#WHAT IS HERNIA SURGERY

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[perfektblau]

My friend: When you're at the surgical table cutting people, do you feel some sort of existentialism..?

Me:......?? No?

[keepchangingandneverstop]

Day 297 - I hate anxiety but I don't want surgery again and so I'm anxious

[crypticdork]

having a interest in medical stuff is both a blessing and a fucking NIGHTMARE bc, first of all: i love learning abt how the human body works and i wanna go into the medical field and help people!! HOWEVER: i have such TERRIBLE anxiety over a lot of things relating to medical stuff (appendicitis, kidney stones, etc)… it’s a constant back and fourth between loving medical stuff, and being completely terrified

[eidetic187]

Calling my GI specialist to address the constant lump in my throat, chronic cough after eating, and throwing up at least every other week

[omg-kawaiiangel-chan]

NO GRANDMA DONT CRY NOOOOOO

[seraymerichateblog]

BRO THEY GOT ME INSTANTLY shame they only do this for rich evil cunts

[bloghrexach]

🤔 … unable to write how and what I really feel about his health status!! — I’d be banned/closed down!! … would be the same as for DJT!! … 🤔

@hrexach

[puppygirlclick]

Help Two Disabled Trans Women Get Back On Their Feet

My federal income tax withheld wasn't properly updated by my employer on account of their bookkeeping which means I owe $1000 to the IRS by the end of July. I also had to go through intensive surgery at the end of February to fix a hernia which had caught my left testicle up in it, with a good portion of the left side of my abdomen being covered with a hernia mesh. Despite having been supposed to be healed up after 8 weeks, I have surpassed my employers 180 day limit for a leave of absence of which I wasn't informed of. Being terminated from my job leaves me with no health insurance and no way to continue paying for my doctor's appointments and treatments, all this as I am still paying $270 a month for my car and am possibly at risk of losing because I don't have a reliable way to pay for anything. On top of this, my girlfriend (@stcecilia) has recently moved in after being kicked out by a transphobic landlord and is dealing with worsening undiagnosed pain and sickness which has left her unable to work. Unfortunately she was relying on me getting better which isn't happening right now, and she's having to take care of me instead because of the condition I was left in with severe nerve pain the past few months leaving me stuck in a chair. We are both living with my parents and I can't even begin to put into words how much this is affecting both my girlfriend and I's mental health and physical well being along with everything else, with the way the house is always dirty, my step-mother constantly starting arguments with anyone who comes near her and constantly vitriolic and everyone else arguing and fighting with each other because of this.

It's hard to set a precise goal without it being subject to change for what we need as of right now but at least $1800 would help to pay my federal taxes and keep my car for the next two months and keep us on our feet for the time being.

Any amount helps towards paying off what we owe and moving closer to getting out of this house and into a better living situation and making sure we're properly cared for.

$0/1800

C*sh*pp $StSeeSee (@stcecilia's account) P*yp*l @debtanddeerteeth (Friend's account i can't get into mine without phone# and cici has no bank account rn) Ask for V*nmo (Not listing here because of my deadname) DO NOT TAG

[merlions]

a small rent in the connective tissue encasing my abdominal organs causing a tiny portion of my intestines to poke out between the muscles but not out of the skin, which is fine. less fine is that same thing getting ANGRY and CLENCHING down on the little intestinal tissue sticking through, but only when I'm on vacation. and EVERY time I'm on vacation

[starryarles]

i've had a weird pain in my lower stomach on the right everytime i cough for MONTHS now,, and I've had a persistent cough since i had covid over a year ago,, it only hurts if i cough while i'm standing or sitting upright, and if i'm bent over or holding my stomach it doesn't hurt,,, yesterday i coughed and felt something in my stomach,, i went to touch it and felt a little bulge in my tummy,, and then it slipped back in,,,, and then i felt around the area and normally i feel the fat in my belly and then my abs under,,, but there's a spot where i can't feel my abs underneath and my finger will literally keep going so tomorrow i'm scheduling an appointment to get checked for a hernia

[redocity]

Would it be okay to request Buck helping you after a surgery? I'm having a hernia repair after my hysterectomy 4 years ago so I'm a Lil nervous to see if it'll help my chronic pain, and I'd love to have that big goofy hunk help me out!! (Esp as I ended up with the hernia bc of my ex pushing me too hard after surgery, I had to haul the wet laundry in the basket with a luggage strap around me while shuffling backwards on my bum so yeh)

R&R — E.BUCKLEY

after your surgery, buck will be damned if he so much as lets you lift a finger.

evan buckley x gn!reader | 1.2k | comfort | masterlist.

a/n — i’m so sorry you had to go through that lovely, i hope your ex never has clean clothes again :(

After the surgery, everything hurt. Not just the physical pain — though that was there, a constant throb reminding you of what your body had been through — but the frustration of being unable to do simple tasks on your own.

You tried to lift yourself out of bed that first morning, but even that was a battle. Sitting up had never felt like climbing a mountain before.

You remembered flashes of white hospital lights and the sterile smell of disinfectant, but mostly, you remembered Buck.

He was by your side the moment you woke up, his warm, calloused hand wrapped gently around yours, as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

His blue eyes were filled with worry, but even the small hint of a smile on your lips left his entire face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.

The next few days at home felt surreal.

You knew you were supposed to rest, but Buck had apparently taken that instruction far too seriously. You barely had a chance to lift a finger before he swooped in, doting over you like a hawk.

The first time you tried to get up, Buck was in the kitchen. You thought it would be harmless enough—just folding a small pile of laundry that had been sitting on the chair by the bed. As soon as your feet hit the ground, though, you heard his voice from down the stairs.

“Hey! Hey, what do you think you're doing?” Buck came rushing in, a towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell steal on his shirt.

“I was just... the laundry…”

“Oh no, no, no,” he said, pulling a pair of his jeans from your hands. “You’re supposed to be resting, remember? Doctor's orders!”

You rolled your eyes with a half-smile. “I’m recovering, not an invalid, Buck.”

“Yeah, but you don't need to do anything except heal,” he insisted, placing a gentle hand at your back to direct you back to bed like you were the most fragile thing in the universe.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got the laundry covered. And lunch is almost ready.”

You tried to argue, but Buck just shook his head, giving you that stern yet sweet look you couldn't argue with. “You’ve been through a lot, okay? You deserve to be taken care of.”

And that’s how it went.

Every day, Buck was there, his protective nature dialled up to a hundred. He’d bring you breakfast in bed—adequately scrambled eggs and toast, the edges lightly browned just how you liked them. Whenever you tried to do anything more than lifting the remote control, he was there, gently but firmly stopping you.

One afternoon, when you were feeling a little stronger, you attempted to make yourself a simple sandwich.

You shuffled into the kitchen, determined to make yourself a sandwich—one small act of independence after days of being confined to bed or the couch. But before you could even reach for the bread, you heard it.

A low, scandalized gasp.

“Uh, excuse me?”

You froze, half-bent over the counter, startled by the sudden appearance of Buck in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in clear disapproval.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

“Making lunch?” you ventured, holding up a slice of bread as if that explained everything.

Buck sighed dramatically, crossing the room in two long strides. “Oh, no you’re not, not while I’m around.”

You tried to protest, but Buck was already shooing you away from the counter like a mischievous child. “Back to the couch. Go. I mean it!”

You raised an eyebrow, bemused. “Buck, it’s just a sandwich. I think I can handle it.”

He shot you a look that suggested ‘handling it’ was exactly what you couldn’t do right now. “You just had surgery.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Buck, I’m not dying, I’ll survive a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Not the point.” He was already pulling ingredients out of the fridge, determined as ever. "You need to rest. And if that means I have to make every meal, fluff every pillow, and carry you around for the next few weeks, then that’s what I’m gonna do."

You tried to protest again, but Buck’s determined expression was hard to argue with.

“You can relax, you know,” you said as he handed you a plate with the most perfectly assembled sandwich you’d ever seen.

Buck just shook his head, grinning. “Nah. You should be the one relaxing for the rest of your life. You’ve earned it.”

You couldn’t argue with that. After all, it wasn’t every day someone volunteered to cater to your every need, even if it meant giving up the simple pleasure of making your own lunch.

So, you sank back onto the couch, rolling your eyes playfully as Buck settled into the chair opposite you, watching like a hawk to make sure you ate every bite.

“Okay,” you muttered between bites. “But I’m making dinner,”

Buck raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

As frustrating as it could be to feel so dependent, there was something so deeply comforting about having Buck there.

Every time he handed you a cup of tea or wrapped you in a blanket, you felt the quiet strength of his love. He was always calm, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed before you even realized you needed it.

When you woke up from an afternoon nap one day, you found him sitting beside you, watching you with a gentle smile.

“What?” you asked sleepily, stretching your arms.

“Nothing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just... I’m glad you’re okay.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. “I’m glad I have you.”

Buck smiled, a soft blush rising in his cheeks. “You know, I’d do anything for you, right? Even if it means stopping you from doing laundry and making food forever.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I love you, Buck.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “And I’m gonna keep taking care of you, whether you like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. Because, honestly, there was no one else you’d rather have by your side—especially when he insisted on being the most loving, attentive boyfriend in the world.

[jamiebluewind]

Warning! Pet illness, xray

A friend of mine a few states away had a pregnant female cat walk onto her porch and decide she lives now. She had 3 kittens. Since my friend/roommate @winterpower98 was looking for her first cat, we (other roommate/bestie, Winter/Gaia, and I) decided to take a trip down to visit and see if one of the kittens would work for her.

The thing is, she did fall in love with one! He's black with white markings, so the 6 year old had been calling him Eclipse. He's, curious, playful, and always trying to get into something. He loves Gaia. I mean LOVES her. And she loves him. Like... emptying her savings loves him.

Right before we arrived, our friend noticed a little lump on his belly. They thought nothing of it. And then, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

After a week, we took him to a local vet to get checked out. He had a umbilical hernia. Luckily it stopped before his diaphragm, but the hernia was severe enough that he would need surgery to close it (a lot of articles talked about smaller ones closing on their own which is why we waited). He would also need special care for IBS symptoms and to keep his hernia from getting injured or obstructed before repair (which couldn't happen until he was big enough to go under anesthesia). He would need to come indoors for his safety and be separated from the others as his sisters pouncing on the hernia was causing issues (a week earlier than the 8 week mark).

I was honestly expecting Gaia to say it was too much for her to handle. Even told her that nobody would judge her for not being ready for that level of responsibility. That we could find an organization that could take him and get him the help he needed and find him a good home. He has two sisters she could consider, there were plenty of shelters back home with cats under a year old, and we could even check the town we were visiting and places on the way back home, so there were options. I knew how much it took to care for a kitten with health issues (my current cat required months of specialized care and there were plenty of scares along the way) and Gaia has no previous experience with cats outside of hanging out with our cats, so that's just starting on hard mode.

After a long serious talk on the responsibilities she was about to take on, she said she knew it would be hard but the thought of giving him up made her sick. That she would do whatever it took to give him a happy life for however long she has him. We aren't rich people, she's going back to college full time, she had only decided on him over one of his sisters that morning, and (again) this would be the first cat she has ever had. She went all in without a second thought.

The original quotes from various vets willing to do the surgery (not all vets can) were pretty insane, but luckily I found a non-profit that did the surgery for about half. My other roommate and I fully support her and chipping in what we can.

Eclipse is 8 week old and his surgery is scheduled in a month, but we are going to call in and check for cancelations since he's reached the minimum weight and age for anesthesia. Winter has been so busy caring for him that she's not had a chance to post about him, so I decided to do it on the drive home. I think the story is important because it raises awareness about an issue most don't know about and shows someone genuinely caring about a pet with special needs. As a disabled person who's went through a lot of ableism and survived abuse, it really hit me to see how much she loves him with her whole chest and doesn't ever approach his issues with anger or blame.

I don't ask for reblogs much, but I wanted to ask you guys to boost this. I linked Gaia's PayPal below if anyone wants to help take some of the financial burden off her, but you can also support her with messages and boosting this and her future post/s about Eclipse (cut her some slack guys, she's currently in tired new mom mode). I don't expect anyone to donate because I know you guys are mostly in the same shape as us, but I think showing Gaia support is just as important.

Now if you'll excuse me, the hyperactive boy got the zoomies and just jumped in the toilet XD

Edit: Late thing to add on, but a few days after posting this my other roommate/bestie Sarah decided to adopt his sister! Her name is Melanite, but her honey eyes have earned her the nickname Miel. Her and Eclipse have always been very close (often laying on top of each other), so it's great that they'll get to stay together.

[winterpower98]

Hey, folks! Sorry for the rather sporadic activity lately but I got quite busy because

I am a cat mom now!

I have a little kitten named Eclipse (Don't look at me like that, my friend's six-year-old named him), he's eight weeks old, jumps around like a cricket, has not learned how to use the little box yet, and likes to sit on my shoulders like a weird parrot.

Unfortunately, he also has an umbilical hernia and we scheduled a surgery for him in a month, which is what is making me the most anxious and stressed.

Anyway, enjoy the spam of cute kitten pictures.

[genderqueerdykes]

that's a very good question! i'm making a post about this because i've gotten this question a lot and i feel it may help some people!

i was experiencing a lot of different GI symptoms at the time and trying to figure out what was wrong. i started struggling with food- i lost my ability to digest meat, dairy, and eggs. i started vomiting and having diarrhea often. i lost my ability to digest leafy greens, vegetables with thick skins, and other veggies and fruits. i would feel nauseated and bloated after just a few bites of food. i was experiencing a ton of pain as well

i had an endoscopy at the beginning of the year that showed some inflammation and other problems, as well as a hiatal hernia at the time. i had to pester that hospital to get a follow up appointment and when i met with their provider they ordered a ton of tests to rule out whatever we could. i was ordered a gastric emptying study, endoscopy, colonoscopy, and a CT scan. they did find issues in the colonoscopy (diverticulosis, inflammation without infection), but what became a priority was that they discovered stones in my gallbladder on the CT scan. the thing that helped the most was the CT scan, for sure.

that became the top priority to focus on. at the time i was used to the pain so it was hard to describe. now in retrospect i can. what i was feeling was a very sharp, aching pain under my right breast. it was always there but would get worse during those periods of digestive upset. i could barely keep down food. it was getting harder and harder to eat no matter what i tried. eventually i had to progress to liquids only, then i became lightheaded and it was hard to breathe or stand upright, and that is when i went to the ER and got my emergency surgery

when i was in that much pain it was radiating into other areas of my body like my groin and back. it was so intense it was all i could think about. it feels like a pain in the ribs, but it's not. i was convinced i just had something going on with my ribs or it was a result of bad posture. now that it's removed i can remember the pain quite clearly and i can definitely say that's all gone now.

hopefully this can be of help to someone. if people have more questions i'm happy to answer!