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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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Howdy! I really like what you write, this is just like a balm for the soul, seriously. I’m not sure, if this has been requested before, but I would be interested to know, how the Sparda men (and V) would behave, if they realized, that they were getting ill, and how the s/o would take care of them or something like that. Just for example, even the most powerful demons can suddenly catch a virus!

Howdy,

That’s mighty kind of you to say that. I’m honored. I hope this was to your liking. It’s a bit more fluff and comfort than I intended.

-Rodeo

PS-I’ll reblog this with Nero’s part soon as I established my new policy after this was requested.

Dante

“Huh, didn’t know I could get sick like this,” Dante mumbles nasally as he lays on the couch, surrounded by tissue boxes. He tried to dismiss it as a sniffle but then he realized he barely gets the sniffles. It quickly derailed from that epiphany.

He naps around and reads magazines while talking to you, a couch potato.

He won’t take the strongly bitter medications, he whines like a child, moving his face from the spoon. It isn’t until you manage to find children’s strawberry-flavored medicine that he takes any medication.

So overdramatic. He’s gonna milk all the attention he can get from being sick.

“Babe, I am not long for this world. Please, take my worldly possessions when I am gone.”

“What worldly possessions?” You ask, bringing him a bowl of warm broth to drink. He puts his hand over his eyes, posing.

“Three dollars and a strip club membership card.” You roll your eyes, helping him get propped up by pillows.

You place a hand on his seething hot skin, pushing his bangs back to reveal that handsome face. He looks even paler than before, his nose red and eyes tired. His hair is messily splayed around his face, Dante not bothering to fix it.

You quickly blow on some broth in a spoon, opting to feed him. He smiles and opens his mouth. Surrounded by blankets and pillows on his couch, he looks incredibly comfortable. But with you around, he’s always at ease.

“I haven’t been sick since I was a kid. Me and Vergil blamed each other for passing it to the other. But dad was sick too, so maybe it was his fault.”

“Yeah?” You say, offering him a juice box.

“Mom used to take care of us, like this.” He looks at you, a smile on his face, fond of the past and grateful for the future.

You talk to him gently, stroking his hair. He falls asleep shortly after. He snores so loudly but the relaxed look on his face makes up for it.

Vergil

“Powers” through it. Fails miserably.

He tries to hide that something is wrong with him and refuses any care for the first few hours of coming down with a demonic cold.

“I am fine *HACK*.”

Finally, after having a fever and chills, he agrees to be dressed down and lays in bed. He looks so grumpy, eyebrows crossed as you fluff his sheets and get him a little tray of goodies.

His head is stuffy, his body is slow, he’s too warm and cold at the same time, he can’t talk without pain in his throat, he hates it.

Just like his brother, he hates taking medicine.

“I am in no need of this.” He gripes as you try to get him to consume the syrup.

“Come on! I’d offer you pills but that would hurt your throat.”

“I am not that weak to need human medicine.” He counters as he moves around sluggishly to dodge your spoon of bitter medication.

He’s ticklish at the ribs, and you use your ultimate trump card. Poking him right in his side, he lets out a gasp as you finally get his mouth to open. He winces at the horrid taste.

Betrayed, he turns away from you. You pat his strong back, offering some warm tea with honey in it.

Vergil takes your drink, emptying the cup. You smile at his stubbornness. Kissing his warm cheek, you take your leave so he can rest.

He dreams of his mother sitting next to him when he was bedridden as a child, Dante snoring on his bed a few feet away. Her voice is decades away, a murmur in time. He squints against the light in his dream, and he wakes to a dark room.

To his surprise, you had fallen asleep watching over him, your head cushioned by your arms on the side of his bed. He weakly smiles, staring into the ceiling before closing his eyes again.

Another stubborn devil who tries to take care of himself.

His cane shakes, his head aching and he is dizzy. He pushes his hair from his face, sniffling.

“Don’t worry yourself about me.” Too late, you’re worried and you herd him back into bed.

He doesn’t make much of a fight out of it, admitting defeat.

“Oh lookie here. Shakespeare got the sniffles.” Griffon chuckles.

“Griffon, I will make broth out of you.” You warn, walking out of the room.

V softly laughs, a raspy noise. He knows you love his morning voice, but with this cold he can’t even talk without his voice becoming null.

He is propped up, a dark angel in white pillows and sheets reading from his book. V looks practically translucently pale, dark eye circles pronounced and his lips cracked. Shadow is against him, a purring source of heat.

You come back with enough broth and medicine to last him days of sustenance. He allows you to care for him as he is feeble and lethargic. V thinks he is more than capable to feed himself, yet you insist.

You know he can’t speak too loud without discomfort, so you take out a tiny bell and leave it in his hands.

“If you need to tell me something or you need anything, ring for me. ” You go to leave, only to have V quickly ring the bell. You turn and-

He mouths “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

V sinks into the pillows after you leave his room, finally satisfied after such discomfort. Shadow’s purrs lull him to sleep. He hopes to be better to kiss you safely again.

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redschillzone · 4 years ago

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Iden Taking Care of a Sick Reader

Pairing: Iden Versio x Reader

A/N: Just some headcanons for Iden and a sick reader. Enjoy :)

She’d catch on the moment you’re not at the briefing right away; You’re usually on time if not a bit earlier so it’s unusual to her

She’d seek you out as soon as the briefing is done and finds you in your room; The first thing she notices is you’re a bit paler than usual

She’d ask if you’re alright to which you’d tell her you were fine and that you’d just slept in later than usual

But it’s right then and there she’d hear the nasal tone of your voice and realize you’re sick

“You’re sick, aren’t you?” “Versio that’s a crazy thought, I just have a bit of a stuffy nose.”

She’d just give you a look before dragging you to the medical bay

The whole way there you’re complaining, telling her how you’d be fine and you didn’t need to see the medical droid; That it was just allergies or something

The moment the medical droid said you were down with a strain of the flu, Iden just gave you a stern look

She was right, she always was

The medical droid pronounced you bed written for a couple of days, saying you were in no form to partake in any missions

Iden listened to the droid as it told her just what to do to get you back in the fight quickly; Lots of rest, water, medication- All that stuff

You pouted nearby; You didn’t feel sick, not in the slightest

Maybe just slightly under the weather but everyone gets like that every once in awhile

Eventually she took you back to your room and demanded that you stay and rest; You had been cleared for it after all

“Just rest, please?” “No-” “(Y/N), that’s an order from your commander.” “...Make me, commander Versio-”

Make you she did

It wasn’t until woke up the next day that everything hit you at once; Fever, chills, stomach aches

All nine yards of it

You didn’t leave that bed unless it was to use the bathroom or shower; Other then that you stayed curled up under the covers

Occasionally kicking them off only to pull them back up maybe five minutes later

Iden would visit as often as she could; She’d bring you your lunch or dinner, your medication, one of her shirts if you’d ask for them

She did it all to make sure you were up and on your feet soon; She hated to see you sick and in pain

She would even occasionally spend the night in your room; She’d sleep in a chair nearby to make sure you were okay during the night

She’d get you fresh water to drink every so often, make sure the cloth on your head was always cold to help ease the fever a bit

You’d occasionally wake up from your various naps to see her asleep in the chair, her cheek resting on her knuckles as she laid slouched in the chair

You couldn’t help but smile; You were so lucky to have her not only as your nurse, but as your girlfriend

That thought would more times than not send you back to sleep and into your dreams of a life with Iden away from the war

It took a couple days and many long, sleepless nights, but eventually you were back on your feet

All thanks to Iden, of course

You went to see her the moment you were cleared by the medical droid

You found her in the hangar, sitting against some crates

“Hey Iden! I’m clear- Wait, are you alright? You look pale...” “I’m fine, babe. Just a slight fever.. Which is bullshit..”

It was then you realized she had gotten sick off of you, and you couldn’t help but laugh

Guess it was your turn to return the favor and become her nurse

#Star Wars #Iden Versio #Iden Versio x Reader #Iden Versio Headcanons #Headcanons #Star Wars Battlefront 2 #Star Wars Battlefront ii #Battlefront 2 #Battlefront ii #Sick!Reader #Sick Headcanons

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lichen-soup-scribe · 6 years ago

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A flu infodump

I’m currently fighting the flu (ugh!) and, as I’ve talked to my husband about it, I’ve realized that some of what I know about the flu isn’t common knowledge. (Perks of growing up around a bunch of physicians!) So, while I laze around drinking tea with honey and trying not to shiver my skin off, here’s a quick infodump of shit you should know about the flu. Sources under the readmore.

I’m going to cover what flu is, how it’s transmitted, how you can avoid it and how you can treat it. I’ll also give some info on how to get vaccinations and treatment at a reduced price.

What is it?

Info in this post applies only to influenza. People colloquially refer to many things as “the flu.” A stomach bug or bad cold might receive the label. But actually, influenza is a specific disease caused by the influenza virus. There are three species of flu virus: A, B (more severe) and C (less common and less severe), each with many variations (called serotypes). Remember the swine flu outbreak in 2009? That was H1N1, a serotype of Influenza A.

The flu is a respiratory disease that infects the nose, throat and lungs. The main symptoms include:

fever (not always present, but often high)

cough

sore throat

runny or stuffy nose

body aches

headache

chills

fatigue

If your *main* symptom is puking/the runs, you more likely have something like gastroenteritis. One of the keys to recognizing flu is the rapid onset of symptoms. Unlike a cold, which creeps up on you over the course of days, the flu typically comes on fast. I woke up yesterday morning with a bit of a headache and a scratchy throat; by evening I was laid out with a 102 degree (F) fever, aches, chills and general fatigue.

If you’re lucky, your symptoms may be mild and last only a few days. If you’re unlucky, they could last up to two weeks, involve complications like pneumonia, and even result in death. Yes, even if you’re young and healthy. It’s most dangerous to the very young, very old and immunocompromized.

How do I get it?

As mentioned above, the flu virus takes up residence in your respiratory tract. It stands to reason, then, that it’s primarily passed through the air: an infected person coughs, sneezes or breathes nearby, and you inhale the particles. Or you smooch someone with flu. The virus can also live for one or two days on surfaces like doorknobs, light switches, etc.

People are capable of transmitting the virus about one day before symptoms show up and (typically) 3-7 days afterward.

While you can catch the flu at any time of year, it’s most common from October to March.

How do I avoid it?

The single best way, according to every reliable source out there, is getting a flu shot. No, it’s not 100 percent effective -- the flu is constantly mutating.

Each year, the World Health Organization tries to predict which strains are going to be most prevalent, and develops a vaccine accordingly. Some years they guess better than others; during the 2018-19 season, overall effectiveness is estimated at 61 percent so far. That means cutting your chance of getting the flu by more than half, which is pretty significant, as one study estimated 1 in 10 unvaccinated adults and 1 in 5 unvaccinated children get the flu each year.

Most insurance plans cover flu vaccinations (not mine, unfortunately) and many organizations offer free flu shots. Google “free flu shots near me” and see if anything comes up. If you can’t get one for free, check GoodRx for coupons; a flu shot is $24 at the Walmart near me with a coupon.

There’s a lot of fear-mongering about vaccines going on right now. While that isn’t the focus of this post, these two fact sheets from the CDC should help clear up your fears. What I will note is that the flu vaccine CANNOT give you the flu. None of them are made with live viruses.

I’m a procrastinating idiot and forgot to get my vaccine this year; I’m paying the price, doing penance by writing this post and trying not to infect anyone else.

Research also indicates that even if you still catch the flu after getting vaccinated, your symptoms are likely to be less severe and less long-lasting.

You can also wash your hands (frequently!) and try to avoid large crowds.

What if I catch it?

The above info might have you freaked out about catching the flu. What many people (including my husband) apparently don’t know is if you DO catch the flu, you don’t have to just tough it out. There are treatments available!

The key here is recognizing your symptoms early. If you visit a doctor within 48 hours of developing symptoms, they can prescribe Tamiflu or another antiviral medication that should help you get over the flu much faster, with a lot less suffering.

Your primary care physician or a nearby urgent care clinic will be able to perform a flu test and evaluate your symptoms to provide a diagnosis. (Be nice and wear a face mask to the waiting room!) The test involves a quick swab of your nostrils or throat and then 10-15 minutes of waiting. Prices will vary depending on where you go and insurance/lack thereof; a little research brought back prices between $50 (at a Walmart Care Clinic) and $150 (whoof).

However, according to the CDC, the flu test is likely to return false negatives (meaning, fail to properly diagnose flu’s presence), especially in adults. Your doctor may not insist on administering it, and may go ahead and prescribe Tamiflu even if it comes back negative. They may also prescribe Tamiflu to your household members as a preventative measure.

If Tamiflu isn’t covered by your insurance, or you don’t have insurance, download the GoodRx app/visit the website immediately. It’s a free app that will find coupons for the pharmacies near you. Without GoodRx, Tamiflu would’ve cost me $153; with it, the five-day course cost $48.88 at Walmart Pharmacy.

According to the CDC, most people who catch flu experience mild symptoms and don’t really need antivirals. For me, the cost and trouble was worth it to avoid missing extra days of work and risking complications. It’s especially important to get on antivirals if you’re at risk for flu complications.

Here are some other things you can do:

Take doses of ibuprofen, acetaminophen or naproxen, which are over-the-counter pain relievers that will also reduce your cramps and fever.

Sip soothing drinks, like tea with honey. Just stay hydrated, in general!

Suck cough drops or try an over-the-counter cough suppressant.

Cuddle up to a heat pack or hot pad to calm aches and chills.

Rest, rest, rest.

Coughing keeping you awake? Prop up on an extra couple of pillows.

If you feel up to it, do some gentle yoga stretches to help with cramps and aches.

Make sure to eat; your body needs energy to fight the virus.

Wash your hands often, and cover your coughs and sneezes.

If at all possible, stay home for at least 3-4 days after your symptoms show up. I know America’s shitty labor practices make this impossible for some people. No judgment here. If you do have to go out, please be extra-careful about hand-washing!

With the help of Tamiflu and/or the above steps, most people can ride the flu out without issue. But if any of the following symptoms show up, head to the ER.

Difficulty breathing or shortness of breath

Persistent pain or pressure in the chest or abdomen

Persistent dizziness, confusion, inability to arouse

Seizures

Not urinating

Severe muscle pain

Severe weakness or unsteadiness

Fever or cough that improve but then return or worsen

Worsening of chronic medical conditions

Any other severe/concerning symptoms

Emergency symptoms are different in children; follow this link for more info.

SOURCES:

CDC: Key Facts About Influenza (Flu), Interim estimates of ... vaccine effectiveness, Vaccine safety concerns, Misconceptions about flu vaccines, What to do if you get sick

Wikipedia: Gastroenteritis, Influenza

Harvard: How long does the flu last?

Time: The flu killed a healthy 21-year-old man.

ScienceDirect: Estimating the annual attack rate...

Mayo Clinic: Influenza

Walmart: Testing prices

GoodRx

Yoga with Adriene: Yoga for when you’re sick

#flu #medical #medical reference #medicine #pro-vaccine #my posts #long post

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wtnvwritings · 6 years ago

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Could I be a little self indulgent and request a Cecil comfort fic with a mate who is sick with the flu and has started shark week at the same time? (Because Mother Nature obviously hates me very much right now and my body is rebelling against me)

It sucks.

Everything sucks.

Everything really, really sucks.

It’s as if the universe itself had looked at you in particular and said, ‘You know what would be a great idea?’ and then proceed to hit you with not one, but two horrible experiences at the same time. Not only are you with a fever, stuffy nose, sore throat and general feelings of malaise, but you’re also almost doubled-over with a deep, painful ache in your abdomen and...god, you never even thought it was possible to be stricken with both the flu AND menstruation at the same time. What are even the odds of that happening at the same time?

They couldn’t have been high, but yet here you are, in bed with a blanket curled around you, not sure whether you should be bemoaning the ache of the flu or that of your womb, feeling as if it’s trying to launch itself out of your body in an angry huff that you didn’t get pregnant. The nerve of you, apparently, or at least you think that’s what your womb might say if it had the capacity to speak.

Medicine can only do so much, though what it can’t seem to do is just knock you out cold and let you sleep through the misery instead. No, that would be too kind a mercy, so instead you’re simply laying there and playing with your phone in the bedroom.

The sound of an opening door pulls your attention away from the bright screen, but only momentarily, looking over to quickly take note of Cecil’s entrance. His hands are full; in one is a glass of clear liquid, and in the other is a bowl and spoon within that.

“Made you some soup,” he says softly, the concern as obvious in his voice as in his eyes. “You haven’t eaten for a while and I thought it might help a little bit.”

You watch as he sets the items down on a TV tray, folded out beside where you’re laying in the bed. Though you eye them up for a few moments, your stomach doesn’t quite agree with your partners assumptions and instead leads to much the opposite effect.

Cecil doesn’t seem bothered that you don’t reach for neither the bowl nor the glass. He instead steps around the bed, gently sitting on the opposite side.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?”

You think for barely a second before you speak.

“Could you just...like...take my uterus for me?”

Cecil stares at you for a moment, then quirks a brow in amusement.

“Unfortunately that would lead to a lot of blood loss, I’m not exactly a trained doctor,” he says, then pauses as a thought flickers through his mind. “Though, if you fill out the proper forms at the City Hall, then you could-”

“I’m just kidding, Ceece,”

The man chuckles as you flash a tired smile at him, the two of you quickly cuddling closer to one another, one of Cecil’s arms laying carefully over your body as you press close to him and his delicious warmth. With a chill that seems to be constant even down to your bones, it’s especially nice to lay beside him, to soak up every ounce of body heat he’s willing to give.

The two of you lay in silence for only a few moments.

“Did the medicine finally kick in?”

“A little,” you say, already starting to nod off a little. He’s just so warm and so comfortable against you. “I’ll probably have to take more later.”

Cecil nods, his chin pressing softly over the top of your head so you can nuzzle against his throat. There’s a gentle tickle against your skin, unseen tendrils caressing against your cheeks.

After another minute, Cecil says, “You should try and sleep for a little bit. I can wake you up later to take more painkillers, alright?”

It’s nice that he understands it--not inherently the flu or the pangs of misery from your lower body, but the idea of pain in general; who would think that at least half of Night Vale can’t feel pain at all? It sure makes things like Tylenol and Ibuprofen harder to find at the Ralphs.

You’re not quite sure what’s a stronger influence, Cecil’s voice or his warmth, but it has the same effect regardless. Your eyelids droop and your focus begins to waver, softening away until darkness, like the man’s arms and love and comfort, surrounds you completely.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #drabble #cecil #cecil drabble #comfort drabble #sfw #sfw drabble #dfab!reader #writing #local-senpai

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soulsxng--a · 6 years ago

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sorry for sending a bunch of these but what is sachiel’s power that his dad wanted too?

I keep calling it a power, but I guess it’s technically not? Since he has little to no control over it at all, it’s more like a passive trait, influenced by his emotional state. It’s essentially a sickness that translates from the angelic word “tzowld”, as taint. It was originally thought to only effect angels at first, and the cause unknown, until one of Sachiel’s brothers discovered that Sachi had it…it just wasn’t effecting him for some reason. After which, they started to piece together that the surges of those effected by the sickness almost always occurred when Sachi was in emotional turmoil. And then once the sickness started to manifest in other species— all of which, Sachi has recently interacted with, they determined that he was the one spreading it. Even if it is unknowingly so.

It manifests a bit differently in all species, but symptoms include dark spots, steaks, or speckling appearing on wings, horns, along the back and neck, etc. Typical flu symptoms at first across all races, including fever, chills, vomiting, cough (eventually with blood as it starts to irritate the lungs and throat more), sore throat, runny/stuffy nose, muscle/body aches (and weakness), dehydration, loss of appetite, fatigue, etc. Headaches are generally the first symptom to occur, and worsen throughout the course of the disease. Then more mental symptoms start to show. Confusion, extreme volatility, irrationality, irritability, memory loss, loss of awareness, disorientation, and paranoia. By the time those have showed and worsened, it will have already completely over-run the soul as well, meaning that any subsequent reincarnations (if any) will be born tainted. Organs will also have begun to shut down by now, causing an array of other painful symptoms.

After that, the dark markings on the victim’s body will start to spread, and sink down from the rest of the skin. It becomes extremely painful to any stimulus, and if touched by another person, will cause tzwold to spread to them as well, making this the only contagious phase of the disease. Loss of control of magic and other powers is one of the last symptoms to manifest, and this overexertion of an already weak body is what typically ends up killed the victim.

It’s deadly in all cases, except one-- Tahariel.

#~Forgiveness Isn't Always Kind HC~#(*casually answers this days later*#I'm sorry Nony I drafted it when I was like halfway done #and completely forgot about it orz)

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zenlandbrussels · 3 years ago

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Should I come in for a massage when I’m sick?

During the winter months, you may ask yourself this question. You've scheduled your massage and you're ready for your appointment, but the day of, you're feeling a bit sick. So, what should you do?

When you’re feeling sick and achy it might sound like a great time to come in for a massage and have your aches and pains soothed by healing hands. But, it's actually a really bad idea. Let’s discuss why.

Sometimes, it can actually make your body feel worse. And, it's probably not a good idea to come in, especially if you can get everyone else sick in the process.

If you have a cold, not the flu or bacterial infection, should you get a massage?

NO. It can oftentimes be difficult to distinguish between a cold, the flu, and certain bacterial infections. In fact, both viruses and bacteria can cause some illnesses. Bronchitis and sinus infections are two examples.

I don’t think I’m contagious. Should I reschedule?

Yes. You cannot know for certain whether or not you're contagious and can spread your virus to another person.

You may spread a virus one day before symptoms develop.

You may spread a virus if you still have symptoms—even if you have almost recovered.

You may spread bacteria until you take an antibiotic for 72 hours and your symptoms have subsided.

Do the studio’s sanitation practices prevent risk?

Our studios strictly adhere to many safety and sanity regulations. However, cold and flu viruses, along with bacteria, spread through the air. Even if you cover your cough or sneeze, you send infected droplets through the air when you talk. Treatment rooms are enclosed and humid spaces. Infected droplets can land in the mouth or nose of your therapist. They can land on hair, skin, and clothes and stay infectious for several hours. Clients and staff can then carry your virus back to work or home and infect others—especially those in high-risk groups.

If your symtoms include any of the following, reschedule your Asian massage Brussels!

Sore throat

Runny or stuffy nose

Sneezing

Coughing

Muscle, chest, or joint pain, body aches

Fatigue (tiredness)

Headaches

Fever or feeling feverish/chills

Vomiting and diarrhea (more common in children)

When you’re sick, it’s best to play it safe. Don’t put others at risk, and don’t put yourself at risk!

#Asian massage Brussels

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ziqitzahealthcare · 3 years ago

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Ziqitza Healthcare Ltd - Here’s how you can differentiate between Regular Monsoon Ailments and Covid-19

Coronavirus is a never seen before pandemic that has left the world terrified. One cannot do anything but take precautions to safeguard their health. Now after the second wave of coronavirus even one sneeze, cough or even the slightest temperature seems like a COVID alarm. While it is good to be cautious about these symptoms, don't forget this monsoon season can also be responsible for the changes in your body. Monsoons are generally associated with infections and diseases, mainly because of the change in weather, drop in humidity, waterlogging, mosquito breeding, etc.When a person infected with monsoon diseases coughs, sneezes, or even talks, they unknowingly spray tiny droplets, which are bacteria and viruses’ carriers.

Ziqitza Healthcare Ltd says some of the common monsoon-related ailments are Dengue, Malaria, Viral fever, Chikungunya. While COVID-19 is a viral infection associated with coronavirus, whose relation and impacts in monsoon are yet not known. Here we will discuss some common symptoms of these infections.

Dengue:

Dengue is a common monsoon fever, that lasts for up to seven days. Characterized with a drop and then a small revival towards the end. Symptoms include headache, swollen and painful joints, followed by a rash. After the fever, one may experience swelling on finger and toe joints while some patients report a rash over their arms, torsos, and legs.

Chikungunya:

Chikungunya is a viral disease transmitted by tiger AedesAlbopictus mosquito causing severe joint pain and fever, other symptoms include headache, nausea, muscle pain, rash, and fatigue. There is no cure for Chikungunya and those infected rely on treatment to relieve their symptoms.

Malaria:

Monsoon season brings water logging problems facilitating conducive conditions for mosquito breeding. Malaria is one of the common diseases caused by female mosquitoes. Fever, chills, body aches are the most common symptoms. Of all, Cerebral malaria is considered the most dangerous form causing most of the Malaria deaths. If untreated, Malaria can lead to severe complications like severe anaemia, jaundice, liver, and kidney failure. Antimalarial medications are prescribed as a malaria treatment.

Viral Fever:

Viral fever is a common monsoon disease, caused by sudden weather changes. Symptoms include fever, body aches, and chills. Seasonal Viral fever is contagious spreading through infected droplets in the air or proximity with infected secretions. Viral fever lasts for 3 to 7 days. Severe fever is observed in the first three days of infection0000. Monsoon viral fever is usually self-limiting and does not require antibiotics unless there is a secondary infection.

Common Cold and Flu:

Common cold and flu are very frequent during the monsoon months. The sudden change in weather causes temperature fluctuations which lead to cold and flu. The common cold is a highly contagious disease, due to the rapid virus transmission infecting the upper respiratory tract.Symptoms of cold and flu involve the runny or stuffy nose, throat irritation, and soreness, and fever. Strong immunity is the best resistance to prevent the common cold.A healthy, balanced, and nutritious diet adds to body resistance, lessening the chances of the infection.

Dr. Datar from Ziqitza Healthcare (ZHL) says you can still enjoy the season if you are just a bit cautious:

Try to keep your home and surroundings mosquito-free.

Use mosquito repellent and wear full-sleeved clothes while stepping out.

Avoid visiting crowded places to reduce your risk of viral infections.

Drink boiled water.

Consume fresh homemade food.

Make sure your home is well ventilated.

Wash hands before eating any food.

Avoid touching your nose and mouth with your hand without washing them.

Ziqitza Rajasthan has observed there has been written a lot on the precautionary measures to avoid COVID-19, but understanding the difference between coronavirus, common cold and flu is crucial to spread positive vibes among the masses as they can panic as some symptoms of coronavirus, common cold and flu are same. ZHL Rajasthan shares a table to make it simpler for you.

The season is changing right now and one might catch fever or cold. But do not panic.Monsoon diseases are highly infectiousFollow this guide to differentiate between coronavirus, cold and flu and stay calm.To prevent the risk of transmission Ziqitza urges you to consult doctor if you are experiencing any symptoms, don’t delay your diagnosis.You can also call at the government health helplines like 104 Health Helpline to consult and to stay safe and healthy.

#Ziqitza #ZiqitzaHeathcare #ZiqitzaHealthcareltd #Ziqitzahealthcarelimited #ZiqitzaLimited #ZHLRajasthan #ZiqitzaLimitedRajasthan

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perfectirishgifts · 4 years ago

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Is It Influenza Or Covid-19 Coronavirus, How To Tell The Difference

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Is It Influenza Or Covid-19 Coronavirus, How To Tell The Difference

Both Covid-19 and the flu can cause fever, chills, muscles aches, headache, diarrhea, nausea, … [] vomiting, or fatigue. But the influenza is not the Covid-19 coronavirus. (Photo: Getty)

The influenza virus is not the Covid-19 coronavirus. The Covid-19 coronavirus is not the influenza virus. Both are respiratory viruses. Both can infect cells in your respiratory tract. But they’re not the same.

The two are completely different viruses. Since viruses are very small and don’t wear little name tags, how then do you tell whether you’ve been infected by one or the other or even both?

A key point to remember is that the Covid-19 coronavirus, otherwise known as the severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS-CoV2), is a novel virus. In this case, novel doesn’t mean that it appeared in the novel 50 Shades of Grey. Instead, novel means new to humans. That’s what happens when a virus that normally infects another type of animal attains the ability to infect humans for the first time. This means that your immune system probably has never seen the SARS-CoV2 before this pandemic. As a result, your immune system ends up behaving like an inexperienced guy on a date for the first time. Except, this date is with a sphere covered in spikes. It looks a bit like a spiky massage ball, except that this spiky ball gives terrible massages:

(Illustration: Getty)

Imagine, as a result, your immune system getting very confused, saying something like, “hey you didn’t mention spikes on your dating profile,” and not knowing quite how to react. When your immune system realizes that the date with the virus has turned out to be something bad, really bad, it can start firing in random directions.

By contrast, the flu virus is more akin to that classic bully, like Biff Tannen, Joffrey Baratheon, Bellatrix Lestrange, or a racoon carrying nunchucks. There’s a good chance that your immune system has seen bullies like this before. Getting the seasonal flu vaccine can provide a preview of this kind of bully. If your immune system has seen a given influenza virus already, it will have a better sense about how to react. Your immune system may simply say “be best” and respond rapidly and effectively.

So not only are the Covid-19 coronavirus and the influenza virus two completely different viruses, your immune system’s experiences with them to date are likely very different. Therefore, the damage caused directly by each virus and by your immune system’s reaction to each can be very, very different.

That being said, it can frequently be difficult to determine whether you have the flu or Covid-19 without actual testing. Nonetheless, here are several possible differences between the infections with a big caveat at the end:

1. Covid-19 symptoms tend to take longer to emerge after you’ve been infected.

Covid-19 symptoms can develop two to 14 days after you are first infected. On average it takes about five days. That’s about half a Scaramucci, one fifth of a Flynn, or one fortieth of a Bannon or a Gorka. Meanwhile, flu symptoms tend to develop one to four days after infection or one tenth to four tenths of a Scaramucci, somewhat sooner

2. Covid-19 symptoms tend to emerge more gradually.

Covid-19 symptoms may be more gradual or unpredictable, leaving you guessing what you may have. … [] (Photo: Getty)

The flu can hit you like a ton of bricks. Picture yourself feeling fine, going about your daily business watching latkes heat up in your microwave while singing Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” to them, when suddenly you begin feeling lousy. It’s a sudden onset of symptoms like a fever, chills, muscles aches, headache and fatigue. Instead, of a latke to deal with, you quickly have a lot of symptoms to deal with within a few hours.

By contrast, the onset of symptoms for Covid-19 can be quite different. Instead of a ton of bricks, it can feel like bricks of varying sizes, shapes, and consistencies being tossed at you in various directions or stuffed down your pants. You may notice a loss of taste and smell first. Or a fever. Or a cough. Symptoms can appear gradually and can be mild at the beginning. But after the first week, like the movies Dark Phoenix and Lucy, things can go from a not-so-great beginning to much worse.

3. The course of Covid-19 is more unpredictable.

Covid-19 symptoms can wax and wane each day and even each hour. (Photo: Getty)

With the flu, symptoms tend to follow a more typical trajectory. You feel most like doo-doo early on, soon after symptoms appear. If things are going to go downhill, they usually do so during the first several days of symptoms. Otherwise, your symptoms will likely improve with time. Of course, there are exceptions. For example, things may be different if you subsequently get infected by something else like bacteria causing pneumonia in your lungs or a racoon hitting you with nunchucks.

On the other hand, the course of Covid-19 can be much more all over the place. It can be somewhat like a groundhog piloting an airplane in a storm while drinking tequila: highly unpredictable with significant ups and downs. You may feel reasonably OK during the first week and then spiral downhill the second week. Or your symptoms can change on a day-to-day or even seemingly on an hour-to-hour basis. It is much more difficult to predict what may happen. It can be unsettling trying to determine whether your new onset shortness of breath is a reaction to a video of BTS singing “Dynamite” or a sign that you may need to go to the hospital soon.

4. Covid-19 can cause a loss of taste or smell.

Losing your sense of taste is not typical for the flu. In this case, losing a sense of taste doesn’t mean wearing velour tracksuits or plating all of your walls and furniture with faux gold. It means not being able to sense different flavors in your mouth. So when you have avocado toast in your mouth and you don’t get all the feels, consider Covid-19 as a possibility.

Loss of smell is another possible Covid-19 symptom. As a Late Show with Stephen Colbert segment showed, such a symptom left actor Hugh Grant wanting to smell people’s armpits:

This is not typical when you have the flu, assuming that smelling other people’s armpits is not usually your thing. So if your roommate’s B.O. suddenly goes B-no, be on the lookout for other signs of Covid-19.

5. Covid-19 can have a wider range of unusual symptoms.

As the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) indicates, both Covid-19 and the flu can result in fever, chills, cough, shortness of breath, difficulty breathing, fatigue, sore throats, runny or stuffy noses, muscle pain, body aches, headache, vomiting, or diarrhea.

However, eye problems, skin rashes, and an erection lasting longer than four hours are just some of the usual symptoms that have been reported for Covid-19. Physicians are still trying to figure out all of the possible problems that Covid-19 can cause. Certainly, if you have an erection lasting longer than four hours, don’t just say, “oh, darn it’s the flu again.” Similarly, any unusual or unexpected symptoms in combination with more common symptoms such as fever, cough, and diarrhea should make you consider Covid-19 as a possibility. The words erection and diarrhea don’t typically go together.

6. Covid-19 is more likely to cause serious problems, including long-term problems.

Covid-19 has a significantly higher risk of death than the flu and seems more likely to leave you with persistent symptoms. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), “80% of infections are mild or asymptomatic, 15% are severe infection, requiring oxygen and 5% are critical infections, requiring ventilation. These fractions of severe and critical infection would be higher than what is observed for influenza infection.” It’s not typical to see 20 out of every 100 or two out of every 10 people with the flu requiring oxygen or ventilation.

The WHO also indicates that “mortality for COVID-19 appears higher than for influenza, especially seasonal influenza. While the true mortality of COVID-19 will take some time to fully understand, the data we have so far indicate that the crude mortality ratio (the number of reported deaths divided by the reported cases) is between 3-4%, the infection mortality rate (the number of reported deaths divided by the number of infections) will be lower. For seasonal influenza, mortality is usually well below 0.1%.”

There are also more and more reports of people suffering from long Covid-19, symptoms that persist well beyond the initial infection for weeks, even months. For example, in the following 60 Minutes Australia segment, actress Alyssa Milano described her struggles with “long hauler” Covid-19:

It’s not clear what percentage of Covid-19 progress to long Covid-19, but the longer your symptoms continue, the more likely you have Covid-19 than the flu.

7. Covid-19 is more contagious than the flu.

Covid-19 is more contagious than the flu. (Photo: Getty)

While a single person (meaning one person and not someone who is unattached) with the flu on average can transmit the virus to one to two other people, a single person infected with the Covid-19 coronavirus on average can on average transmit the virus to two to four other people. The Covid-19 coronavirus also seems to float in the air further and for longer periods of time than the flu virus. So the more people around you who are getting sick, the more you should consider the possibility of a Covid-19 coronavirus outbreak.

Testing may be the only way to really tell Covid-19 from the flu. (Photo by JACK GUEZ / AFP) (Photo … [] by JACK GUEZ/AFP via Getty Images)

Here’s the big caveat. Don’t try to self-diagnose and try to determine whether you have Covid-19 or the flu by yourself. Covid-19 is not like having a marmot dressed in a trench coat on your head. You usually can tell pretty clearly when you have a marmot in a trench coat on your head. One way is by looking in the mirror while brushing your hair. The other is when people on a Zoom conference tell you, “we can’t hear you. You are muted. You have to unmute. Oh, you are unmuted? Well, then maybe that marmot in a trench coat on your head is covering your mouth because we still can’t hear you.”

As you can see, diagnosis of Covid-19 is more complex. Many of the distinctions between Covid-19 and influenza aren’t super clear-cut. In fact, they can be quite fuzzy. Often, it may be difficult to tell Covid-19 from the flu, especially when symptoms are mild.

That’s why Covid-19 testing is so important. Testing may be the only way to really tell whether you have Covid-19 versus something else. During the pandemic, follow these two rules: don’t go breaking my heart and don’t go self-diagnosing yourself. If you are concerned that you may have either Covid-19 or the flu, contact a trusted healthcare professional. It is important to distinguish the two because their clinical courses can end up being quite different.

Of course, viral infections aren’t like Zoom backgrounds. Just because you have one of the two viruses in your body doesn’t mean that you can’t get the other at the same time. As I’ve described before for Forbes, studies have shown that simultaneous infections with the Covid-19 coronavirus and the influenza virus are possible. So there is the chance that your answer to the question “is it influenza or Covid-19” may indeed be “yes.”

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lickstynine · 7 years ago

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Happy Holigays

This is a sequel to my Secret Santa gift from @builder051, featuring young! Min and Kazu. Make sure to read it first, cause it sets the scene for this. I really loved it, and had to build (ha get it) off it. I know it’s set on Christmas and I’m like a week and a half late, but... I don’t really give a fuck. it’s all fiction anyway. Enjoy.

It was well into the wee hours of the morning when the two finally made their way to bed. Kazu pulled Min against his chest, keeping the small blond from falling off mattress's edge. The old twin bed was far too small for two people, and nearly half a foot too short for Kazu, but as the alternative was a park bench, he really didn't care. Burying his face in Min's bleach-blond fluff, Kazu started to doze off, the exhaustion of fever taking a toll on his battered body.

As Christmas morning rolled around, Minato got up bright and early; the bakery was closed today, but he still wanted time to have breakfast and watch the snow fall outside. Settling in at one of the small tables out front, he gazed out the big glass window, nibbling on warm, fresh pancakes and sipping hot chocolate. Normally he would have milk or tea with breakfast, but fuck it, it's Christmas.

There was a sharp chill in the air - the bakery didn't have a very good heater, it usually relied on the running ovens for warmth. Shivering slightly, Min stole a throw blanket off the couch, wrapping it around himself like a cape. He made his way back to the kitchen, cleaning off the griddle he'd made pancakes on and setting it aside. He turned instead to the kettle, pouring more hot water into a new packet of cocoa mix. He had the ingredients to make it from scratch, but he was feeling as lazy as he was indulgent.

Grabbing a candy cane from the jar on the counter, and a few cookies from the plate next to it, Min settled on the couch, turning on the TV, but leaving the volume low so as not to bother Kazu. He had a feeling his boyfriend would still be in pretty poor shape today, and Min wondered whether he had the ingredients to make chicken soup. Shrugging to himself, he cozied up under his blanket; soup wouldn't matter for at least a few more hours - Kazu wouldn't be up before noon unless the house was on fire.

Min was deep into some tired old hallmark movie when footsteps behind him alerted him to his boyfriend's presence. Kazu had dragged the comforter out of bed with him, and he shuffled over to the couch, dropping down next to Minato with a groan.

"Hi sweetie." The tiny blond ventured, "how are you feeling?"

"Shitty." Kazu's voice was barely there, a hoarse shadow of his usual deep baritone. He felt like he was dying - a hangover and a high fever were a nasty combination, and the added pain in his hurt wrist didn't help. He closed his eyes, the dim light of the old TV aggravating his headache.

Minato frowned sympathetically, scooting over to cozy up against his boyfriend. He ran a hand through Kazu's messy hair, loosening some of the tangles with his small, nimble fingers. Despite how quiet the dark-haired boy was being, Min could tell he was miserable, and tried to think what he might do to help. "I'm gonna go to the kitchen. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Mm." Kazu nodded vaguely; it was unsure whether he actually heard Min, or was just pretending to listen. Either way, the tiny blond shuffled off, reheating the kettle and putting a pot on the stove. Minato ended up being gone nearly forty minutes. Kazu started to grow bored, opening one eye to scan the tiny living room. The shitty hallmark movie was currently on a commercial, which was debatably more entertaining than the film itself.

There were two presents hiding under the tree in the corner. Well, 'tree' was a generous term. It was a cone of cardboard wrapped in green tinsel, with dollar store ornaments stuck around it; Kazu had assembled it a few weeks ago, when Min broke down crying upon realizing they couldn't afford a tree. Kazu knew what one of the gifts was - the large, flat envelope concealed a portrait he'd spent weeks on, of him and Min in their favourite garden. He assumed the wrapped box to be holding something equally cheap and symbolic - perhaps some homemade jewelry, or a crocheted blanket. He couldn't know for sure, though. Min had been intensely secretive about the whole gifting process, wanting them both to be surprised on Christmas. Kazu couldn't help but feel a little guilty; he stayed in Min's house, ate his food, wasted his time, and all he had to offer was a drawing. It was an excellent piece of art, but it still felt worthless compared to all that Minato gave him.

His focus on the tree started to blur, and Kazu stretched out on the couch, grimacing and groaning as he struggled to get comfortable. His whole body ached, and there was an intense pain lingering in his right hand. He couldn't even remember what he'd done to hurt it last night, but it had to have been nasty. He was just glad it hasn't been his shoulder again; it still hadn't quite recovered from the last dislocation, and was also aching quite a bit with the aggravation of illness. Kazu closed his eyes, rubbing his temple with his good hand. His body was such a wreck - it'd be a miracle if he made it to thirty at this rate. He wondered if he even wanted to make it to thirty.

Kazu's morbid train of thought was cut short by the cheery voice of his boyfriend. Minato had returned, bearing soup, tea, and painkillers. Kazu sat up, reaching first for the pills, downing them dry before grabbing the tea to ease his sore throat. "You're the best, babe." He croaked, "is your church still doing the saint thing? Cause you should be one."

Minato giggled, rolling his eyes and sitting down next to his boyfriend. "I'm not that great. Besides, I think you have to actually be a devout Catholic to be a saint. I haven't even been to church since I was like seventeen."

"Eh, you're better'n those stuffy old fucks in my book." Kazu shrugged, wincing regretfully at the twinge in his bad shoulder. He wondered if it was acting up because he was sick and achy, or if he'd messed it up again last night, and just been too wasted to notice. He set his tea aside after a few sips, tugging the comforter around himself with a shiver.

Min frowned in concern. Kazu was normally very resilient to the cold; just last week, he'd been hanging out in this same chilly room in his boxers. For him to be shivering, he had to be seriously ill. Minato pressed a hand to Kazu's forehead, his icy fingers absorbing the heat as it radiated off his boyfriend. "Don't drink any more tea for a bit. I need to check your temperature."

"Won't the meds 've kicked in?"

"Not that fast." Min explained, climbing to his feet to find the thermometer. It was still on the bathroom counter, left over from last night. He tucked it into the sleeve of his sweater, stopping in the kitchen for a cookie before returning to Kazu. The dark-haired boy was curled up on the couch, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed. Min flapped his sleeves in concern, almost losing the thermometer in the process. Though he'd taken care of hurt Kazu many times, he'd never seen his boyfriend sick before, and it was worrying on a different level. He sat back down on the couch, fidgeting anxiously as he looked over at the dark-haired troublemaker.

Turning to the Hallmark movie to keep himself occupied, Min still found himself glancing obsessively at his phone, checking it every thirty or so seconds until enough time had passed. After about fifteen minutes, he picked up the thermometer, reaching over to stick it in Kazu's mouth. The dark-haired boy mumbled something unintelligible, likely a dick joke, and Minato poked his nose.

"Hush."

The mercury crept slowly up the thin glass tube, and after a moment, Min gently retrieved it, squinting in the dim light to make out the tiny numbers. "One oh... oh my god..." His jaw dropped, and his sleeves began flapping again. "I think you need to see a doctor."

"You're stressing too much, babe. 'S just a fever. I always run hot, it ain't as bad as it looks." Kazu wasn't actually sure of that, but he was an excellent liar, and he put his good hand on Min's shoulder to further reassure his tiny boyfriend.

Minato sighed, still waving his sleeves as he spoke. "Okay, but if you're not feeling better tomorrow, doctor."

"Sure. That's fine." Kazu knew he could talk his way out of it, even if he was literally on fire tomorrow. Min was soft and naive and relentlessly optimistic; just saying "It's okay" was often enough to win him over.

"Good." Min tried to think of something more cheerful. "Do you feel up to opening presents?"

Kazu nodded, "Yea, why not. You first."

Minato hurried over to the tree, grabbing both gifts and setting them on the coffee table. He picked up his present, working his finger under the flap of the envelope to unstick the glue rather than tearing it. After a bit of fiddling, he pulled out a large sheet of heavy drawing paper, filled with easily forty hours' worth of intricate graphite.

Min's eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. "It's beautiful..." he beamed, "I love it." He tucked it very carefully back into the envelope, making sure not to bend or smudge it. "I'll find a frame tomorrow when the stores are open. I want to put it up on the wall."

"Eh, it ain't that great..." Kazu shrugged, uncomfortable with the praise.

"Are you kidding? You're such a good artist, it's crazy." Min scooped up the box now, offering it to his boyfriend. "Come on. Open yours. I got a great present, now it's your turn."

Kazu struggled with the wrapping for a moment; it was hard to untie a bow one-handed. Once he'd loosed the ribbon, he tore into the paper, lifting the cardboard lid without much expectation. As he focused on the gift inside, Kazu let out an audible gasp. It was a sleek leather jacket, sturdy and warm, with a hooded inner layer. He recognized it immediately, and felt a pang of guilt in his chest; it must've cost Min two months' savings at least.

"Do you like it? I remember you ogling it when we were window shopping last month." Minato smiled softly, hugging his boyfriend's closer arm.

Kazu nodded, barely able to force out the words. "I... I love it. Thank you."

"I thought you might. God knows you need a new one." Minato mused, his mind drifting to Kazu's old jacket. An amalgamation of fleece and denim, it was once black, but had faded to grey, and was more patches and cigarette burns than fabric. Though originally quite warm, it had long worn thin, and was well overdue for a replacement.

"Well, yeah, but... It's expensive..." Kazu's scratchy voice wavered in distress. "I didn't spend shit on you..." he mumbled shamefully.

Minato rolled his eyes. "I know that. You think I care? I love you, and I don't want you freezing to death. It doesn't matter if you repay me."

Kazu shook his head, too exhausted to argue. “You’re crazy, babe.” He croaked, carefully folding the jacket back into the box before setting it aside.

“Crazy for you.” Min corrected, climbing into Kazu’s lap. “Mm… you’re nice and warm.”

“No shit,” Kazu rolled his eyes, “I gotta fever.”

Minato shrugged. “At least you’re good for cuddling.” He tugged the comforter over them both, cozying up in Kazu’s lap.

The dark-haired boy wanted to protest. Despite having taken medicine, he was only feeling worse, and he’d been planning to retreat back to the bedroom after presents. The pounding in his head and churning in his stomach had him ready to bolt at a moment’s notice, but when Min let out a tiny content sigh, Kazu knew his fate was sealed. He’d be on the couch for the foreseeable future whether he liked it or not. Not that Minato wouldn’t have moved if Kazu asked, but because Kazu couldn’t bring himself to ask. He knew the tiny blond was happy and comfortable, and he’d already been enough of a thorn in Min’s side this Christmas. He could suck it up and be sick later.

Stuck on the couch with nothing to do but think, Kazu couldn't help but reflect on his gift. Was he a piece of shit for accepting an expensive present from Minato, when he already stayed at the bakery rent-free? Or did stuff like that stop mattering if you were dating the person in question? Should he have worked more last month, and maybe wasted a little less cash on his own vices, so he could get Min a real gift? Min had seemed pleased with the drawing, but maybe he was faking it…

No. Minato couldn't tell a lie to save his life, and he was very easy to please. If he said he liked something, he did. Kazu twisted his hair around the fingers of his good hand, the voices in his head still debating about how he was a piece of shit who didn't deserve Min, much less nice gifts from him. A shaky sigh rattled out of Kazu, and the seemingly distracted Min leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“If you don't feel good, go back to bed. We can do something together when you feel better.”

The dark-haired boy blinked in surprise, looking down at Minato through bleary eyes. “Are ya sure? I already crashed your Christmas Eve, I don't wanna make today suck, too.”

Min rolled his eyes, gently booping Kazu’s nose with his fingertip. “I don't care what day it is, stupid. I just want you to feel better. I'll be happy whenever we get to do stuff.”

“You… you will?”

“Of course I will.” Min nodded, wrapping his arms gently around his boyfriend. “You need to get some rest. Are you more comfortable here or in bed?”

Kazu just shrugged; both the couch and bed were too short for him, it was really just a matter of laziness - did he want to get up, or stay where he was?

“I won't move you then.” Minato decided, pecking Kazu on the cheek again before climbing to his feet. “I should make sure the kitchen is ready for tomorrow. Just call if you need anything.”

“Mm.” Kazu nodded, more dismissive than acknowledging as he curled up on the couch. He didn't need anything aside from sleep, and he knew Min would be careful not to bother him.

Min leaned down over the couch, making sure Kazu was well tucked in before walking off. “Sleep well, sweetie. Merry Christmas. I love you.”

“Yea… love you, too.”

#whump #illness #fever #cold #kazuhiro #yokota #minato #kurosawa #some real gay shit #builder051

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sickandvomiting · 7 years ago

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Okay, so I really like your OC Jon (Tron). I know emeto is your main, but I was wondering if you would consider doing a drabble with him just having a terrible cold? You can include other OCs of your choice, of course! (If not, that is 100 percent fine, and I understand completely!)

This was so fun to write oh my god. I also realize that I’ve never actually used Jeeves before so have some Jeeves as well. Thank you for the prompt!!

“UGHHHHHHHH”, Tron moaned loudly. The sound was muffled by at least five blankets that Tron had stolen from his friend’s beds over the course of the night. Even with the added layers, he was still shivering. God, it was so cold. He sniffled miserably and rolled onto his other side, trying to find a comfortable way to position his aching, chill-wracked body. He tried to take a breath in through his nose, but the air caught in his sinuses and he couldn’t fully inhale. It was like someone has stuffed his nose full of cotton, then added more for good measure, then sealed the whole thing off with a cork. He manually blocked one nostril and sucked in hard, trying to clear the path, but it only served to dislodge a bit of the mucus, which he choked on as it hit his windpipe. He launched into a painful coughing fit, the force of which seemed to tear at his already sore and swollen throat. When the fit subsided he practically yelled in frustration. He just wanted to feel better already.

It had been days. Days of hiding under stuffy blankets, and alternating between freezing and burning– sometimes he felt like he was both hot and cold at the same time. Days of blowing his stuffed and yet still running nose into scratchy government issue toilet paper. Days of barely being able to swallow because his glands were so swollen and the back of his throat was so raw. Nights of restless, fitful sleep accompanied by dark dreams and haunting shadows that his fever addled brain took a few minutes to shake even after he woke up. And he was done.

“Muffinnnn,” he whined noisily to the camp cook. His voice was gravelly and cracking, and he coughed weakly as the action irritated his throat. “I’m actually dying, Muffin. Write me a nice eulogy. Tell my parents I loved them.” However, because he was completely buried under a mound of blankets, he couldn’t see that Muffin had already left. He had left quite awhile ago, actually. The only one left in the barracks was Jeeves, a whiny twig of a man who was spoiled rotten by rich parents as a child and well into his adult life as well.

“Better you than me, Tron,” Jeeves said with a contemptuous sniff. “Just try not to get the rest of us sick.” He had his t-shirt’s neck pulled over his nose and mouth. An unintelligible grumble came from under the mound of blankets.

“What was that now?” Jeeves leaned as close as he thought was safe.

“I SAID FUCK YOU JEEVES!” Tron roared as he pulled the blankets from over his face for added clarity. However, the effort of yelling was too much for his scratchy throat and threw him into a particularly violent coughing.

Tron buried his face into the crook of his elbow and he hacked. He felt a disgusting mix of phlegm and spittle flying from his lips as his lungs tried to force their way out his mouth, and he felt something in his ribcage pop, sending a spike of pain radiating all the way down his side. And the thing worst thing was it didn’t seem to be stopping. He just coughed and hacked and gagged when the coughs were too strong. His eyes were closed tight against the pressure. He was sure that if he opened them they would pop right out of it skull. White spots danced across the corners of his vision with each barking expulsion. Tears slid down his cheeks from pain and exertion as he gasped for air, which only made him cough harder. He only vaguely registered the sounds of the door opening and slamming shut. Seconds later the sound repeated, and suddenly he felt large strong hands on his back, one steadying him and the other patting firmly between his shoulder blades. Muffin. He felt smaller fingers, slender and soft, pushing back his bangs from his sweaty forehead and pushing a cool damp washcloth in their place.

When the fit finally subsided he hung his head weakly. The small hands kept the cloth pressed to his face when his head dropped, and someone wiped the mess of saliva and tears from his face with toilet tissue.

“Guhhh,” he groaned miserably as he opened his red-rimmed eyes blinking slowly as they acclimated to the light. He heard a high pitched yelp and suddenly the small hands left his forehead.

He tried to focus his hazy vision on the startled figure in front of him. He was surprised to recognize Jeeves. His addled brain tried to figure out what had caused the fright, but this was answered for him when Jeeves suddenly grabbed Tron’s face in both hands and turned it toward the light, looking hard at his left eye.

“It’s bright red!!” Jeeves whispered in awe. “I think you burst a blood vessel in your sclera during the fit!” He turned Tron’s head about, inspecting his eye, clearly fascinated. He hastily added, “Sorry about the jump, it just wasn’t what I expected to see.”

“How you are ever gonna be a doctor if you jump at red eyes is beyond me,” Muffin said.

“H-hey now!” Jeeves started, voice cracking in indignation.

Tron rasped, “How you’re ever gonna be a doctor when you pull a t-shirt over your face to keep from catching a cold is beyond me…” His throat was entirely shot, and his voice sounded more like a pitiful squeak than anything else. Tron moaned as Jeeves released his face, and his aching head fell heavily into his own hands. He felt like his skull would split in two any second.

Jeeves thought for a second. He could go sulk about their rude remarks. That’s what he really wanted to do. But he wanted to show them that he was okay to study medicine. He wanted to show them that wasn’t as bad as they assumed. So instead of going to skulk around the camp, he rewet the washcloth and dabbed it gently over Tron’s flushed face.

“To be entirely fair, this seems more like the fucking pneumonic plague than a cold,” he said softly, aware of how loud noises might affect his ill comrade’s splitting headache. Jeeves looked up toward Muffin. He was met with wide, shocked eyes.

“I didn’t know you actually knew swear words!” Muffin chided.

“Yeah, when you hang around ingrates like you guys enough, you pick up a few things.” Jeeves voice was gentle, his tone kind. Which was strange for the normally callous young man. An odd mischievous grin played at his lips before he pressed the cloth into Tron’s hand and stood, ready to leave. He was just about to close the door when Muffin nudged Tron and cocked his head in Jeeves’ direction, eyebrows indicating that he was expecting something more from the ill man. Tron grumbled a bit, but looked the smaller man in the eyes.

“Thanks, Jesse,” he managed. After a moment’s pause, he added, “You’re a decent guy under all of the weird sweaty angst, ya know?”

A genuine smile lit up Jeeves’ face at the use of his given name. But he held a slender finger up in front of his lips and said “Shhh. Don’t let anyone else know, yeah?”

Both Tron and Muffin pressed a finger to their lips in agreement. Jeeves turned on his heel and stalked out the door.

Muffin turned to Tron and met his eyes, Both whispered a simultaneous bewildered “What the fuck??”

Jeeves smiled to himself. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

#my writing #sickfic #fever #cold #coughing #chills #my ocs #Tron #Jeeves #muffin #male illness #also being the idiot that I am I didn't realize that if you said his names together it's jon///Tron #which is not at all what I was going for I do not like him #vietnam group

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damenemo · 8 years ago

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Sick Vicar

Gr//antch//ester fanfic

Sidney wakes to the chiming of the bells and lurches, cursing, out of bed. His alarm clock's gone from the bedside table, but he doesn't think through that evidence because he has to hang on to the end of the bed while he coughs... and coughs and coughs. When he can get his breath he curses again and stumbles out into the hall, making for the bathroom, but Geordie's at the head of the stairs, in his shirtsleeves, with the paper tucked under his arm. "Where d'you think you're going?" he asks.

"Church," Sidney croaks.

"Not like that you're not," Geordie tells him. "Going to start an epidemic of bronchitis. Leonard's got everything in hand. You can go back to bed."

Sidney shakes his head and tries to protest, but “Sunday,” is all he can get out before he has to cough again. He can feel it all the way down in his chest.

"You're ill," Geordie says, in a patient tone, and puts an arm around his back to guide him back to the bedroom.

"Not... not so bad..." Sidney protests. It hadn't been, yesterday, just a stuffy head and a stubborn cough and a mounting headache that he thought he could get rid of with aspirin and an early bedtime. "Just congested from lying down..." He rubs the back of a hand over his still-aching forehead. It feels clammy. "Geordie, why are you here?"

"If this is your version of not so bad, remind me not to come by when you decide you're really feeling poorly." Geordie keeps his hand firmly on Sidney's arm as he takes him into the bedroom and then sits him down on the bed. He looks exhausted and pale, but with the tell-tale flush of fever over his face. "Well... thought the vicarage was as good as church for a Sunday morning," Geordie murmurs. When Sidney frowns at him and looks bleary and confused, Geordie presses his own hand to Sidney's face. "You've had a bit of a rough night. We needed somebody here when you woke up."

"What? Me?" Sidney squints at Geordie, wondering if somehow his friend has mixed him up with baby David, but Geordie doesn't look disoriented or distracted, just a bit frownish and fed up. And his hand feels really marvelous on Sidney's face.

"Yes, you, you arse," Geordie says. "Now come on, under the covers, or your Mrs M will have my hide for letting you get chilled."

"Mrs M... called you?" Sidney asks, as he lets Geordie pull up the bedclothes. As he wakes up further he realizes his chest aches as well as his head, and his whole body feels prickly, sweaty yet chilled.

"Indeed she did. And in quite a state, too, so you best be nice to her when she gets back from the church." Geordie tugs the bedclothes up as high as he can over Sidney, then smoothes them over his chest. He even sounds congested, both his head and chest, and Geordie sighs a bit and rubs Sidney's chest when he gives a rather painful sounding cough. "I think she might be bringing the doctor back with her," Geordie says, and waits for Sidney's breathing to calm before asking. "D'you want tea or water? You have to have one," he says when Sidney swallows and winces.

"Tea?" Sidney says hesitantly. Then, as Geordie gets up he says, even more shyly, his shattered voice barely letting the words out, "come back up while the kettle's boiling?"

"You think Mrs M left the house without a full pot of tea made for you, and a pan of porridge, and a boiled egg as well? I'll be back in two ticks. You stay there and get warm."

Sidney gives a little nod in reply, and leans in when Geordie gives his shoulder a quick squeeze before leaving the bedroom. Geordie doesn't bother with breakfast food just yet, but he gets Sidney tea and a couple aspirin, and grabs his paper on the way up, in case he can actually get Sidney back to sleep. When he gets back to the bedroom, Sidney's nestled himself down further into the blankets, but he still looks miserable and shiverish. "Here," Geordie says, carefully handing Sidney his cup of tea, and then the aspirin, "these'll both help."

Sidney hitches himself up against the pillows just a bit to take the mug in one hand and the tablets in the other. He sips to see how hot the tea is - it's just right. He swallows down the tablets, then has to cough before he can drink more.

Geordie sits on the edge of the bed and pats his leg through the covers. "There. That'll warm you up"

Sidney makes a hoarse, stuffy sort of sound in reply and wraps his hands around his tea. He looks a bit better - less disoriented, and a slightly more awake, though he still looks as if he wants to burrow down into the blankets. The cough'll keep him from doing that, Geordie knows, and he pats Sidney's leg again when he turns aside with a few low, rough coughs. "When you finish your tea, you can try and get back to sleep. Or at least rest," he says, when Sidney frowns at his tea.

"Was that... nine o'clock, or ten?" Sidney asks. "The bells," he goes on when Geordie frowns.

"Eleven," Geordie tells him. "Mrs M will be back soon, unless she thinks Leonard needs help in the sacristy."

Sidney actually looks upset when Geordie tells him what time it is, and starts to lean forward in bed when Geordie mentions Leonard.

"Oh, no," Geordie says, and this time rests his hand on Sidney's shoulder and nudges him back toward his pillows. "You're not leaving your bed again until somebody gives you permission."

"But... the banns for Patricia and Michael... and, and the missionary offering... and..." Sidney coughs. He lets Geordie urge him back, though he protests "'m really not so bad... aspirin's going to help the chills..."

"Yeah, well, we'll see what the doctor says. Drink up, now," Geordie urges. "Finish that and I'll give you a cup with a tot of whiskey in it."

"Really?" Sidney says, and his voice is this sad little croak that would make Geordie laugh if he weren't in bed, all rumpled and fatigued with having spent much of the night coughing.

"Really. You have to drink this one first, though," he reminds Sidney and gives the tea cup a tap with one finger. Sidney nods and obediently takes a sip. The warmth eases the soreness in his chest, but it makes his nose run. After he sniffles a bit, Geordie gets up to rummage in the dresser and finds him a handkerchief. "Shall I read you the sporting news?"

"Umb. snffSniiff! All right," Sidney says, wiping his nose on the handkerchief, then giving Geordie one of his bleary smiles. He settles into his blankets and pillows with his tea, and only half looks like he's following what Geordie's reading to him, and, truly, Sidney spends most of his time drinking his tea, and between sips, sniffling or coughing.

Geordie hoped the aspirin and tea, combined with the monotonous recital of football scores, might lull Sidney into a doze, but it's just as well it doesn't because soon there's a quiet step on the stair and then Mrs M, still in her coat and hat, pushes the bedroom door open. "Is he awake?" she asks Geordie. "I've brought the doctor."

"He's awake," Geordie says, and rests a hand on Sidney's arm to stop him from answering for himself. Because he knows Sidney's going to tell Mrs. M to send the doctor away, or to insist he's fine and should be awake or out of bed, or anything else like his ridiculous sleep-deprived feverish brain can come up with. "Awake and mostly obedient. He's right poorly, though," Geordie adds, and gives a nod when Mrs.M glances behind herself, where Geordie guesses the doctor is waiting.

Sidney bristles a little at Geordie's estimation, but he can't muster the energy to protest. He drinks more tea, then sits up straighter as Dr. Morris comes in. "Morning, Mr. Chambers. Let's have a look at you, hm?"

"I gave him some aspirin just now," Geordie explains. "With the tea."

"Won't take his temperature just yet, then." The doctor takes Sidney's wrist and shakes his watch free of his sleeve. "Had a cold for a few days?"

Both Geordie and Mrs. M start to answer for Sidney, who sighs and then coughs, and coughs again, and finally nods his head. "Just a cold," he murmurs, though the irritable edge to his voice that he had had yesterday when telling everyone else the same thing is gone, and in its place, the tired, hoarse edge. "The cough, and congestion... "

"Hmm," Dr Morris says thoughtfully. "Headache, sore throat...?" He puts Sidney's wrist down and digs in his bag for his stethoscope. "Can you sit up a bit for me?"

"Headache," Sidney nods, then adds, a bit more shyly, "throat hurts from coughing..." He nods again, then sniffles and coughs after he pulls himself away from his pillows. It's not so much that sitting up is that much of an effort, but more that everything seems to be making him cough, and he's making as much effort as he can not to cough all over everything in the room, not with so many people in it.

"Must hurt your chest, too," Dr. Morris says sympathetically. Sidney shrugs, then has to turn away when he can't hold back the coughing any more. Mrs M makes a fretful sound and she joins Geordie in holding Sidney's shoulder to support him while he coughs.

"He was doing that, and worse, all night," Mrs. M says sharply. "Reeling down the hall trying to get back to bed from the bathroom." Sidney's too out of breath to try to contradict her, and when the coughing eases he has an uncomfortable flash of memory of Leonard's dressing gown close to his face, and strong cool hands guiding his head down to the pillow.

The doctor makes a thoughtful, serious sort of sound in reply, and waits for the coughing to ease up a bit. He touches Sidney's chest. "Alright. Let your breathing even out... I'm going to listen to your chest now," he murmurs, and Sidney can only nod in reply again, lest he start coughing. He fumbles at the buttons on his pajama shirt, shivering almost as soon as he has it open.

Sidney manages a few breaths before he has to cough again, and the doctor frowns as he listens, He lets Sidney do up his pajamas and listens to his back through the cloth. "Now, blow your nose, and I'll take your temperature," Dr Morris instructs. "How long since the aspirin?"

"Three quarters of an hour," Geordie says. "I'll get some more tea for after, hm, Sidney?" Sidney feels ridiculously bereft at the thought of Geordie leaving, even for a few moments, but he nods. He's glad of Mrs M's gloved hand on his shoulder while he waits for the thermometer to register.

Sidney give a brief, little half-cough while the thermometer is still in his mouth, then a small nod when Mrs. M squeezes his shoulder and both she and the doctor look at him to check that he's all right. He doesn't really need to cough, or, at least, not urgently, but his throat and chest feel irritated. When the doctor finally takes the thermometer from under his tongue, Sidney droops back against the pillows.

Mrs. M pulls off a glove and puts a hand on his forehead, and Sidney closes his eyes and just melts under the touch. "Well?" Mrs M demands, her voice as sharp as her hand is warm.

"The fever's quite high, and he's very congested, with some bad patches. I don't want to put him through a trip into Cambridge for an x-ray, when I'd want him on sulfa whether it's bronchitis or pneumonia."

"Not pneumonia," Sidney objects, without opening his eyes. "Had that before. I'd know."

Mrs. M makes a small, comforting sort of noise, and Geordie just says "Oh, Sidney," from the bedroom doorway as he brings in the tea. The doctor, however, says "Aha" and looks as if he's taking mental note of Sidney's revelation.

Mrs. M strokes his forehead gently when he shakes his head. "If he doesn't need to go... But if he does, if it's that bad -- "

"It's not," Sidney shakes his head again.

"I think," Dr. Morris says, "we'll see how he is after twenty-four hours on the sulfa tablets. Keep him warm, give him plenty of fluids, and a light diet. I'll give you prescription for cough mix as well, and if you can borrow a steam kettle..."

"Mrs. Jenkins is bringing one up," Mrs M says. "I thought it would make him more comfortable."

"Anything that'll help him breathe more easily will make him more comfortable." Sidney just sighs at the conversation between the doctor and Mrs. M, though he doesn't have the strength to object or, really, even to get himself to sit up away from the pillows again. When Geordie sits back down on the edge of the bed, Sidney opens his eyes and lets Geordie hand him the cup of fresh, hot tea.

"It's important to give him the sulfa every four hours. Can you and Mr Finch take it in turns?"

"And me," Geordie says, not turning away from Sidney.

"You don't have to..." Sidney protests feebly.

"Shut up and drink your tea," Geordie orders. He rubs Sidney's leg through the covers. "I'll go home for a bit this evening and be back after the kids go to bed."

"Kathy'll need you," Sidney says, though he obediently drinks some tea and nudges his leg in a little closer to Geordie.

"Kathy'll be glad not to have me underfoot all day," he says, then nods at Sidney to keep drinking his tea.

"We'll look after him," Mrs. M adds, "He'll have whatever he needs."

Sidney feels himself go a bit shy at all the attention, but the doctor nods in approval and starts writing out instructions for Mrs. M. While the doctor talks to Mrs. M, Sidney turns to Geordie. "Really don't need to stay," he murmurs, then drops his eyes to his tea, "but I'm glad... you don't mind..."

Mrs M goes downstairs with the doctor, and then Leonard comes up, still in his cassock, with a handful of drooping wildflowers. "These are from little Tabitha Green," he tells Sidney. "I don't think they're going to last but I promised her I'd give them to you, so admire, and then I'll put them on the compost heap."

"What? Oh." Sidney hitches himself up on the pillows to look at the flowers, and gives Leonard a grateful look. "You could put them in a glass of water," he says.

Leonard gives the flowers a rather doubtful look. "I'm not sure that will help. How are you feeling?" he asks.

Sidney shrugs, then says, "Fine. Well, not fine," he amends when Geordie looks ready to start detailing his symptoms, "But I will be."

"I could bring your phonograph up, if you like," Leonard says eagerly. "Or a novel? Or just... leave you and the inspector," he finishes bashfully.

"Maybe just come sit?" Sidney suggests. "When you've had some lunch and a rest after the service. I'm so sorry you had to..."

"Not at all," Leonard says firmly. "It was no trouble. And everything went very well."

"I'm sure everything was fantastic. Sorry about the short notice, though," Sidney adds.

"Oh. No, don't... We, ah, rather suspected you might not be up for preaching last night," Leonard adds, but gently, and he pats Sidney on the shoulder warmly when Sidney droops back into his pillows with a small groan.

"Was I really that bad last night?" he asks, then, after turning aside to cough into his shoulder, adds, croakily, "No, don't tell me... "

Leonard pats him again, very gently, and says "Perhaps I'll change and then I could eat lunch in here with you, and tell you all the parish news?"

"Probably more interesting than the sporting news," Geordie points out.

Sidney half-laugh, half-coughs, and clears his throat roughly. "If you don't listening to me cough the whole time," Sidney says. "Bring your lunch up. Oh," he says, then, and sits up from the pillows, "Dickens -- "

Leonard pats Sidney again. "He's fine. Geordie took him out for a run, and I'll take him out later."

Sidney droops back on the pillows, touched by how efficiently his friends have taken over his responsibilities, but embarrassed to realize how much he missed. "How early did Mrs M get you out here?" he asks Geordie.

"You know David has us up at dawn," Geordie answers. "So does she, otherwise she wouldn't have rung before seven."

"Before seven?" Sidney says, incredulous, and almost immediately starts coughing. And coughing, the chest-deep, rough, painful coughs that always seem to come along when he gets ill like this. He tries to tell Geordie not to fuss, but Geordie moves in a little closer to him on the bed anyway and puts his arm firmly around Sidney's shoulders.

Leonard frowns, and clasps his hands nervously, and then sits down on the foot of the bed and pats Sidney's leg through the bedclothes until Sidney can catch his breath. "You don't remember falling down in the hall last night," Leonard says. "Well, early this morning. I think you'd been in the lav and were trying to get back to bed..."

"Doesn't matter," Geordie says roughly. "Drink your tea, Sidney."

"I -- what?" Sidney says, confused and hoarse and achy from the cough. He looks at Leonard, then Geordie, and lets Geordie help him settle back against the pillows.

"Doesn't matter," Geordie says again, "you had a rough night with the fever, is all. You'll feel better soon." Geordie rubs Sidney's shoulder reassuringly and watches him until he starts back in on his tea.

Leonard reluctantly goes off to change and Sidney sinks back against the pillows with his tea. "So Mrs M called you before seven to come... take my dog for a run?"

"And come see you," Geordie says easily. He doesn't repeat how panicked Mrs M had sounded on the phone, or how Leonard had been sitting up with Sidney when Geordie arrived.

Sidney looks skeptical, but drinks the tea until the cup is empty then hands it back to Geordie. He's too exhausted to really think the whole matter through, but he looks at Geordie anyway. "I'm not a child, Geordie," Sidney says.

Geordie sighs at him, then fusses a bit with the blankets on the bed. "I -- We know that. We just want you to get better, all right? That's all you need to think about doing." He pauses, then looks at Sidney and the glassy-eyed, fatigued expression on his face. "You were feverish last night."

Sidney manages to eat half a slice of toast and most of a cup of soup while Leonard tells him about the morning services, and then he's so tired he's glad to have Geordie and Mrs M turn his pillows and encourage him to lie down - or half-lie-down, Mrs M seems convinced he needs to be propped up to breathe properly. "I'll read you the rest of the footie results," Geordie says, and his easy voice guides Sidney down into dreams.

#sneezey vicar #coughing #caretaking #1950s #Gr//antch//ester #my fic

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balajiodm-blog · 6 years ago

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Fighting with the cold? Here are essential Tips to Fell Better!

Cold weather doesn’t make you be in sick, but the winter season does indeed make you prone to catching a bad cold. In cold weather condition, people usually spend more time indoors where bacteria and viruses are more likely to wander in the air and on the surfaces you touch. Hence, the room temperature gets down, and your mucus membrane will get dry, irritated and more vulnerable to infection.

To be precise, cold and flu a season around the corner, and now we have to deal with it, right? Don’t let that nasty cold to get the best of you take charge with the simple home remedies that clear up your stuffy nose and soothe your scratchy throat and find the healthier ways.

Fresh Ginger & Raw Garlic

Steep a tea made from the freshly peeled and sliced ginger root to fight against the cold, chills, lungs congestion, tummy upset and sore throat. How? Its warming nature stimulates blood circulation and opens the sinus pore to allow for the better expectoration when the lungs are bogged down by the mucus.

On this way, eating some raw garlic is an excellent way to open the lungs and sinuses; support your body during cold or flu; kills off invading germs and bacteria; ease a cough and load your immune system. In fact, many specialists in Best ortho hospital in Chennai recommending this healing magic to relieve all your joint pain too.

Ways To Feel Better During A Cold

Take Hot Bath

Getting into hot water with the Epsom salt, essentials oils and a glass of lemon water to heal your cold and flu. The hot water bath helps to increase your blood circulation and soothe achy tired muscles and also ease body aches associated with the cold and flu.

By the way, we strongly recommend you to add essential oils like peppermint or eucalyptus to cut through the sticky mucus in the lungs and sinuses. In addition to this, make sure to drink plenty of water to stay hydrated and prevent overheating.

Apple Cider Vinegar

It is one of the excellent remedies to alleviate dry, itchy or sore throats. Further, it can even help to fight against digestive upset when diluted with a bit of water. Generally, Apple cider vinegar is loaded with more supplements like Vitamin C and a decent number of probiotics as well.

So, add one tsp of raw apple cider vinegar to a glass of water and drink it throughout the day to keep yourself hydrated and fight cold and flu.

Eat Broths & Soups

At the time of sick, especially with the flu, it's essential to feed a cold and starve a fever with the nutrients. Homemade broths, soups and mineral-rich veggie stock help you to feel better by warming up. That’s the reason, our grandmother always preaches to give healthy soups while you were in cold and flu.

Accordingly, eating broths and soups male you feel better, soothe a sore throat, clear up stuffy lungs and sinuses and gives you a little bit of energy.

Elderberry

It is the kind of cold and flu remedies, which will cut a cold or flu’s duration by about 4 days and is effective against numerous different strains of flu virus. For this reason, try to have a stock of dried elderberries in your pantry and prepare elderberry syrups, teas, elixirs, teas, and tinctures to boost immunity and get rid of illness faster.

#bestorthohospital

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lambpain82-blog · 5 years ago

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Best Natural Remedies for Shingles — (I Survived it Myself! And How Homeopathy Helped)

It happened again. I've told you about this before: I'm convinced that at times God allows me to get some weird stuff just so I can research it and then pass along what I've learned to all of you, my beloved reader friends. And I do love you guys and all, but this is getting a bit ridiculous! Besides the below issues, I'm pretty darn healthy and feel great every day! But each of these experiences have taught me a lot about natural remedies that will help you get better without causing a bunch of new problems in the process, as most drugs will. And those conventional “fixes” don't really get you better anyway, they just put on a little bandaid and later when it's ripped off again, you're usually worse off than where you started.

God knows that I love helping all of you get better, stay healthy, etc., but we really have had some odd maladies hit our home, and even some scary issues like…

This time it was shingles, lovely. But at least then I could figure this one out for you too: the BEST natural remedies for shingles that WORK!

Yep, that's my back in the picture above. I had shingles a few months ago and I'm just now finding the time to tell you about it. I'll share some of what I wrote in my daily notes to keep track of what was happening.

It began as quite the mystery — nothing was making sense at first…

It started on a Sunday when my back began to ache in an unusual way that I'd never felt before. I was in the car a lot over the weekend and thought maybe it was from that. It wasn't horrible, just a weird dull ache that felt a little like muscle pain on the right side of my back all day.

It was worse on Monday, I was uncomfortable if I was in one position too long and had to keep moving around. (I later learned this was a shingles symptom, but hadn't put that together yet.) By evening there was a little burning sensation in the front on the right side too. Since I still thought it might be a muscular issue and it was a “pain that gets better with motion”, I took some of this homeopathic remedy, which also turned out to be a good shingles remedy, but I still wasn't thinking shingles yet…

Tuesday I began getting itchy, not constantly but occasionally, on my mid-abdomen and side. Because of the burning and how it hurt in the front and the back, I started wondering if my gallbladder or liver were involved somehow — it's crazy how many of these symptoms are similar to gallbladder issues! (Read more about that here: How to keep your gallbladder and what to eat if it's already removed.)

By Wednesday I started getting a little rash on the middle of my back, and when I had a numb feeling on the skin there, which was still a little itchy, I still had “gall badder” in my head — even though I eat so many healthy fats, and I couldn't imagine that my gallbladder could be sluggish for any reason! I was researching it, of course, and learned that “bile backing up in the bloodstream” could cause the numbness…

Thursday early in the morning I woke and felt the same mild pain in middle of my right side under my rib cage and it went toward the front and back, and I still had that weird rash in the middle of my back, about 2 inches square, that was mildly sore and only mild itchy. I started to realize that this thing wasn’t going away, although it wasn't getting worse either, but I got some apple juice to start the gallbladder cleanse.

Monday there were 2 MORE itchy spots along a line around my waist and one in front so then it finally hit me: this is shingles and not gallbladder — the back pain and tingling was all nerve related, duh!

Thankfully the pain and itching isn't bad at all, only a mild case I think? I asked Joette if I should take some homeopathy to prevent the symptoms from getting worse and she said you just treat the symptoms, so if they're not bad or bothering much, just leave it for now.

The following Monday my side started to hurt a little more again, weird that I didn’t have that for week or so and then it was back, still not horrible, just annoying if sitting or standing too much. Also started getting “zingers” in my arm and on my side — where a little quick shooting nerve pain would startle me, so I took this remedy for that and any lingering back pain and it worked well.

Two weeks after the rash first began it was pretty much gone. Still a bit itchy on my side and back now and then. Back pain mostly gone too unless on my feet a lot. Now just the shooting pain occasionally so I started taking this remedy that is more for nerve pain.

And that was the end of my notes, it was done!

Best Natural Remedies for Shingles — everything I used is spelled out here, and thankfully my case remained nice and MILD

Take this remedy at the very first sign of shingles — here are the symptoms to look for:

The first symptom of shingles is usually pain on one side of the body. There may be itching, numbness, tingling, burning, a constant ache, or “zingers” as I called them — a shooting nerve pain. I didn't have the nerve pain yet, just an ache that felt better if I moved, which is why I knew to start with that remedy, but it turns out it was a good choice for shingles (itching, pain) and Joette said she thinks that's why I had such a mild case, because it's what I took right away!

Typically, 1-3 days after the pain starts, a rash with raised, red bumps and blisters shows up on the skin in a similar areas to where the pain was, often near the waistline. They can become pus-filled, just like with chicken pox, then form scabs in less than 2 weeks and disappears within another week or so. These could cause scarring, more on this below.

Sometimes: Fever and chills, headache, upset stomach or abdominal pain.

That same morning I had some digestive upset, but again, not bad enough to take anything, but if I'd needed it, I'd have taken this.

For the nerve pain or “zingers” as I called it when the pain would quickly shoot through my arm or on my side, and also for any lingering back pain, I'd alternate with this pain remedy and this one that is more specifically for nerve pain. (I was glad to have it in case this became a bigger problem, but it never really did so I only took it a couple of times.)

By the way, once most of my symptoms were gone, I started to feel a cold coming (stuffy nose, scratchy throat), so took this remedy that I always take now at the first sign of any illness coming on and 9 times out of 10 it knocks it out before it even begins, and it worked again! (I also continued taking extra probiotics as an immune booster.)

Best Natural Remedies for Shingles — more homeopathics that may help:

Rhus tox is one of the more common remedies employed for the treatment of shingles. If Ranunculus is the Rolls Royce, then Rhus tox is the Cadillac of remedies that relieves the fearsome itching and pains accompanying this condition. The rash consists of small, red fluid-filled vesicles or blisters that break when scratched, spreading the infection. The individual will mostly likely be restless, changing positions often seeking relief. Shingles will appear primarily on the left side of the body. Hot baths and warm compresses bring temporary relief.

Iris versicolor is indicated when the rash is worse on the right side of the abdomen and under the right arm. Shingles are often accompanied by abdominal upset or problems with the pancreas. Also used for neuralgia (nerve pain).

Clematis erectus alleviates shingles pain that features burning, red blisters that become aggravated at night time and with the application of cold water. There may be urinary tract complaints during an attack of shingles, more clearly indicating the use of this remedy. (Source)

Why not take the shingles medicines from your doctor?

My favorite homeopath, Joette Calabrese, is convinced that shingles and MOST other health issues are milder and do not recur when you don’t use the conventional meds. Those are what makes it more intense or what causes it to last for a year! You have shingles—>your doc gives you an antiviral medicine; you have asthma—>he puts you on an inhaler; if it's eczema—>you go on steroids, if you have anxiety—>he puts you on the meds and now you're STUCK. Now you'll get everything worse and it'll last longer!

“Often, homeopathy can work in spite of allopathic drugs, but not so well when it comes to shingles. It is my experience that if drugs are begun, homeopathy’s ability to clear the case is hampered.”

Be aware of shingles vaccines!

After having had shingles, of course I'd still never recommend the shingles vaccine, read this, including the comments.

As a matter of fact…

Does the Varicella vaccine have anything to do with WHY there so many more cases of shingles nowadays?

So in case you're wondering, Kasey's chickenpox that I told you about not long ago was a few months after I had shingles. And too bad, because if he had gotten it beforehand, I may not have gotten shingles at all…

Chickenpox Is Nature's Way of Protecting You from Shingles:

Nature has devised an elegant plan for protecting you from the shingles virus.

After contracting and recovering from chickenpox (usually as a child), as you age, your natural immunity gets asymptomatically “boosted” by coming into contact with infected children, who are recovering from chickenpox. This natural “boosting” of natural immunity to the varicella (chickenpox) virus helps protect you from getting shingles later in life.

This is true whether you are a child, adolescent, young adult, or elderly—every time you come into contact with someone infected with chickenpox, you get a natural “booster shot” that protects you from a painful—and expensive—bout with shingles.

In other words, shingles can be prevented by ordinary contact, such as receiving a hug from a grandchild who is getting or recovering from the chickenpox. But with the advent of the chickenpox vaccine, there is less chickenpox around to provide that natural immune boost for children AND adults.

So as chickenpox rates have declined, shingles rates have begun to rise, and there is mounting evidence that an epidemic of shingles is developing in America from the mass, mandatory use of the chickenpox vaccine by all children. (Source)

I was lucky…

I know that shingles is really horrible for some people, with debilitating nerve pain that can go on for months (although they really should check out the remedy mentioned above for nerve pain!), but thankfully my bout with it was quite mild and not too big a deal. Hopefully now that you know about all of the best natural remedies for shingles, you'll be ready in case you or someone you love is surprised when they have it too!

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Source: https://kellythekitchenkop.com/best-natural-remedies-for-shingles/

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