#anaesthesia recovery

[faofinn]

Day 25 - Shaking

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

@mediwhumpmay

Soon enough, his pressure began to stabilise as the bleeding stopped, and Fao could close, though decided on putting a drain in, just to keep everything the way he wanted it. It could come out in a couple of days, once things were settled. He left Tai in the very capable hands of his girlfriend, murmured reassurance to Hars, and headed out to sort paperwork. 

It was reassuring for Fao to sit and do the paperwork, documenting everything and making sure everything was as it should be. He was just glad the case had gone well, that Tai had stabilised and was going to come out the other side. They’d agreed he’d stay in their ITU/HDU bay for a while, just to make sure he stayed stable, where they had more advanced monitoring. Ely was more than happy for that, as she began to bring him round and extubate him. He was tolerating everything well, as well as could be expected, and she fussed with pain relief and antiemetics to keep him comfortable. 

He was groggy, though had worked out Ely was fussing over him, and that he was safe. Hars was there too, the rough hand in his, the gentle brushing through his hair. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, but he'd grown bored of lying on his back, and so he shifted himself across, barely on his side, but happier than he'd been.

Ely shook her head fondly as Tai struggled onto his side, and gently tucked a pillow behind him to make him more comfortable. 

“Tai, sweetie?” She asked gently, a hand on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

He blinked at her, giving a quiet groan. "Shit."

“Surgery’s all done now, you did really well.” She told him. “Are you in pain?”

"Maybe?"

“Feeling sick?”

He thought about it. "Yeah."

“I’ll get you something.” She said, squeezing his shoulder. She topped up his antiemetics and pain relief, hoping to keep him comfortable, and then adjusted his blanket. 

As much as Tai (and everyone else) hoped to just fall back asleep, life wasn't fair. There was an itch to his bones he couldn’t settle with, and he kept shaking, despite his attempts to stop it.

Ely watched him carefully, sat next to his bed. She of course noticed his fidgeting, the way he couldn’t stop shaking, and draped another blanket over him, hoping that would help. 

"Ely." He whined. "Fix it."

“What’s wrong, are you cold?” She asked softly. 

"No."

“Try and take some deep breaths?” She soothed. “In and out.”

Harrison squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. "You're alright."

"I'm not." He grumbled,rubbing his face in frustration. "It's wrong."

“It’s okay.” Ely murmured. “Take a nice deep breath for me, you’re alright.”

"I can breathe." He whined. "It's just wrong."

“I know. Do you want a sip of water?”

"No, I want you to fix it." His lip wobbled. "Can Hars lie wit' me?"

Ely hummed. “So long as he’s careful.” 

"Are you sure?" Harrison asked. "I don't want to hurt you. Maybe it's best I stay here?"

"Hars."

“Go on, he’ll be asleep in a minute.” She encouraged. “Hop up behind him, move that pillow.”

"Alright, okay." He carefully shuffled Taidgh around, slipping in behind him. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head, his fingers running through his hair. He was so grateful that Tai was still there, that he could hold him in his arms. Of course there was the recovery to come, they all knew that, but he was still alive. 

"Hars?"

"Mm? Thought you were gonna nap?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tai. C'mon, try shut your eyes, get some rest. It'll help stop the shaking, make you feel better when you wake up."

Ely belongs to @epochandeons

[cowardstiel]

well. i’ll be spending lazarus rising day getting all 4 of my wisdom teeth out. peace and love on planet general anaesthesia

[aggressionbread]

its only my second full day of recovery but its feeling a bit easier than my first surgery. maybe its the incision locations that make it easier to move? or the fact i spent over 24 hours in the hospital being taken care of? nurses were all great, i got fed, and iv fluids, and pain relief, and i got up and walked a lot so maybe that's helping too?

but i got home today and i was kind of dreading it just bc getting in and out of a bed with no handles is tough but honestly i'm just so happy to be out of there

[ineedfairypee]

When your anxiety convinces you that it’s been so long something must have gone wrong but you can’t check if something’s gone wrong cause if it has then the people who could tell you something’s gone wrong would need space 😩😭💔

(She was absolutely fine and came out wearing the hilarious T-shirt I made her)

[yueyimold]

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[wosoamazing]

Birth

Baby x3 | Baby, Baby... Baby?

Summary: The triplets are born.

Warnings: Surgery, Hospitals

“You’re okay, bebé, just focus on me,” Alexia told you, causing your roaming eyes to focus on her, and she smiled at you from where she sat, just next to your head on a stool, you smiled back slightly, clearly nervous, you didn’t like surgery, it scared you, and truth be told neither did Alexia but she had to stay strong for you, “I love you, you’re doing amazing bebé, just try and relax for me,” you nodded before closing your eyes, willing yourself to be anywhere else. 

Alexia didn’t know if you would actually be able to last the whole time needed for the procedure, especially when a tear rolled down the side of your face, followed by a few more. She quickly wiped them away before squeezing your hand, and kissing your forehead, she couldn’t help but feel this was her fault, you opted out of having general anaesthesia for many reasons, but one of which was that Alexia couldn’t be there if you had chosen it, and it was only fair that she got to witness this too. 

Alexia watched as your midwife asked the doctor something quietly, to which he nodded before she went to the anesthesiologist and asked him too, and he nodded before starting to set up something else, whilst your midwife approached Alexia.

-

“Bebé, would you like to try some nitrous oxide? See if it helps? It’s okay if not but we just thought to offer. Maybe see if it will help you relax slightly?” Alexia asked you softly and you gave a hesitant nod.

Alexia was handed the mouthpiece from the anesthesiologist, and she then turned all her focus back on you “bebé, I’m just going to separate our hands for a moment, okay?” she did so and soon your hand was placed over hers. She gently brought the mouthpiece to your mouth and you took a few breaths before pulling it back, and after a few more breaths you felt yourself relax slightly more, enough so that you felt comfortable enough to open your eyes and look at her, giving her a small smile.

——————

“Okay, everyone ready, first baby will be out soon,” you looked at Alexia and she smiled and nodded, you both weren’t going to really get a view of the babies before they had to be taken away, being born at 33 weeks there was a large unknown as to how much support they would need and what complications would arise meaning each baby having a NICU team ready for them in the OR.

After what felt like forever the surgery was finally over and you were wheeled back to a private recovery room. Where Alexia sat by your side once again, watching you as you fought back sleep.

“Bebé, if you’re tired sleep, I’ll wake you up if the doctors come in, and I promise I won’t leave you, I love you so much, and I am incredibly proud of you,” you nodded your head at her, mumbling an “I love you too,” before falling asleep.

Your midwife walks in just minutes later and Alexia goes to wake you, “No need to wake her, I’m just checking her blood pressure and other vitals,” she says and Alexia nods, “Also the babies are good, they obviously still have to do all the tests and things could change especially within the next hour or so but so far everything is looking good,” Alexia nods once again, worried she might cry if she opened her mouth.

“Is it alright if I let a visitor in?” your perinatologist asks as he walks in, and Alexia nods hesitantly, “as we spoke about in your plan I’ve already explained everything that happened to her,” he continued as Eli walked in and over to her daughter.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he said before he left, your midwife following him.

“You’re a Mami now,” Eli said softly, hyper aware that you were sleeping just beside her.

“Sí, I just hope it was the right decision,” 

“What do you mean?”

“She was so scared Mami, they gave her nitrous oxide to help her calm down and it did help slightly but not that much, it’s why she is sleeping now, she was on the verge of a panic attack the whole time, she’s exhausted, and I feel bad, it’s because of me, she stayed awake because of me,”

“From what I heard you were very very good to her though, and you both had many conversations about it, she’d even spoken to me about what to do and ultimately I think she wanted you there with her more than she didn’t want to be awake,” Alexia just nodded and hummed, before getting out of her chair.

“Sit,” she practically ordered her mother, before she moved to stand beside your bed, softly brushing some strands of hair out of your face, causing you to stir slightly.

“Ale,” you said groggily.

“Sorry bebé, you don’t need to be awake, are you feeling okay though?”

“Mm-hmm, lie with me?” you said, you were already positioned over to one side of the bed, and so Alexia carefully slipped into the bed beside you, before you placed your head on her shoulder, promptly falling back asleep.

“She is definitely not mad at you,” Eli laughed slightly, earning her a harsh glare from her eldest.

“They’re perfect,” you whispered as you held two of the babies against your chest, a blanket covering you and them, Alexia sat beside you, holding the other against her chest.

“You did an amazing job Bebé, thank you,” she replied, as soft tears fell down her cheeks

“I can’t believe we’re mami’s now,” you told her, and looked at her. 

“I love you bebé,” Alexia said before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Mapi was sitting on the bus, with her headphones in as the team travelled up to Bunyol for their game against Levante when she received a message from you and Alexia with a photo. You both looked to be shirtless as you sat side by side on the small hospital bed, two small babies laid on your chest covered by a blanket, and beside you one baby laid on Alexia’s chest, also covered by a blanket. You and Alexia both looked absolutely exhausted, and at the bottom of the picture Mapi could see several wires coming out from under the blankets that were clearly connected to the babies. Yet you were still both beaming. 

Your god daughters are here. Meet Estella María Putellas, Mila María Putellas, and Livia María Putellas born 21 March 2020 at 11:00am.

As Mapi felt tears begin to fall from her eyes a collective gasp was heard from the rest of the team. Alexia had sent the exact same photo to the team group chat just minutes after the message to Mapi was sent.

[lovelytsunoda]

wisdom teeth // oscar piastri (headcanons)

summary: oscar's girlfriend gets her wisdom teeth out

pairing: oscar piastri x female! reader

warnings: mentions of surgery, wisdom teeth, anesthesia....you know, just dental surgery related things

author's note: i lost the picture i normally use for my headcanon dividers and its pissing me off because i can't be bothered to go to an old set and save it again....maybe its time to rebrand slightly.

he’s such a lover boy!! so attentive for the whole day and recovery period

drives her to the appointment in their Kia suv, something far more sensible than Oscar’s McLaren is, with the sole purpose of making sure she’s comfortable on the way home

he doesn’t leave the surgery once during the procedure. even though they’re told that it will be at least three hours to remove all four teeth, he simply takes a book out of his backpack and camps out in the waiting room

holding her hand while they wait for the anaesthesia to take effect, and kissing her on the forehead before he leaves the operating theatre

he wanted to say but the surgeon said ✨ not on your life✨

so there he is, reading mark webbers autobiography in the waiting room

when she comes out of surgery, she’s not delirious like he had feared

just fucking tired

“hey sweet girl, lean on me. let’s get you to the car. how about we stop for milkshakes on the way home?”

shes bundled up in blankets, groggy as she pushes the seat back, indie rock on the radio and oscar's hand reassuringly rubbing her thigh

shes asleep by the time he gets to the mcdonalds drive through

he has to carry her inside, securely tucking her into their bed and leaving the milkshake on the nightstand

watching tv in the other room at a low volume so he can hear if she wakes up or if she needs anything

helps her shower to wash off the hospital smell, holding her tightly and whispering how proud he is and how good she is

stroking her hair as they eat soup together while watching something mindless on netflix before she falls asleep in his arms halfway through an episode of monk

makes sure she takes all her painkillers on time, drinking lots of water

waits on her hand and foot, even days later when she’s almost fully recovered

“babe, I’m going for a girls night!”

“like hell you are. are you sure you’re well enough? the surgeon said it could take a week. your stitches still need to dissolve.”

“Oscar, it’s just a few mocktails and manicures.”

“fine. but don’t overdo it. no vodka, no sharp foods and no boxing classes at least until Monday.”

“okay, dad.”

but she’s smiling as she says it

Oscar just wants to take care of his pretty girl, and make sure she has everything she needs to get better

[buddierecs]

amnesia buddie fics

this list has different rated fics, so please look at the rating make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

i'll feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe by: turningthepages "just another hollywood amnesia story the fandom probably didn't need but lived in my head rent free for too long." word count: 128k rating: mature important tags: married!buddie, car accidents, hurt/comfort, family feels, insecure!evan buckley, future fic buy back the secrets by: allyasavedtheday "after getting hurt on a call, buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. aka buck can't remember who eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends." word count: 18k rating: teen and up important tags: hurt/comfort, oblivious!eddie diaz, friends to lovers, love confessions you've got the antidote by: hattalove "in which buck is a little high, and shirts are difficult." word count: 4.2k rating: teen and up important tags: anaesthesia, pining, fluff, getting together i think i belong to you (hope you feel the same) by: ran "the one where eddie wakes up from the shooting only to think he was hurt in a certain 7.1 earthquake years prior and learns to appreciate the life he's created for himself since then." word count: 41k rating: teen and up important tags: ptsd, therapy, falling in love, hurt/comfort, angst, love confessions, post-shooting (s4e14) house of forgotten memories by: not1_2write "eddie decides to take a risk. he's a grown man. he can ask Buck out on a date. what could possibly go wrong? three weeks later, clutching a comatose buck's hand and waiting for him to wake up from a traumatic brain injury, eddie gets his answer." word count: 35k rating: teen and up important tags: coma, hurt/comfort, angst, hurt!evan buckley, team as family, getting together, family feels, whump, mutual pining forget-me-nots by: withmeornotatall "eddie wakes up from the ambush, not in the deserts of afghanistan, but the deserts of los angeles and finds out he's missing eight years of his life. somehow, that's worse than falling from the sky and three gunshot wounds." word count: 13k rating: general audience important tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, internalised homophobia, fluff, angst, team as family what do i say (to make me exist?) by: cuddlyobrien "buck gets hurt at chim & maddie’s wedding, earning some temporary amnesia and thinks he was marrying eddie. the doctor advises they let him believe it. eddie is stressed from day one" word count: 27k rating: explicit important tags: fake dating, mutual pining, post season 6, anal sex, blow jobs, riding come back to me by: jayjay__884 "an accident at the job lands buck in hospital after falling through a 4-story building. his loved ones are by his bedside when buck is placed in an induced coma to help his recovery in hopes he will eventually wake up." word count: 191k rating: explicit important tags: married!buddie, soft!buddie, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, coma, falling in love, parenthood something that i missed by: foxwatson "the one where buck and eddie get together the night before a shift - and the next day, an accident erases eddie's memory of the last 24 hours." word count: 8.5k rating: teen and up important tags: idiots to lovers, angst, getting together, first kiss your memories feels like home to me by: goforeddie "in which eddie loses about eight year of his life and things are… heavily different than he last remember." word count: 29k rating: mature important tags: married!buddie, angst, girl dads!buddie, fluff, eventual smut remember to remember me by: daffi_990_ao3 "buck and eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple." word count: 31k rating: explicit important tags: getting together, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, boys in love, anal sex, blow jobs, riding, dirty talk

[nonlaregina]

Today I was in hospital for a small operation. I literally woke up after the anaesthesia, I swear I was dreaming about Aziraphale 😅😅 It's the only thing I remember. Before I feel asleep, the doctor told me to think of something pleasant and cheerful... and indeed... 😅

Now I'm safe at home and I think I deserve a reward. Could any of you give me SOMETHING pleasant and cheerful for my full recovery? 👐🏻

I'm not asking for pity (FALSE, I am! Am I?... 🥹) so I think I'll go myself...

[whumpy-daydreams]

A (not so) brief guide to surgery

This is what the people want so this is what they'll get.

For reference, I spent 3 years training to be a surgical nurse (im not registered yet for Reasons). This is going to be UK-centric, and every hospital is slightly different, so if some things are different that's why.

Also this is not medical advice or anything I shouldn't have to clarify that. Ask your doctor about it if you're getting surgery.

Anyway this is getting long so here's a masterlist of posts

Types of surgery

Patient journey and staff roles

Anaesthesia basic equipment

General Anaesthesia

General Anaesthesia pt 2.

Local and regional anaesthesia

The operation

Surgical kit

Waking up and recovery

Drug list

Emergencies during surgery

Cardiac surgery

Hope this is vaguely useful, my asks are open if you have any questions

[yelenasdiary]

Hello 👋

I saw your requests say open, but I know you're struggling with motivation to get content out so no worries if you cannot or don't want to fulfill this but I'm having a surgery soon so I'm requesting from some of my friends/fav writers hoping it helps me out in recovery.

Anyway sorry for the rambling lol, here's my idea. I was thinking like something with BuckyNat and R where Reader has to undergo surgery for something (maybe an old injury became too bad to deal with or maybe something happened on a mission that needs attention) and they're super nervous about it and hesitant to agree so Nat and Bucky sit down with them and just offer lots or love and support (even though they're both nervous too cuz that's their girl) so when Rs getting the surgery they're a bit of a mess until they know she's alright and then they help her settle into their room and help care for her as she starts to mend.

If you decide to write it I thank you lots in advance ☺️

Drabble || It's All Gonna Be Okay

Pairing: BuckyNat x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, you're told you need realignment osteotomy surgery, the idea of it makes you worried and full of nerves in which your partners help you overcome.

Tiny Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Medical talk, she/her pronouns used (I hope that's okay!!), This is not corrected or proof read. | 0.6K

Translations: detka (baby),

AC: I hope your op goes well!! I also hope this helps, sorry I made it a Drabble, I wanted to get this posted asap for you x

Bucky smiled softly at you, "what's on your mind doll?" he asked seeing your mind was a million miles away. Natasha sitting on the right side of your hospital bed, she looked up at the two of you.

"The thought of being put to sleep and some stranger playing around inside my body and touching my bones is freaking me out" you replied honestly. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, "doll, they are professionals" he reminded you.

"Yeah, they're not even thinking about how weird it is that they're touching somebodies bones" Nat pitched in. Sure, they had a point the thought of it was still uncomfortable. "Okay but what if something goes wrong?" you questioned. Nat placed her hand on top of yours, "detka, I promise you nothing is going to happen"

"That's right doll, nothing is going happen to my darling. You'll be in and out in no time and Nat and I will be waiting by your side" Bucky added. You looked over to him on your left side, "do you promise?" you asked.

"Have I ever broken a promise to you before?" he questioned with a soft smile. The support from the two of them did help ease some of your nerves and finally you agreed with your surgeon that you'd have the surgery on the condition that both Nat and Bucky were able to watch from the viewing room. At first your surgeon wasn't onboard with the idea but with a little sweet talking from Bucky and the two of them were sat in the view room watching the surgery unfold from above.

"She'll be okay" Natasha places her hand on Bucky's knee when she noticed the worrying look in his eyes. "I know but still, that's our girl down there, I can't help but worry" he replied. Nat rested her head on Bucky's right shoulder, "I know love, I'm worried too" she admitted.

They watched for what felt like forever until the operation was a success and you were returned to your room when both Nat and Bucky waited patiently for you to wake up, both of them holding your hand. When your eyes finally fluttered open, smiles filled the room. Bucky was relieved and Nat was just happy to see your beautiful eyes once more.

"How are you feeling detka?" Natasha asked, placing a kiss on your temple. "Tired" you replied, struggling to keep your eyes open, the last of the anaesthesia winning the battle making your partners lightly chuckle.

"I'll go get us some dinner, what do you want?" Nat asked Bucky knowing full well he wasn't going to leave your side for a second. "Burgers?" he replied, looking up at Nat as she placed a hand on his left shoulder, "you've got it soldier" Nat said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

----

A few weeks after your operation you started PT. Natasha made her it mission to make sure you had the best physiotherapist in the county, although you told Natasha it wasn't necessary but Bucky was on team Nat and you lost that battle.

Bucky basically waited on you hand and foot, he just wanted to make sure you were okay and in no pain. Night was one your favourite time of day because Natasha would somehow have dinner ready, by somehow you mean you were sure that Wanda cooked and Nat took the credit but you thought it was sweet she wanted to do something nice each night and let it slide.

After dinner, the three of you would snuggle up in bed, carefully of your knee of course but with the two people you love the most beside you, the pain from your knee was the least of your worries.

[bau-thoughts]

Helping Spencer Reid recover from top surgery

I’m fully prepared for this to not do as well but Spencer is 100% trans in my head and he deserves to be pampered like this.

Spencer Reid has wanted top surgery since he was 15 years old.

At age 23 he is given an appointment date for his top surgery and at age 24 he is being driven to the hospital by you for his surgery date.

“Are you feeling okay Spence?” you ask, seeing him bouncing his leg in the passenger seat.

“Remind me Spence, how long will the surgery take? I know it was mentioned during the consultations but I can’t remember.”

“It shouldn’t take more than 4 hours. Do you have enough stuff to keep you busy while you wait?” He asks, trying to keep his mind off the surgery. He had been waiting nearly a decade for this and he didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I’ve got a couple of books in my bag to keep me entertained.”

The two of you park outside the hospital and you walk with him to his doctor’s office, you take his hand on the walk there and you try and figure out if you did that to comfort him or to comfort yourself.

As you watch him get wheeled down the hallway, a tear of happiness rolls down your cheek. You know how much he’s been waiting for this day and you’re so excited for him.

When he gets pushed around the corner before the operating room you turn around and go back to your car. In the boot of your car is everything you could think of that Spencer might need during his recovery. Spencer already researched everything he might need immediately post-op and systematically packed a bag based on the likelihood of him needing an item.

You start driving back to your apartment trying to make the most of the two hours you’ve given yourself to prepare your apartment. As you open the front door to your shared apartment, you struggle trying to get the box inside while propping the door open.

You start by preparing your shared bedroom. In the box you’ve collected pillows in a variety of firmnesses, which you arrange like the photos you were able to find online, multiple fuzzy blankets and a new weighted blanket to put over Spencers legs, and new soft button-up shirts. You had found Doctor Who and Star Trek cartoon characters printed across the shirts at you and Spencer’s favourite local thrift store when you were trying to find him a new cardigan.

You pulled out the picnic basket from your one year anniversary date Spencer took you on and filled it with his favourite snacks and drinks. On top of the pile, you gently place a cheesy mug you found for him with “Get it off your chest” written across the side for his sugar with a side of coffee. (There’s a picture at the bottom)

You climb onto the bed and hang small fairy lights above the bed to help with overstimulation from the ceiling light. You also place a new dim lamp next to the bed that’s bright enough for Spencer to read.

You hear a faint buzzing from the kitchen and realise your alarm is going off to remind you to go back to the hospital to pick up Spencer.

You rush down to your car and get back to the hospital as quickly as you can. You run inside and find Spencer’s room where he’s asleep with bandages wrapped around his chest. He slowly wakes up from the anaesthesia as you sit by his bed with a book open in your lap.

“I want to hold your hand when I look down for the first time.” You take his hand and squeeze it tightly.

“Look down whenever you feel ready.”

[demilypyro]

Being under anaesthesia was weird. I swear I spent those 4 hours playing Street Fighter with my friends, but then I suddenly woke up in the recovery ward and I kinda started panicking from the pain and confusion. I could only speak English for a while for some reason.

They gave me ice cream.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Stitches (Andrei Svechnikov)

He is back, back to the medical room. Fluff.

Nurse/Doctor!Reader.

Warning: injury, stitches, nothing explicit but named.

The groan was instant. When the duck had he gotten that and why had it taken him so long?

"Oh god, Svech"

He chuckled a bit and shook his head. "I'm fine"

"Come in, that needs stitches. You are not fine, mister" You scolded him.

Andrei walked in with slow moves and a smile. The idiot knew how to tease you. He was a damn expert.

"Not that bad, doesn't hurt"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your things.

"They clear you and you go and get this..."

A low laugh rumbled on his chest when he sat.

"A Puck"

You turned to him. "You got a puck to the face and didn't come to see me inmidiately. You know that it's easiest if the wound is new" You exassaid exasperated.

Andrei grinned and crossed his arms.

"I can take it"

"Sure thing, big boy."

There was something in the way you called him that that always made him smile. It was the way you got all flustered when you realized you'd call him that. Always the same and it still made him smile like a kid.

Many joked about his crush on you. But Andrei never believed it was that obvious. He just had bad luck, an injury and a favourite doctor. That was all.

"Okay, as angry as I am, I have to close that soon. Have you cleaned it?"

Andrei shook his head and you groaned, which again made him laugh. "I'm going to ban you from coming here"

"No, you won't" He simply said.

Obviously, you wouldn't. His little visits were the light of your days. You adored him. As he had a favourite doctor, you had a favourite player. Even if he had gotten cut, the tiniest one with a paper, he would come to see you. A head ache? Svech is on the waiting room, YN. He was always there, he was always looking for you. And you were more than happy with it.

You walked to him with your tools in a car and Andrei spread his thighs. It wasn't very professional, but you were already used to it.

"Okay, some anaesthesia first"

"Can take it" He tried to stop you.

"I know, I just don't want to hurt you" You said. "It's mostly to relax the area, won't last much"

Andrei's eyes had that glow. That only happened when you were around. Your soft voice and careful moves got him like this. I just don't want to hurt you. You cared about him.

"Okay" He whispered.

He let you alone with your work and was actually glad you put that amount of anesthesia. You were concentrated and Andrei didn't know where to look. At you? The ceiling? Down? No, not down, your chest was right there. Eyes close? Too dramatic.

"I can't believe you got hurt right when they gave you green light" You said.

"They?" He asked. "You were there too"

You chuckled. It was ironical. "I have no say in their decisions. I'm barely an intern"

Andrei felt a sting on his chest. You had been one of the doctors that had worked with him the most. He knew there was people over you, but still you had kept an eye on him and his recovery.

"But you worked with me the most"

It was sour, yes. You worked your ass and then barely got recognition.

"I know"

"I read your reports. I know I'm back because of you too"

You looked into his deep brown eyes and took a deep breath.

"T-that's nice of you" You said.

Deception? Maybe. But what did he expect you to say.

"Uh... I talked to the physios" He wasn't going to tell you that at first. But we'll, he was already there.

You cut the last thread and cleaned the stitches.

"What did they say?"

"That you are really good at your job. And that I'm right"

"Right?"

You pushed the car to the side and put some space between your bodies. This conversation was turning strange. You didn't know where it was going.

"That you should stay"

Your eyes rang for a few seconds. Stay. You looked at him with big eyes. He meant with the team, right?

"Stay here with the canes. As our doctor. One of them at least. Officially"

"What have you done, Svechnikov?" You breatheless asked. You weren't angry. You didn't know what you were feeling. You were mostly confused.

"I asked them for a recommendation" He said. His hands were gripping the bed, he hadn't been this nervous in a while. "Some of the guys agreed that you are an excellent doctor, the physiotherapy crew too. So..."

You threw yourself at him. He was astonished for a second, he needed a moment to register what had just happened before hugging you back. Oh wow, it feels amazing. It was your first hug, it was the first time you felt eachother this close. Andrei was glad he had taken a quick shower. He didn't want to hug you with all the post practice grim.

"Thank you" You breathed out. With his hand on your lower back and his other across your shoulder blades, he pulled you even more flush to him. The bed was now digging in your thighs and his legs were caging your hips.

"I want you here"

You smiled and he swore he could feel the twitch of your lips in his neck. Oh damn, he was head over heels for you.

You pulled back and cupped his cheeks. He sucked a breath because for a second he thought you would kiss him. He even closed his eyes when you leaned in and then felt so stupid when instead you pecked his cheek. Only once. It was enough to have him burning from his face to his chest. You weren't in a much better state when you finally pulled back from his body.

"I-I don't know how to thank you, Andrei" It was so intimate when you called him by his name and not his nick name.

"There is no need"

"You got me a job"

"You got yourself a job. You are hardworking and professional, everyone agreed with this. I just had to get them to talk about it"

"Still" There was this inmense urge to cry in your chest. It was such a beautiful thing to do for someone. "It's the nicest thing someone has ever done"

Andrei smiled and looked down at his hands. "I promise it's nothing"

"Well, it is for me. You believe in me"

He nodded. "I do"

You leaned in again and his breath got stuck on his throat once more. Fuck, you wanted to kill him. Another kiss in the cheek that left him yearning for more. If he only knew that you were dying to kiss him too... You weren't brave enough to do it, though. Your nerves were showing.

"I move a couple of threads so you don't miss many games because of this" You said.

Andrei felt the blood rush to his feet. Miss games? He had just gotten back to regular practice. He couldn't miss more games.

"What? Why?"

"That cut. Do you think you can play with those stitches? What if they open?"

Terrified. That's how he looked. But in a cute way. You couldn't avoid laughing.

"I'm kidding. I'm just kidding" You said grabbing your belly. What a better way to scape from feelings than a good joke?

A smile broke on his lips with a incredulous laugh. He adored you. He fucking adored you so much. His instincts won this time. He reached for you and pinched your clothes. Then, he pulled. Good reflexes were enough to grab you before you tripped. And then he kissed you.

You whimpered, kind of pathetically you sobbed in contentment. He had done what you couldn't. With a hand in your waist and the other on you neck, Andrei melted in your kiss. His mouth was warm but his lips were chipped from the day in the ice. Not that you cared when you could finally run your hands over his hair. It was so sweet and slow that you could have been dreaming it. Even when he pulled back and pecked your lips one last time, it felt like a fantasy.

"I-" You gulped and smoothed his hoodie with your hands. The strong muscle under relaxed under your touch. "Wow"

He laughed and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Everyone tease me all the time because I spend a lot of time here"

You giggled and nodded. "You do, Svechy. I started thinking that hockey wasn't your game with how clumsy you seemed"

He rolled his eyes and hugged your waist.

"I want you around for a long time"

"Stop... I don't want to cry at work"

Andrei leaned and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to go out?"

"Dinner?"

He nodded quick.

"Okay" A silly smile broke into your lips.

"Okay. See you?"

"I finish soon"

"I'll wait for you"

"Okay, big boy"

[a-little-revolution]

hey elliot! this is a surgery question, so please take all the time you need to reply. you've mentioned you had top surgery before, and i was wondering what it was like accessing that kind of care as a little person? was it challenging finding a surgeon willing to work with you? what sort of considerations were needed for your surgery and recovery, if any? i was also curious if you had used a binder before surgery, and how you found it? i have a hard enough time donning and doffing mine with long arms, so i'd imagine it could be quite challenging for you, but maybe you found ways around it! thank you for all your hard work and patience in educating folks. wishing you bountiful spoons and lots of restful, easy days 💚

Hello! Thank you so much for your patience, I did indeed take some time to process this - I'm more than happy to answer questions related to surgery on here, as it's such a large part of my experience as a little person, but I may indeed take some time to respond as I have medical CPTSD.

Anyhoo lol Yes! I have had top surgery, and my dwarfism did effect how I accessed that care:

Because I'm at risk for spinal injury, my surgery was done at a hospital rather than an outpatient centre where most top surgery is conducted (I needed to be kept overnight for monitoring while most top surgery patients leave day-of)

Like for all my surgeries, my sleep apnea and oxygen levels needed to be monitored

But unlike my many other surgeries, this particular hospital (which will remain nameless for my own security) was incredibly inaccessible despite it being obviously well funded. No stools to be found, the wheelchairs were so high and designed with an almost bike-like frame that I needed to be liften in and out of them, and the staff was unfriendly and ableist.

My surgeon was picked for her experience with little people rather than her experience with top surgery. (I ended up unhappy with my results because my surgeon was more familiar with breast reductions and didn't follow through with my wishes. My top surgery was actually the worst surgery experience I've had - I was repeatedly dead-named by members of the hospital, overdosed on anaesthesia, and my surgeon had a terrible bedside manner)

But my touch up surgeon was my first choice! Dr. Armstrong at McLean Clinic did a fantastic job straightening my scars and removing my nipples (which I had hesitated on for the first surgery but firmed up for the second. I love having no nipples!)

Image description: a photo of my torso and lower face, displaying my healed top surgery results. Two wavy pink scars line the bottom of my pecks, and I have no nipples. With one hand on my hip and the other on my upper chest, you can see my tarot "the fool" tattoo, my kissing crows, and my sailor mercury star. On my right hand I wear a red glass ring to honor my deity Hestia. I have pail skin, a short brown beard, green curly hair and a gold vertical medusa piercing.

Post-op care was understandably different for me. Since my arms are already short and locked, the limit to my range of arm motion affected me even more. I needed even more help with care tasks than that of an average height/able bodied patient. I was lucky to several loved ones around to help :) Though compared to other surgeries, I was happy that I was able to walk and be more independent for the most part.

I also just want to add: something I see a lot on social media is trans and nonbinary folks seemingly bouncing back from surgery effortlessly. We see them at the beach, posting photos, and it gives the illusion that top/gender affirming surgery isn't the painful, emotional, difficult thing that it is. IT'S OKAY IF YOU DON'T FEEL QUEER JOY IMMEDIATELY AFTER SURGERY!! It takes a while to heal and bounce back because it is a lot on your body! Take your time, and give your body the love and care it needs!

Anyway I hope this all was helpful/educational - and I wish all my queer, trans, and otherwise gender diverse followers a lovely day!!

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❤️‍🩹Update about my surgery!❤️‍🩹

and a little crack sketch made with love and my left hand (+ bonus pictutr of my two own Ineffable Nurses from my irl home😇😈)

Hello my dear Good Omens family!😁

Thank you so much for all your kind messages and advice! So, as several of you have suggested to me on Reddit, it's with a great pleasure that I share my very first left-handed masterpiece!!! Please don't thank me.

(Seriously. DON'T. X'D I wanted to prove myself that yeah it's possible to do something with my left hand while my right hand is totally resting, and that the next 8 weeks will be furiously challenging. That's ok, challenge is my thing è_é)

Surgery was OK. The medical team was exceptionaly kind - fun fact? The nurse who has welcomed me in the surgical ward was called "Hélène" (pronounced "Ai-lain"), which sounds exactly like "Elen", short for "Elenthya" my artist name... Just with that, it felt like a sign to me or even a... good omens. 🫠

I'm still under the effects of the anaesthesia, so for now, wait and see, but the surgeon remains optimist.

I'm so grateful for your support and messages, I was so relieved reading them that I almost cried yesterday. You are all amazing, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe I'll post some news later but I have to think about how to do it because I wouldn't like to spam this Art blog with no-art or recovery posts.

See you soon! Love you all!

(Bonus: my two own guardian angel and demon who take good care of me now I'm back home 😊)