclusion

Ketamine therapy offers a promising alternative for individuals struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD, and chronic pain. Its rapid onset of action and effectiveness in treatment-resistant cases has emerged as a valuable therapeutic option. While ketamine therapy carries a low risk of side

 Effects, it is essential to be aware of potential adverse effects and risks. Patients can make informed decisions about their mental health treatment journey by conducting thorough research, consulting with healthcare professionals, and considering individual factors. KetaMind Clinic Israel stands at the forefront of this groundbreaking therapy, providing hope and relief to many individuals seeking practical solutions for their mental health challenges.

Contact Us: Website: https://ketamindclinic.com Address: 5 Hayetzira St. Raanana Entrance B, 2nd floor Phone: +972.55.6636600 Email: staff@ketamindclinic.com

[ivitalizewellnessandtherapeutics]

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[mistydeyes]

pain killer fueled thoughts

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summary: Finally leaving the comfort of your base pharmacy, you're thrown into a makeshift medical tent. With the change of scenery, you went to work to make yourself useful to both the medics and the soldiers. This isn't your first deployment but it is the first time that someone under the effects of morphine and ketamine confesses their love to you. A sequel to "a panacea"

pairing: Price x pharmacist!Reader

warnings: medical/pharmacy terminology, medical inaccuracies, swearing, depiction of wounds, fluff, and flirting

a/n: it's finally here! to all my price fans who carried 49% of the votes, i hope you enjoy :)

🏷️ @fan-of-encouragement

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Assignments overseas were both exciting and painful for you. While you liked the different atmosphere, you spent most of your time making sure your makeshift pharmacy was stocked and ran around providing aid when needed. Every day was spent looking at the shelves and counting every bottle, vial, and box. When you weren’t occupied with that, you were prepping IV bags and debating with doctors regarding their treatment plans. You by no means had to face the horrors of fighting but it was frustrating, monotonous work.

However, besides the paperwork and bureaucracy, you hated seeing the friendly faces of your patients twisted in agony as the doctor reset their bones or stitched their wounds. You would spend your lunches at their bedside trying to ease their mind away from the pain and entertaining them with stories and your never-ending facts.

As you entered the temporary infirmary, you recognized the resting face of Captain Price. He was the only man there as the others had either recovered or been set home. You had heard he had become injured earlier this morning. A bullet through his neck/upper chest you would later learn. Miraculously, the bullet exited in one piece and missed his vital arteries and clavicle bone. You knew he’d heal well but you couldn’t imagine the pain he was in. He would be sent on the next flight home and was only here for the remainder of the afternoon. You worried about his condition.

As you entered, the field medic whispered that the Captain had just been wheeled onto the cot. They described his unit's quick actions in applying a Hemcon dressing to the entrance and exit wound. Once back at the base, they provided him with IV Lactated Ringer to provide him with some necessary electrolytes and nutrients. His case was a priority so within the next two hours he would be transferred to a proper hospital.

As you nodded at the standard procedure, the medic added, "The nurse and I hooked him up to an IV drip so hopefully it kicks it in soon." With that, the medic was off to either take a nap or get something to eat. If it were you, you’d be stealing some melatonin and passing out. You appreciated the medic’s information and started to walk towards Price’s cot.

“Y/N, what a surprise to see you here,” Price said, eyes still closed.

“I can see why you rose through the ranks. You have a scary sense of observation,” you joked and grabbed a stool to sit next to him.

“You’re just predictable. Plus how could I miss your recognizable perfume and soap? You have to tell me how they let you out of that mandated shit they call bar soap.” He replied, now turning to face you. He tried agonizingly to lay on his side as you rose from your seat trying to calm him.

“If you stop moving and rest, I’d let you have some,” you said adjusting his pillow and placing a hand on his stomach to lay him back down.

“Now doctor, is that a way to touch your patient?” he flirted. You knew the IV was beginning to kick in. You examined the label and noted the Captain was being infused with a cocktail of ketamine and morphine. You knew this was one of the strongest agents there was, learning it was first-line in extensive battlefield injuries.

His blabbering did come as a shock though as Price was always professional with you. Yes, the loving pet names left you wondering if there was more to him and you but you never received full confirmation.

Following Gaz’s visit to you, Price had become a close friend and you both were able to vent about your frustrations of the day. Although you both had confidential information you couldn’t share, he entertained you with requests to give Soap something that would shut him up and calm the Scot.

He was laughing on the verge of tears when you told him once that he should ask the veterinarian department for a muzzle and dog whistle.

“Oh, they really gave you the good stuff. There’s no way this is the strong, commanding officer I know,” you wanted to add ‘and love’ to the end of that statement but weren’t going to compromise yourself like that.

“I am much more than a commanding officer, Y/N.” he drowsily replied. “I can be anything, a lover, a boyfriend, even a husband”

God, they must have given him a hefty dose by the way he was speaking. You blushed profusely and soon felt too hot to be around him.

“Well, I’m sure some lucky person would cherish all of those. Although I’m no fisherman, I would say you are a catch, John” you responded with a giggle following.

“Not just any lucky person, I’m talking about the pharmacist Y/N,” he began and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Besides the fact he hadn’t remembered that you were sitting next to him, he was confessing his desire to marry you. What kind of £1 romance novel was this? “They’re beyond smart and I swear, their touch feels like silk. Oh, and I love the fact that florists have the red and blue striped pole in the front because of historic bloodletting practices.”

“Barbers,” you corrected, “barbershops have that.” You had told him that story on a late evening at the pharmacy. He had graciously shown up with a cup of his famous coffee as he knew you were preparing your medication list for tomorrow’s long meeting with the heads of the medical department. This was your 2nd assignment overseas and you knew they wanted a comprehensive list regarding what was necessary for deployment. Worse yet, this three-month timeframe meant you needed to supply for six months, in case anything happened. Somehow, as you sipped you both sipped your coffee into the early hours of the morning, you had landed on the history of medicine and barbers.

“Anyways, Y/N would make the perfect partner. I want to wake up to them in the morning and know they're safe in my arms,” he continued, “No one would pass up on the opportunity to have someone to come home to and share moments with.”

“I’m sure Captain L/N is an amazing person. Maybe you should consider taking them out of their pharmacy and have something more than just your coffee” you replied. After that night with Price, you would constantly look for his signature hat and dashing smile everywhere you went. You always happened to visit his office when you knew he was working long nights and always were coincidentally getting some fresh air as he took an afternoon smoke.

You wondered how his calloused hands would feel intertwined in yours and if you could taste the smoke on his lips from his bad habit.

“As soon as I get overseas, I’ll be sure to march into the pharmacy and sweep them off their feet, soldier. Just wait and see,” he said followed by a large yawn.

“John, I think it’s time to rest,” you said and slowly got up off the stool.

Reacting to your movement, he lazily grabbed your arm and asked, “Do you think they’d drop that stop-smoking crap if we were married?”

This man was full of jokes and painkillers. You wished you’d be able to take a video of him in this state. “Might just have to ask them yourselves when you’re better. You should get some sleep Captain, you have a long flight ahead of you,” you whispered as his eyes fluttered closed.

When Price woke up the next day in a proper hospital, he noticed his prized hat on the table next to him along with some other belongings. Leaning over, he reached for it and saw a small note written on a doctor’s prescription pad in its inner lining.

In precise handwriting, he read “To my coffee hero, I was touched by what you said even in your drug-fueled state. If you mean what you said, then I have a proposition for you. Once we’re both on leave and you’re recovered, fancy a date with me? Maybe we can roam the streets of London and I’ll be sure to keep you entertained with my facts.

With love, Y/N”

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It wasn’t years later that you provided Price with the exact words he had said to you. He would have loved it, only if you hadn’t revealed it to him in front of friends and family during your vows. ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

a/n I’m breaking the stereotype that pharmacists and doctors have bad handwriting

[defira85]

Bad night friends

Pippin has been unwell with a bit of a stomach bug over the weekend, we think it's because he keeps trying to eat palm nuts, but we're not sure. He didn't want to sleep last night or the night before, because he kept wanting to go outside for his tummy

Because I've had next to no sleep for two nights, my back is just. Nightmarish. Even lying in bed is agony

Told boss I'd be coming in late today because it was a pacemaker clinic, and I'm not needed for that because we get external technicians in to run the machines, and I tried to sleep a little more

Woke up because mum texted to say dad's in hospital in excruciating pain and has been there since 3AM and they don't know what's wrong with him but that the pain persisted through morphine, fentanyl, oxycodone AND a fucking ketamine infusion???? That they thought it was his gallbladder (lmfao. lol even) but the scans are inconclusive?

Also parents were supposed to be travelling to NZ later this week and do they have travel insurance? No. Of course not.

I didn't get offered a fucking ketamine infusion for my excruciating gallbladder pain

Anyway I probably shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel of a car because I can barely stay awake but we're at work baby, woo! So tired and in so much pain we can barely concentrate, let's throw a party. Someone buy me a second iced coffee

[xx4thwallfvck3rx]

syd march sensory aesthetics:

smell: bleach, fresh blood, bactine, hospital linens, rare steak with salt and black pepper, isopropyl alcohol 99%, the sweetness of rotting flesh

sound: white noise, sick voice, fire alarm, heart rate monitor, ambulance siren, your therapist asking the head nurse what she is allowed to bring you when she visits and you are not allowed to talk about your feelings lest it interfere with insurance so you tell her about memes and you tell her about tumblr and you tell her about your favorite characters and how you have a hard time distinguishing yourself from them sometimes and she never makes you feel bad or weird or wrong, the echoes your own retching off tile, the splatter of popsicle vomit on the pavement of the santa monica cvs parking lot near your treatment center, your own moans of pain and ecstasy when she digs her stiletto into your guts, your own ragged breath, the harsh and all seeing commands of the staff who hold you down and handcuff you to your hospital bed, her voice. her voice. her voice. the lilt of her fucking voice.

taste: v8 tainted with isopropyl, metallic, fresh meat, blood in your mouth, hospital turkey sandwich no cheese no confinement just bread and dead flesh fucking eat it or fucking starve, cum that tastes of bleach, bleach, creek water cleaned with drops of iodine, the salt of your own tears, the bitterness of a half dissolved half digested 10mg diazepam tablet as it comes back out your throat

touch: hospital linens against itching wounds, ice chips melting and sliding down your throat but never quite enough never enough to satiate your thirst, the feeling of the needle against the soft skin of your inner forearm, piercing, poking, prodding, plotting, the blissful detached numbness of a front-loaded ketamine infusion blossoming in your veins, your queen’s hair tangled within your trembling grasp, the feeling of his flesh severed beneath your fingernails when he dares to think he can throw you off of him, the feeling of rage in her eyes when you’re on top of her and she thinks she should be able to fight you off but you’re just so fucking hungry

sight: her beautiful fucking face. his handsome visage. their echos in your mind, behind your eyes, in your thoughts, dreams fantasies. stapled, sutured, scratched, carved. etched into your mind. the dark red of her sickly blood against her pillowcase. the smear of her lipstick on her phlegm covered tissues. your own pallor, your own lack. the deep purple that explodes across your skin. the contrast of the bruises he leaves you so that you know he loves you.

[mindlibertas]

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[blindgamermisadventures]

Has anyone done ketamine infusions for severe pain management? I have Neuropathy and Global Gut Dysmotility. I am currently on Pregablin and Moloxicam, but they barely touch it.

I am asking because my insurance doesn’t cover it and is $400.

I need to know if it is worth the money. Traditional medicine hasn’t worked so this is a gamble.

[crippledanarchy]

I'm at the part in House where they pretend psychiatric incarceration works and that denying pain control of any kind to chronic pain patients is helpful and I'm losing my fucking mind because they know ketamine infusions give house 3-4 months pain free and fully functioning, and then they just never bring it up again. 4 ket infusions a year could give this guy his life back but no he has to just suffer if the vicodin has too many side effects

[destroyingangelneveragod]

going to my MPPs office to meet with him about pushing for full coverage of low-dose ketamine infusions for chronic pain patients! song if choice as i am all dolled up in my suit is The Giver of course.

[anarcho-vixen]

I want to start using this more. I need an outlet.

So, to update folks on my life:

1. My dad has kidney cancer, and they keep finding reasons to push back his surgery date (btw, this is the “delay” part of “delay, deny, defend,” which is the phrase used by insurance companies regarding the process of letting people die for profit - the phrase that inspired the Brian Thompson’s (UHC CEO) assassin’s (allegedly Luigi Mangioni - I’m far from convinced, but he’s a comrade either way).

2. My dad just moved in around the corner - a very short walk from my current apartment… and I am moving away. Not far away - an hour and a half’s drive, maybe - but I’m… moving away. When he has cancer. And this is the first time we have been this close in years. And I’m leaving. I don’t want to. I don’t want to, but I have to, which brings me to…

3. I live in a state that is rapidly shitting out anti-trans bills, and I have a very, like, once in a lifetime opportunity to get out of this disgusting slum. It hurts to leave behind so many trans comrades who don’t have the privilege I do of getting or, or worse yet, the ones staying because they refuse to stop fighting back. I’ve been trying to comfort myself into saying “you’ll be living right on the border of the two states, you can still do be an advocate” but man… with that being said, we come to:

4: My mental health is… in shambles. I’m drinking as much as one can afford on a fixed income, I’m smoking so, so much fucking weed just to feel something even resembling “normal” - between the pain, and the trauma, and the depression, I rely on it so heavily. I do have a medical card in my state, but one, their prices are ridiculous, and two, the restrictions on amounts you can get allow me half of what I would need for a month, but that has to last 3 months. So… yeah. I don’t fucking buy from them, because why tf would I? But I digress. My mental health is falling apart, and I am leaving behind a REALLY FUCKING GOOD medical care team. But I live in a sanctuary city, and the state has decided to cut finding (among other things) to sanctuary cities, so like… how does one feel anything but hopeless under those circumstances? I have a good support network in the state that’s trying to kill me, and pert near nil support networks in the state that is trying to protect me.

5. I don’t know how my treatment is gonna go after moving. I rely on both Medicare and Medicaid, and Medicare is federal, so I do t have to change it, but might have to change my advantage plan; then there is switching Medicaid from one state to the other (not to mention EBT, which the state I’m in cut me off from). I got ketamine treatment here l, and it’s been life-changing - now I have no idea if I’ll be able to get access to it in the area I’m moving to, because only one kind (esketamine, the nasal spray Spravato) is covered by insurance, and the IV infusions are way easier to find. And that’s just one of so many carer-patient relationships I h d built over my time here. I need a new therapist, a new psychiatrist, a new GP, a new mental health case manager and supported community living staff, new transition/HRT healthcare, all while hoping my insurance covers it all.

This is all… really fucking hard. And really fucking scary. Housing insecurity trauma makes the entire moving process absolutely miserable for me.

I’m tired.

We’re tired,

[dark-is-d3ad]

You know what I was looking for but couldn't find? Ghost having fibro headcanons or fics. Gotta do it myself, then.

Disclaimer: I don't know if that would work out at all, something tells me he wouldn't be able to keep up with active duty if he had it, but anyway. Let's assume Ghost is a BAMF, and he finds a way.

• Price knows. Ghost told him when he got diagnosed, because he didn't want to be a liability in the field. He was scared that he'd get discharged. Price found him a treatment that actually worked instead. "Just check in with me if you're not feeling well, alright?"

Ghost rarely does. Only if he thinks it could impact the mission or he can't function at all, which doesn't happen too often.

• He's not new to pain, and he's got a high tolerance. Most of the time he can just push it down and ignore it, no one even suspects a thing. Or rather he thinks they don't. While most of the base really doesn't, Gaz and Soap have figured it out a while ago, and if he gets an unprompted cup of tea on the bad days, a nap break, or they go on a jog instead of sparring or lifting, it's pure coincidences. They care about him in their own little ways.

• With the infusions scheduled properly he's mostly doing really good. He trains, he fights, he's sharp and focused, and there's no repercussions from it. Sometimes he even thinks he made it all up. It's on very bad days when he clearly realises he still has it. It's there, just waiting for him to let his guard slide, and then it'll fucking melt his bones from the inside for days on end.

• Pain contributes to the scary aloof vibes he got. It does get him even more shut off and grumpy that he already is, though. That's how Soap tracks it.

• If it's really bad, he hides away in his room and sits it out. Also, he is bad at accepting help, especially when he's in pain, it makes him vulnerable. He hates it.

• Infusions fuck him up a little. It's a shit ton of lidocaine and ketamine that they drip into him slowly, monitoring it so they don't give him a heart attack. But it's just half a day, every 4 months, and then he's golden for a good while. Well worth it

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Sometimes it gets unpredictable. This one starts out as mild exhaustion and achy joints, and at first he writes it off as just being tired from a mission. They wrapped everything up and are heading back to base, so he'll just catch some shuteye and be fine. But by the time they land, everything is amplified, too bright, too loud, uniform coarse and prickly against his skin. It hurts like he was run over by a truck. His head feels stuffed, thoughts thick and blurry; it's exhausting to follow them, words and images fading in that sick black and white fog, sentences falling apart. It doesn't make much sense. He doesn't remember how he gets to his room. The bad-bad days are when Ghost fucking breaks, and this is shaping up to be one of those at record speed. He whimpers in relief when boiling hot shower takes some of the pain away, but for mere seconds, the short break only making the return of it sharper. It soon blends into a neverending stretch of pain-pain-pain, consumes him whole. He slides on the floor, water still flowing, and just sits there for a long while, not really being ready to move, head empty.

"Ghost? You alright in there?"

"What, Johnny?" he rasps. Sounds send waves of pins and needles through his body. It makes it worse.

"You're late for the debrief, Price asked me to get ye."

"Fuck," Ghost groans. How did he forget? "Give me a minute."

He's slow, his brain refusing to cooperate with him, but he manages to dress up. Pain and brain fog make him unsteady on his feet, like if he had a bad flu. When he opens the door, he's met with a concerned look.

"Are ye OK? Ye look like shite."

Ghost hates that concern wuth a subtle undertone of care in Soap's voice. It makes him feel weak.

"I'm fine. Leave it, Soap," he snaps. It's very apparent that he's not, but walking takes all of his focus, and thank god Soap follows him in silence.

Price sees right through him, but says nothing, just gives him a long look before they start. Ghost is not really helpful with the debrief. It's become even harder to focus, and his vision blurs slightly now. He manages to add some details to the intel they've got, but it really takes it out of him. When it's finally over, his gaze is glassy and unfocused, and he sees black spots from pain. He realises he might actually pass out. He really needs to get back to his room.

He leaves last, and stumbles into Soap who's apparently been waiting him around the corner, and has to grab him not to fall over. Soap steadies him on his feet.

"Lt? What's up? Fucking talk to me." He looks almost angry.

"Help me get to my room. Please," Ghost concedes. He feels fucking pathetic, but he's not in shape to make it back on his own. His ears are ringing, vision getting dark, pain searing throughout his whole body.

Soap walks him back along the wall, hand on his back.

"You sure you weren't injured today?"

"Affirmative."

He sees things in flashes. He probably closed his eyes at some point. Soap lands him on the bed, and at this point Ghost's given up. A particularly bad wave of pain makes him groan.

Soap takes matters into his hands from there.

"Let me check ya real quick." His hands run quickly, feeling Ghost's body.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere," Ghost moans, almost delirious from pain at this point, it doesn't feel real anymore. Johnny's there in his fever dream, undressing him, tucking him into bed. He wants to protest, but it hurts-hurts-hurts, so he's just trying not to make sounds. And he fails even at that.

"Got any pain meds? Want me to get medical?"

Ghost just shakes his head. "It will get better," he slurrs, "in a few days."

"Are ye outta yeir heid?!" Oh, now Johnny is properly pissed off with him. "Ye stubborn bastard," he finishes before he storms out of his room.

Ghost pulls the mask off. He's falling through the bed, exhaustion pulling him under. He knows he won't fall asleep, it hurts too much for that, but this limbo of not thinking and falling-falling-falling is the closest to comfort he can get now. He hears the door open again.

"Oh," goes Soap stopping dead in his tracks.

Ghost pulls the blanket up to his eyes.

"I got ye something," Johnny says quickly. "Here. It's weed-based, got some real deal in there, but they said it doesn't make you high. So no fun for ye, but it should help with the pain."

Ghost is up for anything at this point, so he takes it. The whole dose is in a syringe without a needle, and he lets the oil sit under his tongue for a bit, hoping that it will make it work faster.

"Water, snacks," Soap continues. "I'll stay until it works, alright? They said to return to them if it doesn't."

"Thank you, Johnny," Ghost says quietly. His breaths are still laboured, exhales sounding more like little whimpers. He is too tired to care.

Soap sits on the side of the bed.

"Can I try a thing?" He asks suddenly. "Mum used to do it when I had migraines. Maybe it will work for ye, too."

Ghost wants to be left alone, but he also wants it to pass, and Johnny's staying for about an hour anyway. Because meds. And that thing might help, too. So he nods.

Soap puts his hands on his head and gently massages it, strokes messy blonde hair lightly, puts a little pressure in just the right places. Touch is usually unbearable in this state for Ghost, but this is somehow perfectly balanced. He relaxes into it, and exhales. Relief comes in little tiny waves, taking the edge off the pain.

After a bit, he shifts closer to Jonny's lap, burying his face in the side of Soap's thigh. That way Soap doesn't have to extend his arms, it's better. It weirdly comfortable, and deep inside he just wants to stay like that forever.

"Don't stop," comes out soft and a little muffled.

Soap doesn't.

"I knew ye had something up, but I didn't know it was this bad," he says in a little while.

"It's just a bad day."

"And how often that happens?"

"Sometimes. It's usually more... manageable."

Ghost slides one of his hands from under the blanket. Soap picks up on the unsaid, and starts to do the same magic on it. The pain fades, slowly but surely, exhaustion and emptiness crawling in its place. Johnny's presence grounds him. He's torn between the urge to shut off again and the desire to just keep Soap there forever, he wants more, he needs more. It's suprisingly easy to give in.

"Stay," he asks, half-asleep.

Soap crawls in the bed, scooting himself over. He shifts a little, getting comfortable. Ghosts moves his other hand towards him, and Johnny continues with the massage.

The blanket slips off Ghost's face. "Didn't lie about the opposite," Soap thinks absentmindedly. His heart skips a bit, when Ghost buries his forehead in his shoulder and snuggles up to him.

"Next time it happens, tell me, OK?"

He feels the nod.

[eddieblrs]

you know how some people seeking pain management medication don't get help because doctors think they're just fishing for an opioids prescription?

well, i have the opposite problem where every time i go to the doctor to discuss my pain management and how my pain has been increasing since last year all i get is them prescribing me hydrocodone or asking me if i've tried a ketamine infusion even though i'm very sure my file details the fact that i am an addict in recovery 🧍