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[daisies-daydreams]

Can I request a oneshot where Keegan has a really bad migraine with a fever and the 141 gets a little jealous when Y/N who's a doctor takes care of him

Doctor's Orders (Keegan P. Russ x F!Doctor!Reader)

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x F!Doctor!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Swearing, Depictions of Medical Examinations, Jealous!141, Implications of Violence, Different POVs Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Hello there! I'm so so sorry it's taken me this long to reply to your request, but I hope you enjoy it! 💖

You sighed as you stepped into your office, the welcoming sight of your Keurig drawing you towards your desk. It wasn’t the routine medical check-ups that got you…it was your patients. If you hadn’t taken the Hippocratic Oath, you’re pretty sure you would’ve strangled them. One after the other, they never failed to flash you a cheeky grin, throw a wink, or say some cheesy pick-up line. 

You popped a new pod into the Keurig before sinking into your swivel chair. You rubbed your temples as you took a deep breath, the stress melting away as you felt the sunlight pour in through your window. A knock on the door suddenly stirred you from your thoughts.

"Duty calls," you muttered. You sat up straight and maneuvered a bit in your chair. “Come in,” you said. You raised a brow as the door creaked open before a familiar face appeared. 

“Good to see you, Russ,” you smiled as you slid your hand around the handle of your warm mug. Keegan was one of your favorite patients. Despite being curt, he was always respectful towards you. You frowned when you saw his unusually rosy cheeks and a sheen of sweat covering his face. 

“Russ, what’s wrong?” you asked as he sat in the chair across from you. The man’s dark eyes looked strained as he clenched his jaw. 

“I’ve got a killer headache, doc,” Keegan mumbled. “Feel like I have a pretty crappy fever, too,” he added as he folded his hands together. You scanned him up and down. Usually you refuse to see patients outside of office hours…but since he’s not really being a bother… 

You set your piping drink onto your desk before taking a forehead thermometer from one of your drawers. You saw his eyes soften as you stepped over, your white lab coat swaying a bit as you came near him. 

“Let’s have a look-see,” you smiled gently. He nodded, only to grunt and squeeze his eyes shut. You turned on the thermometer before scanning his forehead. You frowned when you looked at the small screen. 

“Well, your temperature is a bit higher than average,” you said. Keegan remained quiet as you pulled out a small flashlight. “I’m going to shine these in your eyes for just a moment,” you said. You examined his pupils, watching as they shrank in the light. “Hmm…doesn’t look like you have a concussion,” you thought aloud as you turned off the flashlight. “Are you experiencing any other symptoms? Shortness of breath? Sore throat?” you asked as you pushed the buds of your stethoscope into your ears. Keegan shook his head as you placed the diaphragm over his sternum. Your brows furrowed as the sound of his rapid heartbeat pounded in your ears. 

“Your heart’s beating awfully fast,” you frowned. You noticed his cheeks darkened another shade of red as you slid the metal piece to another part of his chest. “Take one deep breath for me,” you said as you took a deep inhale. Keegan followed you, his lungs sounding just fine. You hummed before checking his back. You flushed a little at the feeling of his muscles flexing beneath your simple touch. You cleared your throat and quickly stepped back. 

“I’ve had migraines before, but never one with a fever,” Keegan spoke up. You turned your head towards him and nodded. 

“Are you prone to sinus infections?” you asked as you splayed a wooden depressor over his tongue. The man blinked before slowly nodding. 

“‘Tis the season,” he said with a shrug. You chuckled a little before tossing the tool into the bin. 

“Well Russ, if you start to feel worse, come back and see me. But for now, I want you to rest, drink lots of fluids, and take plenty of ibuprofen and some mucus relievers. You can find them over the counter,” you said. Your breath hitched as he suddenly stood up, his chest nearly brushing over yours. 

“Thanks, doc,” he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he gazed into your eyes. You nodded as you smoothed your hands over your lab coat. 

“Of course,” you smiled with a nod. You walked him to the door, your brows arching as he paused in the threshold. 

“You know, you’re really good to us, (L/N). I’m not sure how us idiots would survive without someone like you looking out for us,” he grinned. Your throat tightened as you squeezed your hands together. 

“T-Thank you,” you mirrored his expression. Keegan gave a short nod, though you found it strange how quickly his demeanor shifted as he walked down the hall. You looked on before slowly closing your door. 

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Keegan rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Of course his heart was beating rapidly: he was mere inches from the most beautiful woman on base. He whistled to himself as he walked out of the clinic and into the rec hall. He paused in the doorway when he saw the 141 crew staring daggers at him just as he entered. 

“Is there something on my face?” Keegan asked. 

“Nah,” Soap said as he crossed his arms and glanced away. The American man raised a brow. 

“Come on, guys. This isn’t Mean Girls,” he grunted. 

“Then why are you lying like Regina George?” Gaz huffed. Keegan’s eyes widened a little before he composed himself. 

“People can still talk if they have a migraine, Garrick,” he said. 

“Sure, but you’re acting awfully spry for someone who has a fever, too,” Ghost grunted. Keegan’s lips tightened into a straight line. The men around him wore the nastiest glares as he cleared his throat. 

“I got better,” he said as he glanced behind his shoulder. 

“God dammit, Russ. Playing the wounded gazelle gambit? Really?” Gaz groaned. Keegan simply shrugged. 

“Hey, it worked,” he said. The three men’s eyes widened. 

“What?” Soap asked. The American smirked. 

“While the three of you were drooling over (Y/N), I took a more…subtle, approach,” he said. “Simple as that,” Keegan added. 

“Let’s get him,” Ghost said as he cracked his knuckles. The Sergeant held up his hands. 

“C’mon, gents, are we really going to resort to violence over our doctor?” he asked. The 141 silently stared at him as they slowly approached. 

“I guess that answers my question,” he laughed before turning on his heel. 

Epilogue 

“What exactly did you do to get a black eye?” you asked with a worried expression. Keegan hissed as he placed an ice pack over his dark, swollen eye. 

“You know me, always taking a joke too far,” the Sergeant shrugged. He glanced over at the door to see the 141 scowling at him. 

“You poor thing. First you have a fever and a migraine, and now you’ve got a big bruise on your face,” you frowned. Keegan nodded slowly and winced as his eye throbbed. 

“Just my luck, right?” he chuckled softly. You sighed. 

“Seriously, I want you to go back to your quarters and get some good rest. Doctor’s orders,” you said as you pointed your pen at him before writing him a note. 

“Yes ma’am,” Keegan grins softly as he takes the note between two of his fingers. You offer him a small smile as he slips off the examination table. 

“Take care, Russ. And I better not see you for the rest of the day, okay?” you giggled. Keegan’s heart skipped a beat at your bubbly laugh. 

“What if I saw you for drinks this Friday instead?” he asked. You paused as your cheeks flushed a little. You bit your bottom lip as you squeezed the cord of your stethoscope. 

“Depends on where we go,” you said as you narrowed your eyes. 

“Your choice,” Keegan replied. Your face lit up a little as you hummed. 

“Alright, deal. But on one condition,” you said. Keegan’s eyes sparkled as he nodded. 

“Sure. What’s on your mind, doc?” he asked as he straightened his posture. 

“You have to promise to stop pretending to be sick just to come see me, alright?” you said with a wry grin. Keegan’s jaw dropped. 

So much for being subtle. 

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[sweet-slut]

The text just said "Inspection. 8 o'clock"

Sweetie didn't know what to expect, but she was excited. Daddy hasn’t ever sent a text like that before. Not knowing added a little bit of fear to the arousal.  She tidied up her room, put on her favourite panties, and added a tiny bit of lip gloss to her fresh face.

It was already quarter to 8, but the waiting was intolerable. Sweetie lay on top of her bed, scrolling Tumblr but not actually paying attention. What kind of inspection? Her room? Her clothes? Her body?! Her other hand started to softly caress her hardened nubs through her soft t-shirt.

At 8 on the dot, without a knock her door swung open, and daddy stood at the threshold. He was wearing his work clothes, slacks and a collared shirt, and carried a small, folded satchel under one arm.

He smiled his warmest, most reassuring smile and said, "Hello Sweetie."

Sweetie's pussy clenched. Daddy can be so comforting and so scary at the same time.

Behind him, a woman entered. Sweetie had seen her before, a friend of daddy's, but they hadn't met. She was beautiful. Almost as tall as daddy with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She strode into the room and pulled behind her a large chair on wheels. It looked a bit like an office chair, but it had a foot rest and a lot more handles than you'd see on a chair like that.

The woman pushed the chair into the middle of the room, pressed a pedal with her foot, and a little clunk indicated the chair had locked into place.

"Inspection time, Sweetie. I need to make sure you're healthy and strong for daddy, because you're very important to me. Are you ready?"

Sweetie hestiantly nodded. She knows that it doesn't matter what she said, because when daddy asked "Are you ready" he didn't wait for an answer.

"Get in the chair."

His stern voice. The sweet talk was gone. It's started.

Sweetie climbed off her bed and walked towards the chair. The woman gave her a little nod and Sweetie climbed in. The chair was reclined just a bit, and her socked feet just met the footrest near the base of the chair.

"Good girl."

Daddy spun the chair around 180 degrees so now Sweetie was facing him. Without warning, the woman pulled one of the handles below the armrest and the back dropped down and the feet kicked up.

Sweetie was now looking forward at about 45 degrees. Daddy smiled and turned to his tool bag on the bed. Unfastening the button loop on the outside, he unfolded his bag into three segments, showing several different implements that Sweetie did not recognized. Some reflected like steel, others looked plastic, and see saw what looked like wooden depressors.

While Daddy was preparing, the woman came from behind Sweetie and took position just to her side, squatted down, and pulled some Velcro fasteners from under the arm rests. Before she could protest, the thick strap was around her arm and the chair; Sweetie couldn’t move it. The woman did the same with her other arm.

Sweetie has been tied before. She likes restraint. She likes giving up all control to Daddy, even when he's scary, but she hasn't been strapped like this before, and not by a stranger.

Daddy turned around to face his sweet girl. He smiled at her and looked pleased with the restraints. In one hand he had a tongue depressor and in the other, a plastic stick that looked like it could be a pen.

"Sweetie, I think this might be scary for you, but it's because I care for you. I want to make sure you're in good health. That sounds good, right?  Now, open your mouth, and say, "ahhhhh."

Sweetie did what she was told, because she does not want to upset him, and he's so good to her when he's pleased.

"Stick out your tongue."

Daddy approached her from the side and then came around behind her. Sweetie couldn’t see where the woman went. With her mouth open and her tongue out, Daddy leaned down from behind her and placed a hand on her chin. With his thumb and forefinger, he nudged her head a little to the right and a little to the left, not making any sounds other than a couple "hmmms" and a "yes, good." Then he placed the wooden stick firmly on her tongue and pressed. As he did that, he moved the pen device around her mouth, teeth, and tongue.

"Very good."

Sweetie felt a little warming inside from his praise.

Daddy retreated and moved back around in front of her. He leaned down to Sweetie's right leg and slowly rolled down the thigh high sock she was wearing, and then moved over to the left leg and did the same. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, as he removed her socks.

"Ok Sweetie, now I am going to ask for some help, alright? Don't be frightened."

"Darling," he said to the woman, "wouid you mind, please?"

The woman moved from behind the examination chair and went to Sweetie's bed where Daddy's tool bag was still open. She took out a pair of surgical scissors and came back to Sweetie's side.

Then the woman leaned in very close to Sweetie's ear, their cheeks as close as possible without touching.

"You're being very brave. I am not going to hurt you, but I need you to stay still, ok?"

Sweetie's nod was almost unperceivable, but she looked at the woman as if to say, "Anything you want."

The scissors came down to Sweetie's belly, with her little tummy exposed, and a tiny snip was made through the hem of the shirt. Daddy came around to the side of the chair and grabbed at Sweetie's shirt. Pulling where the cut was made, the thin material tore easily, exposing Sweetie's little titties to the room.

"Yes," Daddy said with approval. "They are very nice. Quite healthy for your age."

He then reached out with both hands and started to roughly handle and massage Sweetie's tits. He would squeeze and grab them, paying special attention to her nipples, which he would roughly flick back and forth with his fingertips.

Sweetie squirmed a bit at the pleasure, and Daddy said, "Good girl. You like it when I play with your titties, don't you?"

Not waiting for an answer, he stopped and went back to the bed, looking at his tools and considering. At the same time, he asked again for help. "Darling, could you please prepare her bottoms?"

"Yes dear."

The woman came back from around behind Sweetie, but now she was completely naked. Her body was astounding. Her breasts were not large, but still pointed straight forward. Her legs were long and strong. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a short triangle, the same dark brown as her hair. She smiled at Sweetie as she moved back around to the front of the chair, and it was a genuine smile: comforting, even a little playful. As she moved she said, "You're doing great, Sweetie."

The woman reached the front of the chair, bent over, and grabbed Sweetie's sleep pants by the waist and slowly pulled. Her panties went with them. Sweetie was excited and nervous and a little ashamed? Would her pussy be wet? Would the woman notice?

Once she'd brought her bottom's to Sweetie's thighs, the woman looked back at Sweetie and said, "Mmmm, you're lovely, honey." Her PJ bottoms kept moving down her legs until they were past her feet and off. She felt so exposed like this. She struggled a bit against the restraints but knew that she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere until Daddy's said so.

The woman folded Sweetie's little bottoms with care and placed them on the bed, and moved to take her position behind the examination chair again. As she passed, she reached her hand out to Sweetie's face, she caressed her cheek, and placed the softest kiss on Sweetie's lips. Sweetie couldn't remember a feeling so tender in her life.

"Excellent!" Daddy had turned around and looked pleased at the developments, "You're ready for the full examination now."

Daddy leaned down and grabbed the side of the foot rest, and pulled a latch. The foot rest split in two, and clicked upwards, now functioning as stirrups. With his rough hands, he took Sweetie's legs, one at a time, and carefully placed them in the stirrup, using another strap of Velcro to fasten her ankles.

Daddy looked pleased, seeing his princess exposed to him. Drinking in her body from her feet to her forehead. She was restrained tightly now, unable to move her arms or legs. He walked towards her, and got down on one knee between her feet.

"If you're a good girl, you'll be rewarded. Do you want that?"

Another nod. Sweetie loved daddy's rewards.

Daddy was staring straight into her cunny now. He wasn't touching her, but he was definitely close enough to see if she was wet, if she was aroused. She was embarrassed, she wasn't sure why, but she felt shame that Daddy was looking at her like this.

With a single finger, Daddy began to explore the outside of her parts. He moved from the inside of her thigh, to the outside of her labia, up to the top where her little hairs met the top of her cunny, and then slowly down the inside. He didn't say a word and Sweetie couldn’t see his face. He made no sounds, and Sweetie tried her best to do the same.

As his finger moved around, he was spreading her wetness all over. There was no hiding it from him now. He was making her lips wet, her sparse public hairs were wet, he even dragged his finger down and to her bumhole, massaging in little circles with his wet finger.

Sweetie finally gasped. Daddy made a little chuckle, but kept up with his explorations. Daddy's friend leaned down again, cheek to cheek with Sweetie, and said, "He's going to be so good to you. We both will. I hope you appreciate it. Only the best girls get this treatment."

Sweetie was finding it harder to control herself. Daddy's touches were becoming more deliberate. Before he would brush her clit somewhat accidentally, but now he was being intentional. There was no doubt he was running his finger back and forth over her little nub. Not as fast as she liked it, but she wasn't frustrated by his touch. She could feel the little storm brewing inside her.

Sweetie's squirming became more deliberate as well. She started to push back against his fingers as best she could, trying to capture his strong digits inside her. Daddy made a little chuckle and stood up.

"Yes, yes, Sweetie. I know what you want. We're almost done."

Daddy nodded again behind her, and the chair made another 'chunk' sound and tilted up another 20 degrees. Sweeties head was now parallel to the ground and her legs were above her hips.

Daddy took two steps forward and was standing between Sweetie's legs, his gaze directed to her wet pussy. Just as Sweetie was beginning to feel too exposed and too embrassed, the lady behind her leaned over and brushed her cheek again.

"Sweetie, you're so beautiful."

The woman paused long enough to see the flush in Sweetie's cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her lips to Sweetie's and just held there. Sweetie liked that she wasn’t aggressive or forceful. She kissed the woman back, opened her mouth just the slightest, and started to feel the woman's tongue brush her lips.

They were kissing now. Open mouths, tongues dancing, the occasional whimper or moan. Sweetie loved that this beautiful woman wanted to touch her. It made her feel so desired and special and so, so beautiful. Sweetie could feel her pussy dripping now. It was cool on her skin, and she could almost feel each individual drop travel down her wet lips, and then fall to the floor.

Then, with a shock, she realized she'd forgotten about daddy. She was unprepared for the intrusion she had just felt. She didn't know what it was that was inside her, but it wasn't his finger. It felt harder, colder, smaller. "He's put something inside me," was the only thought Sweetie could muster, distracted enough that she pulled away from the lovely lips of Daddy's friend.

Sweetie managed to tilt her head forward enough to see Daddy kneeled between her legs. It must have been that pointer or pen he had shown her. He was using it to push in and out of her cunt, then up and down her lips, and then back inside. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't particularly satisfying either. Sweetie wanted more, but she not dare ask for more. Daddy's in charge. Daddy will be good to me.

"Darling, would you come here?"

"Of course."

Daddy's friend practically glided to the front of the chair. Completely naked, she crouched down and took her position next to Daddy between Sweetie's legs.

"Look how wet she is. Look at how pretty her cunt is. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? Her holes are so tiny, but they will stretch out so big. Touch here," and then Sweetie felt a soft finger explore her pussy. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't shy either. The woman pushed deep, and Sweetie moaned.

"Oh," the woman spoke in half a groan, "she feels just wonderful."

"She does," replied Daddy, "hold this for me while I get another tool."

The woman took hold of the pointer without removing her finger. Sweetie could feel the two entering her with more coordination. Almost like she liked to touch herself with her pencil. Sweetie couldn't help but buck back a bit, trying to take the intruders deeper.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "Very soon, my dear. You're being so patient with us. It wont be long."

Daddy agreed. "Yes, we're almost finished here. You're the best we've ever had, Sweetie. You should be proud.

The woman withdrew her finger and the pointer. Daddy leaned down and Sweetie could feel something new at her entrance. Not his finger, but not a metal or plastic instrument. Slowly she could feel herself spread open. The intruder was big, but not unnatural. Daddy is pushing a plastic cock!

Sweetie was being penetrated by an unseen plastic dick and it made her feel a jumble of different emotions. She was ashamed and embarrassed by being so exposed, and proud to be Daddy's favourite, but more than all she needed to be filled. She wanted to feel how far this toy went, how much Daddy would push.

It wasn't long before Sweetie got her wish. Daddy kept pushing and pulling the plastic invader, deeper each thrust. Sweetie could hear the sounds her cunt was making, all squishy and sloppy and loud. She wanted it all. She wanted to be such a good hole for Daddy.

The fizzies and the sparks started to grow louder inside her. She stopped thinking about what was inside her or who was watching and instead only wanted more.

"Daddy…"

It was the first time Sweetie had addressed him directly.

"Hmmm..?" He didn’t look up from between her legs.

"D-daddy… I need it."

"What do you need, Sweetie?"

"I need it inside me. More of it."

He chuckled. "yes, I know you do, baby. I know you do. But that's as far as this toy goes. Would you like to try another?"

She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine, "Yyyyeeeesssssssssss…."

"Ok dear. I will get another."

"Darling, would you mind? While I find something bigger for our girl?" Daddy stood up and stepped back, and the woman took her position between Sweeties legs. She was pumping the dildo now, in and out, following the moans and pleas that Sweetie would make. Sweetie looked down and made eye contact with Daddy's friend. The look in her face made Sweetie blush.

Without breaking eye contact, the woman lowered her face to Sweetie's pussy and began to suck on her clit. Sweetie cried out. She moaned. She panted.

The woman did not stop, she sucked Sweetie's little nub while ploughing the plastic cock in and out of her. Just when Sweetie thought it was too much, the woman started to use her tongue, flicking over and over against the swollen bud.

Sweetie was overwhelmed. The feelings were too much. Her orgasm was building, but it might not come in time, the stimulation might break her. But the feelings were so good she didn't want them to stop. She wanted to be good for Daddy's friend. Daddy's friend was so good to her. Could she be her Mommy? She always wanted a Mommy like this, someone who could make her feel good in her head, in her heart, and in her cunny.

The plastic cock was moving in and out of her so fast now it was just a blur of sensation. Mommy didn't break eye contact, she kept kissing and licking and playing with Sweetie just the way she liked. No one had ever made her feel this special. She wanted so bad to cum for Mommy.

Daddy had other ideas.

Daddy turned back from the bed and watched from behind the woman. He didn't break his gaze from Sweetie's wet cunt. He looked pleased, but also he looked dangerous. The look Daddy gets sometimes.

Daddy placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and almost immediately she retreated from Sweetie's pussy. The beautiful kisses on her cunt stopped.

The cock was inside her, but not moving.

"aaaaahahhhhhhhhhhh"

"I know Sweetie," Daddy said, "this is all for you."

With one quick pull the plastic shaft was gone and Sweetie's pussy was clenching at air. She'd never felt so empty in her life. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she was quietly moaning, "no no no no."

"Daddy isn't cruel, Sweetie, you know that."

And before her brain could register the words that he had said, the whole of his cock entered her in one stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

She came right there. Daddy paid no mind and just stroked in and out at a swift pace. Withdrawing to the head and then pushing home again. Over and over. With each push Sweetie makes a gasp and Daddy makes a grunt.

Sweetie is just seeing stars now. She doesn't remember life before being this filled, and couldn't imagine ever being empty again. She'd rather die.

Slap-slap-slap-slap. Unh-unh-unh-unh.

Daddy's grunts got louder.

Sweetie couldn’t see her, but she felt her new Mommy between her legs. She felt a new intrusion in her bum. God, is that Mommy's finger? Oh god it feels so good.

Sweetie was fuller than she'd ever been. She was open, exposed, plugged and fucked and she never wanted it to end.

Daddy's started making a low growl. He was filling Sweetie so deep, she didn't know she could feel things there. Mommy's finger was deep enough that it pushed against Daddy's cock.

Daddy's growling became louder. He started breathing in gasps. His thrusts became violent and then

AAAAAAAAAAAAERRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHGH

Sweetie's cunt was overflowing with Daddy's cum. He didn’t stop pumping, he just pushed harder and harder, slamming into her. Sweetie was still restrained and pulled on the straps so hard she'd have bruises in the morning. Sweeties cunt clenched over and over again and she finally felt the release she craved. The orgasm came so quick it surprised her.

"Daddy! Daddy! Filllll meeeeee."

Daddy did keep filling her. He filled her as much as possible until her cunt couldn’t hold any more. Daddy finally stopped stroking and slowly pulled his cock from Sweetie.

Sweetie's new Mommy went back around to behind the chair and caressed her face. She left little kisses on her forehead and her cheeks. She made her feel as special as anyone had before. Sweetie was so exhausted and so overstimulated she briefly lost consciousness. Her head lobbed to the other side of the chair and she saw Daddy and his friend near the bed. Daddy's cock was in her friends mouth while she touched herself.

Daddy looked over and said, "Oh Sweetie, you're back. We have such a fun night planned, I hope you are ready."

'He's going to be good to you' oh fucking hell...I cant even decide what's the best part

I'm wet and needy and my pussy was clenching from every 'daddy' I'm this story. Using my little holes like this and being teased for like forever OMFG

I'm gonna tie my legs like this today and I'm gonna try to recreate it as good as I can...

I'm such a slut

[wilsonpussyindulgence]

a couple of years ago, i started having an allergic reaction. i broke out in hives on my legs, and i could not stop scratching. i would wake up in the middle of the night because i had drawn blood. i would sit on my couch and itch and itch and itch. now, i’ve never had this kind of reaction before; as far as i knew i wasn’t allergic to anything other than nickel, which i obviously didn’t have on or around me in any way. i knew whatever it was was in my apartment, because i didn’t itch at work or anywhere else, but i couldn’t figure it out. i hadn’t changed any soaps or fabrics or anything recently.

so i went to my GP, who shrugged and immediately sent me to a dermatologist. this was great to me, because i wanted an allergy test. from onset of itching to seeing this dermatologist, it was probably about four weeks, and while the itching waxed and waned, i was still covered in scabs when i finally saw someone who could help.

so i get my appointment, and i explain to the dermatologist what the problem is. less than a minute into the appointment, she interrupts me. that’s not a real thing i’m describing, she says. it’s not possible.

she takes my arm, and she runs a wooden…i don’t know, tongue depressor? down my arm. it immediately raises in an angry red line.

“you overproduce histamine. take a claritin”

i’ve never had a problem like this before, i say. i would like to get a general allergy test.

“it would be a waste of time. if you are still itching after the claritin, then maybe in another eight weeks.” and she leaves. i waited four weeks and she saw me for about five minutes.

i’m angry, but i take the claritin. it’s incredibly dehydrating on top of the other meds i take, so i take it for a few days and quit.

the itching…recedes. it’s on and off. it doesn’t get as bad as it was in those first few weeks again. i look up what she’s written in my chart. urticaria, common name hives. she diagnosed me with hives. no explanation for why i had a spontaneous outbreak of hives. i simply had hives.

there’s another thing, listed at the bottom, “dermatographic component.” i look up dermatographia. “dermatographia is harmless,” the mayo clinic says, “most people who have this condition do not need treatment. It tends to be more common in teens and young adults.” I am thirty, and I do need treatment. There’s one more thing in my chart: “Urticaria education provided and all questions answered.” Really. News to me.

I am SO frustrated, but the itching isn’t bad enough anymore to keep pursuing it. i am defeated. i still think about it, occasionally, on and off. She is right, about the dermatographia. It’s the cause of what they call “skin writing.” But if I redo that test, making a red line along my arm or even on my leg where the hives were, it doesn’t itch enough for me to scratch it to bloodiness. But I still don’t have any good answers about why, for about two months, I broke out in hives so bad I had to be fully clothed every second of my day.

unrelated to that, i just read about an autoimmune condition that causes you to have random allergic reactions apropos of nothing. it’s fine. no big deal!

[crinkled-emotions]

Buck + 24 (from the 2021 list) Buddie❤️ if you'd like

heheheh of course!!

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Before Covid broke out, a sneeze in a firehouse was... a non event. It might not have even been blessed if no one was really paying attention. It might have received an "ew, you just got snot all over me!" if they were in the engine, but other than that... no big deal.

Now, well...

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"Say ah, Buck."

"Ah- hey! Hen, I'm fine, it was just a sneeze."

Buck pulled away when Hen came at him with a wooden tongue depressor, a grimace on her face. It reminded Buck of when he'd let her practice a couple of her med school practical exams on him. He'd been poked, prodded and she'd declared his veins a "dream" after the sixth time trying to pull blood from Eddie and Chim. Bobby had politely declined... the fear of needles lived on apparently.

Speaking of, the three stood ever so slightly behind Hen with a shared dubious look amongst them.

"Buck, that wasn't a sneeze," Chim said. Eddie nodded.

"I heard Mt Vesuvius produced less of a noise than that," he added. He and Chim shared a high five behind Bobby's back. Bobby sent Buck the Knowing Captain (tm) look, then glancing at Hen.

"Fever?"

"No, but his throat is a little red. Any exhaustion, nausea?"

"For a sneeze? C'mon, Hen, I'm good-"

The alarm blared into the firehouse, disrupting her next line of questioning. They all leapt into action; Hen and Chim hopped into the front of the ambulance whilst Bobby, Buck and Eddie climbed into the engine. Buck scooted over as Eddie began rifling around in his emergency pack under his seat, finally offering Buck a mask. Buck just glared at him.

"I'm fine."

"Humour us, Buck," Bobby requested firmly from the front seat. Buck did as told, but then knocked his knee against Eddie's.

"It's a sneeze."

"I swear I felt the walls shake a little. That was not a sneeze."

-

By the time they got back from that call Buck was, admittedly, feeling a little... run down. He may have promised Bobby no couple-y activities in the firehouse (including the engine this time, Buck!) but he figured it was fine to use Eddie's lap as a pillow. It wasn't like Eddie particularly minded; if anything he practically made room for Buck to do so on the couch.

"Oh, man, c'mon," Chim started up the light-hearted complaining as Buck's head touched down in its final destination, "what happened to no couple's shit in the firehouse?"

"May I remind you of you and Maddie getting together?" Hen asked, not even looking up from the report she was writing. Chim held up a finger.

"That's completely different-"

Buck tuned out their squabbling, half asleep already. Eddie's fingers were working through his curls, from roots to end followed by an affectionate brush over the back of his neck.

"You should go lie down," Eddie whispered softly. Buck waved him off.

"I am."

"On a real bed."

"You call the bunks a real bed?"

Buck opened an eye, slowly looking up at his boyfriend. Eddie snorted.

"Do you need anything?"

"Nope."

-

"Is he still out?"

Eddie glanced up from where he was flicking through social media on his phone, nodding at Bobby.

"Yeah."

Buck, indeed asleep against him, adjusted slightly and Eddie brushed a hand over his side to settle him. His snoring turned loud, nasally as he moved on to his back and Eddie grimaced.

"Guess it wasn't just a sneeze."

His hand went down, finding Buck's forehead to check for a fever.

"Damn, yeah, he's warm."

"I'll go call in a cover."

Bobby headed downstairs for his office and Eddie leaned down, brushing a kiss to Buck's forehead.

"Hey, Buck, c'mon. You need to go home."

"S'just a sneeze," Buck murmured. Eddie smiled.

"Sure."

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[scots-doc]

@resus-girl-2 Part 9

When he has finished checking your ears he changes the disposable cone from the otoscope and then asks you to tilt your head back and he then examines your nose. He then sets down the otoscope and exchanges it for a wooden tongue depressor and penlight.

Dr Grant then instructs you to open your mouth and you feel the tongue depressor go in, you then taste it’s wooden flavour as it touches your tongue. He clicks on the penlight and loo into your mouth, moving the tongue depressor around, using it to hold your cheeks and tongue out of the way as he examines your mouth and teeth.

You sit there allowing him to go about the various tasks of his examination, your mind still trying to comprehend how you found yourself in this situation and what exactly this means for you.

Dr Grant asks you to say ahhh as he pushes your tongue down with the tongue depressor to examine your throat. Once he was done he turns off the penlight, takes the tongue depressor from your mouth and snaps it before dropping it in a bin. You close your mouth and instinctively lick your lips and swallow, wetting your mouth after it being open for so long.

After disposing of the tongue depressor Dr Grant returns to the side of the table and places his hands on the sides of your face and starts to feel the glands in your jawline and neck, he then moves downwards and feels along your collar bones, assessing those glands. He then moves his hands to your head and feels his way over your skull and then down the back of your neck.

He then makes his way to the counter and returns with a reflex hammer and a blood pressure cuff.

[writingescapades]

Lyney & Merlin 1

The boxes were finally unpacked. Gauze strips, injections, cotton swabs, and tongue depressors all put in their designated spots. The doctor finished cleaning the windows and stretched. She looked around while hearing the cracks in her shoulders and back. It wasn’t much of a doctor’s office, but it was better than nothing. It was clean and ready to greet Fountain’s poor and ailing, and really, that was all that mattered at the end.

“Well, I think we’re ready for tomorrow, doc”.

The voice came from Sylvester, the head, and only, nurse.

“You sure you still want to work here, Sylvester? You still have a few hours to run away”

“Ah yes,” Sylvester sighed. “I deserve better than this”.

“You do”.

“Keep that in mind for my next paycheck,” Sylvester winked.

They put away a few last items then locked the doors. They both sighed and looked at the sign above: Ally Doctor. It was a simple wooden board carved by a grateful past patient. The doctor took it everywhere with her. Below, stuck on the door was a paper stating: New Patients Welcome. The quiet was soon interrupted by the mewling of ally cats.

“Really picked a location, eh doc?”

....... 6 months later .........

“You’re late!” Sylvester chided as the doctor entered.

“Oh hush, I’m not that late! And I had a late night,” the doctor snapped back as she took off her coat and hung it on the coat holder.

“Excuses,” Sylvester snorted. “Miss Ambrose is in 1, Ducky Collar is in 2, and I put Marvin Trout in 3, but Archons know where he is now”.

The doctor grabbed the files Sylvester held. Ignoring his rebukes at not reading the files, the doctor walked into her office and grabbed her stethoscope. She entered room one.

“Miss Ambrose?”

Miss Ambrose was one of the doctor’s first patients. A short stocky women in her fifties, Miss Ambrose, as she insisted on being called after her husband passed, had a sarcastic temperament. If she came in because her elbow was hurting, it was hurting, but really, it was because she actually had bruised her shoulder and didn’t notice.

“Is it you doc? Or did I die waiting for you?”

“Well, seeing as you’re in a doctor’s office, I’d place my bets with the living”.

“Ya, I suppose.,” Miss Ambrose chuckled. “Imagine though, dying and finding the afterlife being nothing more than a clinic”.

“So what brings you here today Miss Ambrose?”

“I think I’m dying.”

“Again?” the doctor sighed.

“This time I’m sure. See, I got this chest tightness,” she trailed off.

“Where exactly is the pain?” The doctor asked.

“Right here,” Miss Ambrose pointed her thumb directly to the centre of her chest.

“Uh huh, and what did you eat this morning?”

“Yesterday’s leftovers-- pizza”.

The doctor got up and reached into the medical cabinet. She pulled out a pill and gave it to Miss Ambrose.

“Take that”

“What is it?”

“An antacid. After you’re done come into my office, I want to talk to you”.

The doctor stepped out of the room and headed towards room 2, bumping into Marvin Trout on the way.

“Marvin!” she exclaimed.

“Hey doc, did you notice the amount of dust you have on the ceiling? I think I saw cobwebs”.

“It’s the new Halloween look we’re going for,” the doctor grumbled.

“It’s September, doc,” Marvin explained gently, as if the doctor was so busy she forgot what month it is.

“It’s November Marvin, just, just go back to room three and wait for me, okay?”

“You’re the doc”

Marvin headed back to room three, but went somewhere else again. Noting this, the doctor went into room two.

“Hello Ducky, what’s troubling you today?”

“You tell me”.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, I came here for a physical. Didn’t Sylvester write it? So now it’s your job to tell me what’s wrong”.

The doctor glanced at Ducky’s file and groaned internally.

“Alright,” she said as she washed her hands. “Let’s get your measurements”.

...

The doctor plopped into her office chair and stretched. What a day. First there was Miss Ambrose and having to explain that a person in their mid sixties should not chow down six slices of pizza, no matter how young they feel inside. Then there was Ducky and whole bunch of other patients with their aches and complaints. The doctor paused. Ducky’s blood pressure had been too high. And Marvin, Marvin was getting worse. He needed specialized care, care he could not possibly afford. That’s what most of them were here for.

“Merlin?” Sylvester's voice gently called the doctor our of her reverie. “Michael from Archons Hospital left a message. Something about making a space for Marvin?”

Merlin looked at him, questioningly.

“He said they’re all filled up in the Alzheimer's unit, but he’ll reach out to other hospitals.”

Merlin snorted. “Who’d have though space could cost so much?”

Sylvester gave a bemused smile and went back to his paperwork.

...

Walking home, Merlin looked up above her. Skyscrapers stood tall and proud. Lights blared down below emphasizing all kinds of merchandise and people speedily walked by. It didn’t matter which culture or which archons, people were always busy and preoccupied.

[my-never-ending-nightmare]

Lunch. Note the flimsy, wooden fork. A couple years ago my government banned single-use plastic. Ostensibly so that they could save the environment, but really so that they could appear to be saving the environment. At first we only lost plastic straws and had them replaced by paper straws that last about 10 - 15 minutes before becoming soggy and gross (and were recently discovered to contain more toxic chemicals than plastic straws) but now they’ve come after forks, knives and spoons as well.

Imagine taking one of those tongue depressors that look like oversized popsicle sticks from the doctors office and then whittling that into a fork. It probably would be much less frustrating than this to eat with because at least then you could take pride in the skill that it took to make.

Whatever happened to all the tree huggers??

[joyamedicalsuppliesau]

Tongue depressor constructed from 100% non coloured plantation pine timber, and finished with a smooth polished edge. It is suitable for hospitals and medical examination rooms. Get Tongue depressor in Australia from Joya Medical Supplies.

[woodcutlery]

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WOODEN TONGUE DEPRESSOR compared with similar products on the market

[dwtableware]

Disposable Wooden Tableware Manufacturer Vinzor Wood

Vinzor Wood is a company based in China that specializes in manufacturing and exporting disposable wooden tableware products, including wooden cutlery, wooden forks and knives sets, tongue depressors, coffee stirrers, and more. It is specially experienced ice cream sticks manufacturer during past years.

With over 15 years of experience in the industry, Vinzor Wood is capable of producing and exporting high-quality wooden tableware products to customers all around the world. The company places a strong emphasis on sustainability and eco-friendliness, using only natural and biodegradable materials in our products.

Vinzor Wood prides itself on its ability to offer customized solutions to meet the specific needs of its customers. We have a team of skilled designers and engineers in the production, and professional sales team who can work closely with customers to create custom designs and packaging options.

Vinzor Wood also has a strict quality control system in place to ensure that all products meet the highest standards of quality and safety.

Overall, Vinzor Wood is a leading manufacturer and exporter of wooden tableware products, known for their quality, eco-friendliness, and customization options.

For more information visit www.vinzorwood.com and call +86 158 5456 8964 or email Laurice@vinzorwood.com

[speechgears]

SpeechGears Tongue Depressor Versatile Device for Speech Therapists

Tongue Depressor is most versatile device for the speech therapists. Wooden Tongue depressor has a lot of limitations while using on neurodiverse kids. It may chip off, if child bites it accidentally. It is simple in design and can be used once due to hygiene issue.

We realised that it’s a powerful and multi function device which can be used for all oral motor activities such as Tongue lateralisation, Tongue elevation, Tongue folding, frenum strengthening, lips strengthening, in oral sensories, test buds rejuvenation, and a lot more for that a Tongue Depressor should be properly designed. SPEECHGEARS Tongue Depressor is designed for all oral musculatures activities. It is transparent, colourful, flawless and has sensory surfaces. It has shear strength parallel to wooden tongue depressors but also can bend and come into original form. It can be used as many times and can be sterilised either by ETO process or by hot water. It’s also an anti fungal. I applaud SPEECHGEARS team for bringing such tools to help SLPs and phonologists.

[yeomanhealthusa]

Discover the Versatile Line of Puritan Medical Swabs and Applicators

At Yeoman Health and Wellness, we take pride in offering a comprehensive range of high-quality medical supplies and wellness products. As a trusted distributor, we are excited to present the full line of Puritan medical swabs, kits, and other single-use applicators and Puritan tongue depressors. In this blog, we'll explore the versatile options Puritan provides, ensuring the utmost reliability and accuracy for various medical procedures.

Puritan Wood Tongue Depressors:

The Puritan Standard Wood Tongue Depressor is a staple in the medical field. Manufactured with precision and consistency, these tongue depressors provide a reliable tool for throat examinations and other diagnostic procedures. 

Furthermore, Puritan offers the Puritan 4.5 Sterile Infant Wood Tongue Depressor, specifically designed for use with infants, ensuring their comfort and safety during examinations.

For added convenience and hygiene, the Puritan Regular Tongue Depressor Individually Wrapped allows for easy storage and retrieval of each sterile depressor. These individually wrapped depressors are an excellent option for healthcare providers seeking a practical and sanitary solution.

Puritan Medical Swabs:

Puritan continues to be at the forefront of medical swab manufacturing, delivering exceptional products to professionals worldwide. The Puritan Medical Sterile Standard Polyester Swab is a trusted choice for general-purpose specimen collection and transport. With its superior collection capability and sterile packaging, it ensures accurate test results and reduces the risk of contamination.

Another popular option is the Puritan Sterile Standard Foam Swab with a Polystyrene Handle. This foam-tipped swab is designed to efficiently absorb and release liquid samples, making it ideal for viral and bacterial cultures, as well as DNA testing.

If you require a larger cotton swab for specific applications, the Puritan Large Cotton Swab with a Wooden Handle offers excellent absorbency and durability. Its wooden handle ensures a secure grip and easy maneuverability during sensitive procedures.

Why Choose Yeoman Health and Wellness:

As a trusted distributor, we are committed to providing you with top-notch products from reputable brands. We understand the urgency of medical supplies, and that's why our in-stock items typically ship on the same day. We offer free standard shipping on all orders within the United States, including Alaska and Hawaii, ensuring a hassle-free experience for our customers.

To Summarize: 

When it comes to medical swabs, kits, and other single-use applicators, Puritan has established itself as a reliable and industry-leading brand. We proudly offer their full line of products to cater to the needs of healthcare professionals. From tongue depressors to medical swabs, each item is crafted with precision and quality in mind, ensuring accurate and efficient medical procedures.

Explore our website to discover the diverse range of Puritan products, along with other trusted brands such as smartCRUTCH and York Nordic. Take advantage of our same-day shipping and free standard shipping in the US to ensure you have the supplies you need when you need them most. Visit our website today to explore the comprehensive line of Puritan medical swabs,Puritan tongue depressors. Trust Yeoman Health and Wellness as your reliable source for high-quality medical supplies and wellness products. Shop now and experience the convenience, reliability, and efficiency Puritan offers in the world of medical applicators.

[nailsupplyblog]

A professional waxing kit must have these five items.

For ages, the standard treatment for unsightly facial and body hair has been waxing. But you'll need the right tools for a treatment to be effective. Before you schedule nail salon supply store near me a service or attempt a DIY waxing project, learn about these five essential professional waxing materials.

1. Earlier and Later Care Products

Preparing the skin for a wax treatment and relaxing it afterwards are essential steps in the procedure. Pre-wax skin cleansers help the wax adhere to the hair effectively and lessen the possibility of side effects including acne, redness, ingrown hairs, or a tight skin feeling.

Post-wax lotions eliminate any traces of wax that may still be present and lower the risk of infection. Additionally, they reduce the sticky sensation that can linger after a wax treatment.

2. A good wax

It is critical to pay close attention to the wax's quality. The components, and the purity of the components, are crucial considerations when employing hard wax or soft wax. Look at the ingredients to make sure the wax you use contains natural resins and emollients like coconut or olive oil, honey, or botanicals. Using different methods to remove hair depends on the wax you use because harder wax has a greater melting point.

You can remove hard wax without a strip because it only sticks to the hair. The application and removal of a strip are necessary for soft wax, which sticks to both skin and hair. When applying hard wax, the skin must be prepared with a pre-wax oil to protect it; soft wax is preferable.

3. Applicators

Spreading the wax on the area where hair needs to be removed requires wax spatulas or wooden sticks (kind of like tongue depressors). Both curved and straight edges are possible for applicators. With the kind with straight edges, it is simpler to define the hairline precisely on the brows or in the bikini region.

4. Particles or Oil

Prior to applying soft wax, a pre-wax powder absorbs extra skin oil, ensuring that the soft wax sticks more to the hair than to the skin. Pre-wax oil protects and conditions the skin to reduce irritation during hard wax treatments.

Make sure you have the five essential professional waxing supplies, whether you're waxing at home or getting a service in a salon. Pay close attention to the wax kind, sterilization methods, and cleanliness. Don't wax over nail tech supply inflamed skin or breakouts, and be prepared with pre- and post-wax skin treatments. Before and after waxing, wait until your skin is clear and you can cleanse, protect, and treat it without causing further irritation.

[wendrin]

MEDICAL FACT!

doctors had to invent those little wooden "tongue depressors" because they were tired of patients moaning when they used thumb