#Ventricular Septal Defect

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

The Research Journals of Satyendra Sunkavally, page 40.

[yashodahealthcarehospital]

Atrial Septal Defect (ASD) or Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD) is generally termed as hole in the heart, a type of congenital heart defect.

An Atrial Septal Defect (ASD) occurs when there is a hole in the walls (septum) between the two upper chambers of the heart.

Small defects in the atrial walls do not cause a problem as such and get closed on their own during infancy or early childhood.

A large hole in the atrial wall on the other hand, may have to be treated surgically because in this case, the hole increases the amount of blood that flows through the lungs. Hence, the defect needs to be repaired to prevent further complications.

[notkimberlyerikson]

everyone is in the hospital today. My aunt’s in her 10th hour of labor with this baby- at her own insistence, she refuses any alternatives. My grandma passed out in her living room on our way to get her to see my aunt. My brother was already in hospital, but had to be taken into the emergency room all of a sudden on our way over- we got a call from the hospital and thought it was something about the baby, but turns out one of the holes in his kidney has opened back up- apparently one appeared in his liver too. Its a lot right now.

Mom keeps yelling at me in the waiting area in between yelling at hospital staff- about incompetence in “these liberal run hospitals that care more about killing babies than birthing them” (her words, not mine) about dad leaving her behind with two kids and a house to take care of, about me not doing enough. She’s panicking. She was like this when they first discovered the holes in Ed’s kidney, she was like this when dad died. It still sucks. Everything sucks today. And I know nothing I do- even if I were to disappear- will help.

[healthcaresolutions-cbe26]

Ventricular Septal Defect (VSD) is a type of congenital heart defect in which a hole is present in the wall that separates the two lower chambers of the heart. It is one of the most common types of congenital heart defects, affecting 1-2 out of every 1,000 babies. In this blog post, we will discuss the causes, treatment, and prevention of VSD. We will also provide an overview of the symptoms associated with VSD, as well as the prognosis for those with this condition.

[mels-medarda]

Sitting in the hospital at 1 am from having heart surgery today and my chronic pain and that surgery pain is at an 8. So let's try to distract ourselves from it. (I just got my pain med so hopefully I'll feel better soon)

So you know how in Arcane when Viktor tells Singed (Silco's Dr and probably a gay lover) that he understands why he did everything to save Rio, and it's because he is dying and wants to live. When he just says, "I understand now" .... That fucking hit me. Because I live in a state of fight or flight bc of my chronic nerve pain and other things. I'm disabled and chronically ill. I'm not in Viktors place but I understand him. Bc when you lay there, with doctors leering over you as you go under for a painful heart surgery, you know you've got months of pain ahead. It sucks 😞 I don't think anyone who isn't a spoonie can truly understand it.

I am sitting up in bed with the lights off, my IV is dripping antibiotics in my veins. My left arm, bandaged from above my shoulder over my heart down to my hand. Covered in stickers for leads. And I know that I would definitely do a lot to try and make myself feel better. Get sleep.

I just know that Viktor is a great portrayal of sickness and pain and fear of death. I know that I'm not gonna have some miracle that heals me instantly. I fucking wish I could. But yeah just here to kinda say that, as I write this on my phone with one hand ... Chronic illnesses and pain suck.

Also fuck Jayce for not really understanding Viktor when he returns from the Undercity.

[indianhealthguru]

Ventricular septal defect commonly referred to as a "hole in the heart," is a congenital heart anomaly characterized by the presence of an opening in the septum that divides the heart's lower chambers.

[healthcareconsultant458]

Open heart surgery is a complex medical procedure aimed at treating severe heart conditions. It involves accessing the heart through an incision in the chest to repair damaged arteries, valves, or other heart structures.

[phindia]

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[risker-risky]

Rain n' Thunder.

Lil au I made inspired by @beluvbug's au, PoGD! I felt very seen with their au and I wanted yo also project all of me onto a character, and rainbow dash fits me and my problems(and many I probably don't know.)

She has VSD( Ventricular septal defect) ever since she was a filly, she couldn't do much sports or activity, since its not goof to stress out her heart, may causing him to become very hurt or worse. But during a race with her bully she preformed a sonic rainboom, earning her cutie mark but forever changing her physical body, making it harder to be active for long periods, she now lives with fluttershy in her cabin years later, she had tried to sign for the wonderbolts but her adhd kept him from focusing. Barely making it pass, bur even now she avoids it because the fear of hurting herself and dissapointing others.

[dropthedemiurge]

Boys Be Brave [EP.5] // Translation notes

I'm back with my - I guess?? - already weekly analysis of something Gaga subs might've missed in this show. Because apparently, the silly show got deeper and I'm staying here until the very end :D

First of all, I was curious and checked whether there is anything about Kiseob's illness, and there is! There are two diagnoses:

상세불명의 심실중격결손 상세불명의 심방중격결손 Unspecified Ventricular Septal Defect, Unspecified Atrial Septal Defect

I am not a doctor definitely, but quick googling told me it's a heart defect (also called as 'a hole in the heart') which can have symptoms of heart malfunctioning. Which would! Explain even more! Why Kiseob has wrist watch that always measures his pulse and why on several occasions he was wondering why his heart was beating so fast next to Jinwoo (well, one for obvious reasons and another one is this).

And it's something you have since birth so he's been dealing with medication his entire life. Which would also explain further - after the scene with his sister - why the urge to be a people pleaser is so serious and so ingrained in him.

Another interesting language detail I noticed in this scene. Kiseob says "That's why I just agree to anything" but it doesn't translate well to english, because the verb 좋아/좋아해 can mean "I like" (eating medicine) and "I like (the idea)/I agree". So first he started lying that yes, he likes taking medicine, and that transferred to him saying that yes, he likes this, he agrees with this (whatever that is, anything he is proposed with)

"I cannot like anyone, right?" "Why not? You're a bastard with a lot of money"

This phrase references all the previous phrases that other people used to describe Kiseob, but Balgeum doesn't sense the real problem of his friend because the phrasing is general, it can also mean 'I have no chance of loving someone', and that's why Balegum thinks it's just Kiseob having low self-esteem or something. And also to him having money = being able to love, letting himself confess and date the one he loves, so of course, that's his answer. Kiseob has a lot of money, why wouldn't he confess to Jinwoo if he likes him?

But Kiseob can't because he doesn't even know his own feelings, and everyone around tells him he doesn't have the ability to love someone.

"Giving me (toilet paper) as if I moved to a new house"

Now, I cannot be the only one thinking years ago why the hell Koreans give each other huge packages of toilet paper when they visit someone xD But this is also a cultural thing!

When your friends move to a new house, you are supposed to come with gifts and usually with very practical ones, like toilet paper (very common gift). Rich friends can give you coffee machines or humidifiers or something like that. In my country, when you visit friends (not moving houses but still), you usually bring some desserts or food to have with tea. So for some countries, toilet paper is a norm :D

Balgeum has been living in his small apartment for a long time but it's the first time Inho visits his house so he's giving it a gesture of respect (but still an awkward one).

[Interrupting my broadcast to scream about cuteness and awkwardness of Balgeum x Inho AAAAAHHHHH Now back to the schedule]

...No, we will definitely focus on scribbling over Jung Kiseob's name for 100th time, absolutely distracted from any historical knowledge going in the background ^^

Oh! By the way! I remember being surprised that, apparently, some people on social media were uncomfortable with Kiseob seemingly 'feminizing' himself to be likeable by Jinwoo. Let me tell you that no, Kiseob doesn't do that at all!

There is nothing truly that indicated that he wants to be a ideal girl for Jinwoo (who has non-gendered perfect type list as I mentioned in my previous translation notes post!). He doesn't even use typical school-girl aegyo on Jinwoo (aka acting cute), maybe a tiny bit but it's not typical and it's not usually in his language at all. He talks gently and softly a lot! But he doesn't add typical cuteness in the way he talks (like there's no pouting, mumbling words and ending sentences with -ung).

I talked about dress = one-piece = jumper suit being the same in Korean but Kiseob literally only follows what Jinwoo wrote about a person he likes (not girl). As I described it, "he's using loopholes in Jinwoo's specific list in a true himbo way" :D He doesn't really do anything girly and doesn't pretend to be a girl as I can sense.

And I don't think I need to clarify another time, but falling in love during first snow/first sight is one of Jinwoo's list. Which Kiseob already fulfilled but he doesn't know that, and he just saw Jinwoo being with Hyejin witnessing first snow, which was the last straw for him to admit his failure and give up pursuing Jinwoo.

By the way, Koreans really think the first snowfall is a romantic event, like there are saying you'll fall in love with/be happy dating with someone you'll be with during first snow^^ It comes up in many Kdramas.

[scarlettscribbles]

prologue

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, mentioned Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.7k words - The words were on the tip of her tongue before Coriolanus had let it slip that he'd killed three people.

As Lucy Gray became a ghost lost in the wind, so did her secrets.

a/n: i cannot stop thinking about snowbaird !! inspired by my visenya-verse and also bc i love writing about children being loved :)

also, shout out to PlayingTheGameOfThrones' It's Quiet Uptown! i was reading snowbaird fics and i was so happy to find a secret kid fic. literally squealed in excitement bc i was like, that's what's literally in my brain rn

In truth, Lucy Gray was too young to be doing this. Halfway eighteen, with her heart broken by a man — a boy, really — who almost killed her. Ironically, the suspect of her current predicament was the same person. Oh how Lucy Gray hated it that he still haunted her now.

She had Lucy Gray’s tan skin, her baby girl. The wisps of her hair stuck against her forehead were bright blond. Lucy Gray wondered if her hair would darken eventually.

Annabel Rose Baird was a sickly baby. Her heart was weak and every night, Lucy Gray would have trouble sleeping, afraid that she’d wake up with a cradle gone cold. But she was a survivor, her Annie. Much like her mother. (And father.)

But they could not live on that alone. Lucy Gray, barely recovered from birth, wrapped her baby tight on her back with a sling and took their meager belongings in a bag, setting out to find the community up North Billy Taupe had once talked about. Lucy Gray walked for miles and miles, sometimes wishing she hadn’t left behind that lovely orange scarf her lover gave her. It would’ve made for a more comfortable sleep in their journey. She could’ve given it to Annie as her baby blanket, something to remember her childhood by — the one piece of her father she would ever know or keep. But alas, Lucy Gray had left it behind along with the broken pieces of trust she once thought she could rely on.

Lucy Gray found them eventually. Or rather, they found her. It was in the middle of the night and she’d just put Annie to sleep when flashes of light shone through the gaps between the trees. Cradling her whimpering baby close to her chest, Lucy Gray raised a hand in surrender, hoping that she was saying the right words for them to not shoot her.

They took them to their leader and gave them a small cabin. It was cozy and comfortable but it wasn’t home. Not when their leader, with his calculating eyes and access to Capitol broadcasts, look at her and her baby with such intense scrutiny. Lucy Gray’s paranoia increases every time he “accidentally” chances upon her with questions about the Capitol, about the Hunger Games, about Annie. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is. Lucy Gray endures his questions, answering casually to alleviate the suspicion upon her. Her heart threatens to beat out of her chest every single time. She could only properly breathe again when she’s back within the four walls of their cabin, with Annie safe in her arms, her little puffs of breath warming Lucy Gray from the inside out.

The one saving grace of the place was Dr. Hartree. She was training under some big shot Capitol doctor when she fled, so she knew more than the District healers did despite the meager hospital equipment she had. She diagnosed Annabel Rose with something called moderate Ventricular Septal Defect; a heart disease she had since birth. Dr. Hartree let her listen to the whooshing sound of her Annie’s heartbeat through the stethoscope. Her baby’s got a hole in her heart. Lucy Gray wept.

Dr. Hartree said that the hole might yet repair itself, that she could look for some medicine that could help strengthen Annie’s heart muscles. But if it did not, Annie would need heart surgery which Dr. Hartree was neither qualified for nor equipped to do. In that scenario, going to the Capitol would be Annie’s best hope, said the doctor. The community’s leader approved Dr. Hartree’s request for getting the medicine. In exchange, Lucy Gray had to take on additional work on top of what she’d already been assigned with to earn her keep. Lucy Gray was both thankful and suspicious. She was no fool, a big favor like that didn’t come without heavier strings. But her baby was alive so Lucy Gray kept her head down. (For the moment, at least.)

Annabel Rose grew up a happy child. She was small for her age but her presence filled the room and her heart was so full of love. Whenever she smiled, a deep dimple showed on her cheek and her warm brown eyes would shine like stars in the night sky. Her baby never did grow out of her blond hair, riotous curls tumbling down her head. She looked like an angel; Lucy Gray’s own angel.

She was truly heaven sent. There were no words to describe how much her daughter made her happy, which was something, coming from a songwriter. Oft Lucy Gray wished the Covey had a chance to know her daughter. Annabel Rose fit in alright with the children of the community, but children can be cruel sometimes. Annie’s body was weak and she ran out of breath fast, making her unable to be included in strenuous physical activities. Lucy Gray was not deaf to the whispers of “runt” that surrounded her daughter, whispers that eventually reached Annie’s ears, causing her to come home tearfully, fisting her mother’s skirt and asking what it meant. Once upon a time, Lucy Gray would have been rearing for a fight but everything was different now. She didn’t have her Covey; her and Annie were alone.

Oh, people were nice enough but, like in District 12, they seemed to be able to sense an otherness in her and Annie that made them unable to accept them fully. It didn’t help that the community leader’s demeanor was like that either. The residents liked and respected him better than the strangers they barely knew anything about, so of course they’d follow his example.

Lucy Gray had been missing her Covey so much that she contemplated going back to District 12, back to her family, when she’d heard that an electric fence was put around it, complete with Peacekeepers patrolling the perimeter. They’d never bothered with that area before, but Lucy Gray had an inkling why they suddenly found it important.

So what else could she do but grit her teeth and bear it? Every night Lucy Gray would sing songs to Annie and tell her stories about the Covey, about her family and the colorful nights and laughter they shared. And Annie’s eyes would shine in the low lamplight, humming along to the tunes.

Lucy Gray did not bring her guitar with her during her journey out of District 12, but she was able to obtain a smaller version — a ukulele — from a traveling salesman. His initial offer nearly took all her saved up money to pay for, but she was able to haggle down to a more reasonable price. At 3-years-old, Annabel Rose learned the basic chords from her mother. The first song she learned was to the tune of Lucy Gray's namesake.

It tugged at Lucy Gray’s heartstrings to hear her Annie’s sweet voice in the warmth of their home. She resolved to write a song for her daughter’s fourth birthday as a gift. Lucy Gray had her song, and so did her Capitol boy. It was only apt that Annabel Rose had one too.

It was the night of Annabel Rose's fourth birthday when everything went wrong. Lucy Gray was humming underneath her breath to the tune of a new song, their tiny kitchen fragrant with the smell of a birthday cake she’d stolen half the ingredients for to bake. She lit up a deformed red candle she attempted to mold from whatever melted wax she could find, cupping the flame between her palms briefly to keep it from being blown out. With a satisfied sigh, she wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the bed to shake her daughter awake.

All Lucy Grey felt was the cold skin of her daughter, her breathing shallow and her skin tinged blue. Her heart dropped to her stomach. With shaking hands, she wrapped Annie in a blanket and lifted her into her arms.

On the way to Dr. Hartree’s cabin, Lucy Gray would not realize that she’d been singing the song she’d written for Annie. And she will sing it under her breath while the good doctor examined her daughter, telling her the heart defect had gotten worse. She’d sing it at the back of her mind while Dr. Hartree tells her that surgery wasn’t an option anymore, that the medicine Annie’ll need is only available in the Capitol, that if she wants her baby to live she’ll need to find some way to get her a heart transplant. She’ll sing it and sing it, hoping the girl she’d written it for would awaken long enough to sing it with her.

She would only stop when Dr. Hartree clasped her hands, telling her in a hushed whisper that she’d found a way to get them to the Capitol discreetly. The doctor’s got family among the Peacekeepers in District 12 who was going to go to the Capitol in two days. Some officer fellow that was high-ranking enough to have his own private train cabin, and kind enough to share it with them. Dr. Hartree had given her temporary antibiotics for Annie with an apology that she couldn’t do anything more. When they arrive in the Capitol, Lucy Gray was on her own. Lucy Gray who had no penny to her name, who would probably be shot on sight once the Capitol had caught wind of her existence.

Her mind was racing on the morn she and a barely-lucid Annie snuck out to the gates. They were met with a heavyset man two heads taller than Lucy Gray, driving a military jeep. Time passed quickly and they encountered no hurdles getting to the train station on time. He lent them warm Capitol-style cloaks so they could blend in upon arrival. He’d even made her a cup of tea, noticing the nervousness in her demeanor. Lucy Gray had not been expecting such kindness from a Peacekeeper, no matter how highly Dr. Hartree spoke of him.

It was nighttime when they arrived, snow falling heavily on the ostentatious buildings. It wasn’t only the cold that made Lucy Gray shiver.

Under the cover of the night, Lucy Gray held her Annabel Rose and rapped on the door of the one she’d hoped would help them. If blood was not an enough reason, she could always appeal to their conscience.

The door swung open.

“Tigris, I need your help.”

[definitelynotshouting]

heyo!

had a late night trying (and failing) to sleep thought

i found your blog about a year and a half ago and it did a number of things for me. its introduced me to tumblr (i got a tumblr account to show my appreciation) and this super fun community, and equally importantly, your writing! (made an ao3 account because of you too-) I've learned a world of colourful vernacular and your writing has seen me through identity crises about being aro/ace spec, possibly having undiagnosed mental illness, many changes in music taste, 5(ish) bouts of loneliness, 3 (or so) collapsed friend groups and more.

i cannot express how much you, your blog and your writing mean to me. you've told stories that push me to think about myself, my brain, how it works, what i want and why i want it. metacognition and that. at times it's been the comfort of a friend on a lonely day and at others made me face things i didn't really want to think about but knew i had to.

i've got a special little room in my heart just for you (i was born with a ventricular septal defect so you can live in the little tube they used to patch it)

good night just wanted to show my appreciation :)

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oh my gods???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 LEAF ANON....... this is legitimately one of the sweetest msgs ive EVER received and im absolutely blown away by it hello..... i dont even know what to say aside from the fact that i am genuinely, DEEPLY, humbled and so so grateful that my writing and i have had such a strong impact on your life. I absolutely adore hearing from you, it ALWAYS puts a smile on my face to see you in my inbox, and knowing ive helped you in even just a small way-- let alone the absolutely enormous ways youve listed here??? oh my gosh???-- makes me so unspeakably happy i dont think i can properly articulate it

I always kinda wonder how much influence my writing has on other people. I think its pretty common to think about that, especially as a writer-- for me, the goal has always been to reach out and touch someone's life with my writing, and hopefully do something good for them. I think thats why im always so focused on these cores of emotional realism in my work-- i want people to see themselves and gain new insights when they read my writing. Im incredibly touched that ive been able to do that for you to such a significant degree 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 like genuinely this is what i live for, im so glad my work and my blog can keep you company when you're feeling a little lonely or when things are hard and worrying🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[acesgarden]

open heart surgeries jst like my bestie irl 🙏 anyway can i ask why you had them 🤔

Cool :0

Mhm! I was born with a VSD/ventricular septal defect aka a hole in the heart and a coarctation of aorta meaning my aorta is squished in one part.

They have to clean out the little squished part and remove tissue every so often but I haven’t needed to have one since I was 7.

[woso-dreamzzz]

i'm sorry if you already answered this question but how sunshine end up on foster care? is her biological parents giving her up or their no longer alive?

So Sunshine's parents are a big question mark.

When she was a baby, she was born with a VSD (a ventricular septal defect/hole in heart) and was then promptly abandoned at a fire station.

Her parents never came back for her so she went into foster care but only made it through a few families before her heart started shutting down and she stayed in hospital long term

[indianhealthguru]

The decision to pursue VSD (Ventricular Septal Defect) surgery in India is influenced by several compelling factors that make the country an attractive destination for such medical procedures. The ventricular septal defect surgical treatment fee in India is one of the cheapest in the world.