#breathing difficulties

[mokshalifestyleinternational]

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[thedisabilitybookarchive]

‘Obsidio’- Kaufman, Amie. Kristoff, Jay

Disability Rep: Lower Body Paralysis (Major SC), Wheelchair User (Major SC), Breathing Difficulties (Major SC)

Genre: Science-Fiction, Space Opera, Romance, Dystopia

Age: Young Adult

Setting: Fictional Planet: Kerenza IV

Additional Rep: F/M,

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[thequeensbastardenglish]

Should be writing but instead adopted a half-dead dog

[bereavedmum]

Transfer to ICU

Written sitting in corridor outside ICU Leah continued to find breathing difficult and has now been transferred to the Intensive Care Unit. Nic & I are in the relatives waiting area & have been told that it will be 30 or 40 minutes before we’re allowed to see her. I’m not used to being separated from Leah when she’s ill and I’m finding it very difficult – I feel that my role as a mother is to be…

[mistxmood]

this is the funniest outcome ever

[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher, tangled up in electrical wires. He has a nervous expression, as he holds up a ripped wire and says: "Oops!" There's a glitchy effect behind him. End ID.]

[notherpuppet]

Day 5: Domestic 🍎 🦌

[imperialhomeh]

Shortness of breath makes it difficult for your body to absorb the oxygen it requires.

[citrusandrottefruit]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Steve probably should have had surgery after Vecna ​​died, because Hanahaki's roots seemed deep, but he chose to alternate between Max and Eddie's hospital rooms. There was no time to waste on his own health.

His parents were back this time. They had sold their house and bought a huge apartment for Steve, who wanted to stay in the city. His parents didn’t even question it, they just demanded his time for a week before leaving with a big hug and the promise of a trip somewhere nice that summer. If he had been a little younger, Steve would have been happier, but after so many years of neglect, all he could think was that this was as far as he was going to get.

A side note, an afterthought. They cared about their son, just not as much as they should have.

Steve's new apartment had four bedrooms, more than he needed, but he was glad his parents tried so hard to make up for it, because it meant he could offer Robin a room when she graduated and there would always be room for the kids. And Eddie and Wayne, who stayed with him while the government found them a new place to live.

Eddie made a joke about Steve's parents being more powerful than the government, for being able to find Steve a great place to live so quickly in a broken city while he and Wayne had to wait.

Wayne was usually around, and despite being a somewhat taciturn man, it was easy to see the love that overflowed for Eddie. It made Steve think of his mother, who had loved and suffered so intensely that she had developed Hanahaki.

And yet, she was not with him.

The cough got worse.

One day, Steve woke up in the middle of the night, struggling after yet another nightmare of torture. Some days, it was easy to forget about Vecna ​​in favor of that hour beneath the Mall, with his life in someone else's hands. On days like these, Robin was needed more than ever, but her parents didn't want her away so much, so sleeping in his new apartment was hardly an option. Calling her wasn't a good idea either, because all it would do was stress her out and they'd end up up all night on the phone. So he resigned himself to taking medication and going out to the balcony, longing for the fresh, clean night air.

He would turn on the TV or music, but he didn't want to wake Eddie, so he just stood outside with his eyes closed and imagined being alone again when Wayne and Eddie left, then tried to imagine what the trip with his parents would be like, if it were to happen. Steve still wasn't sure if he wanted to go, but it might be nice. Maybe he'd get something out of being away from Hawkins for a while. Maybe the coast would make it easier to breathe.

As lost in thought as Steve was, after years of trauma it was impossible not to be aware of the sounds around him, so when Eddie opened the bedroom door and started walking down the hall, he heard it. He stayed silent, not wanting to disturb Eddie.

Of course, Eddie didn't care and showed up a few minutes later with some tea.

For your cough, man.

After that, it became almost a ritual between them. Eddie was always there when Steve woke up startled, and Steve reciprocated. They always had nightmares, so who went to who depended on which one of them woke up first.

Sometimes they would stare at the stars in silence, other times they would talk. Most nights, they would end up in Eddie's bed, in one of the spare bedrooms, without touching each other.

Steve's room, which was definitely his and not a temporary arrangement, felt too intimate.

At the same time, Eddie began asking more and more about Steve's throat, about his shortness of breath, if he was okay, when he planned to go to the hospital. The questions became so frequent that Wayne noticed, too.

The feeling of being cared for was too much. Feared and desired in equal measure.

Eddie shouldn’t even be doing all this, because he was still bandaged, still covered in pink scars, still had a long way to go in physical therapy.

For the second time in his life, Steve felt suffocated by love.

This time, Steve almost hated it. Because he was in love with Eddie, because Eddie didn’t know the things Robin knew. Even if he loved Steve back, how could Steve demand that Eddie take care of him?

Mr. Harrington had reasons to stay with Mrs. Harrington. Although no one talked about it, Steve was sure that his father had been the trigger for his mother’s Hanahaki. And maybe if she had never left, chasing her father across the country, trying to be happy with him to stay alive, maybe… Just maybe, Steve wouldn’t have been alone and maybe he would have been healthy.

Neither Eddie nor anyone else had a good reason to pursue any kind of happiness or emotional stability with Steve.

In addition to the burden of living with a chronic, progressive disease that would possibly become terminal at some point, being emotionally involved with someone with Hanahaki was very complicated. It required loyalty, responsibility, patience, a willingness to accept endless arguments and a desire to reconcile.

Communication was essential. Making sure the other person felt good and loved, comfortable and safe. All of this was too much work, too demanding.

Loving Steve was a prison.

I'll try to post part 3 soon. I've already written the ending, but I'm thinking about how to connect this part to the ending, which will be happy.

[impala124]

Happy Weekend only to the person responsible for this:

[natjennie]

what's weird about the fantasy high drama is that like. it seems to me like people forget d&d is primarily a) a game you play with your friends and also b) luck based.

I mean it's fine to say that "nothing felt like a challenge" and "they just dominated everything and there weren't any stakes" but like. it's not as if they weren't up against huge threats. they lost the mall fight. the last stand was an onslaught of enemies. they fought a dozen dragons from an airship. the fights were hard. they're just really good. they've had very good dice luck in general this season and are all very high level and highly specialized. fig is gonna beat deception and performance checks. adaine's gonna figure out the arcana. riz is gonna succeed investigations. like. for some reason their strategical competence and wisely picked abilities are. a downside? a disappointment?

the thing about d&d that you need to remember is it's first and foremost a game. it's mostly random and it takes you down weird paths and you're playing to have fun with your friends. the dice are literally telling the story that it's their time, it's their year. they've struggled enough. they've trained enough. they're good at what they do. and in my post about the academic/domestic/personal stressors being the focus, d&d doesn't have any other system to work them out than rolling different skills. that's what d&d is. brennan set specific challenge levels for different tasks and the players strategized to prioritize which abilities they were strongest in. the challenges were there. and the players rose to them. they were both smart in their delegation of responsibilities and lucky with their dice rolls. of which, both are foundations of d&d.

don't mistake them being good players and getting lucky with there being no hardship. just because they smashed through the wall, that doesn't mean the wall wasn't strong. they were just stronger.

[heart-hunting]

ive finally decided to post a new audio after almost a year, mainly because most of the backlogs of recordings i have i wasn't satisfied with. Finally, I have a recording im proud of,,, I was pretty drunk off of a couple shots of tequila and i decided to smoke some weed to really get my heart pumping. My max is usually 140 or so, but this time i got to 160 while i was stething, i only wish i could see how fast it was going when i climaxed. you can hear how drastically my heart slows down after ouggghhh it felt so good

[whumpypepsigal]

Chicago Med s09e10: “Probably not a tension pneumothorax.” — “Hemo pneumo. You're bleeding into your chest.”

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

'Gemina'- Kaufman, Amie. Kristoff, Jay

Disability Rep: Lower Body Paralysis (SC), Breathing Difficulties (SC), Wheelchair User (SC)

Genre: Science Fiction, Romance, Dystopia, Adventure

Age: Young Adult

Setting: Space, Fictional Space Station: Heimdall

Additional Rep: F/M, A Goldfish

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[aceofwhump]

BBC Merlin 1x04 "The Poisoned Chalice"

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Author's Notes: I thought about keeping him there a little longer >:) But that felt mean. So here you go~

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, environmental whump, trapped, injury, difficulty breathing, coughing, thirst, starvation, rescue

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The next thing Shae knows, light is once again filtering into the wall cavity. Groaning, he tries to open his eyes. They're burning and swollen and it takes significant effort. Shae blinks dust from his lashes and groans again at the onset of a headache. He feels like his skull is being crushed in a vise.

It's so tempting to just remain lying here, to close his eyes again and let his aching body rest. Except...if he does that, he may never get up. Hunger and thirst are setting in; Shae needs to find water if he's going to escape...or maybe to escape if he's going to find water...

His vision spins just from trying to get up. Shae holds his head and closes his eyes, breathes deeply a few times before trying again. He struggles to his knees and then, holding onto the wall, he stands. His legs are like jello, his bare feet so sore. He feels impossibly weak, sick, dizzy...

Shae doesn't know how, but he manages to walk forward. Instead of returning to where he fell, he turns the corner and heads into the new stretch of corridor he discovered, which tapers off into darkness. He's afraid, but sees no other choice.

It doesn't take long for him to tire, only a few feet along when his legs threaten to give out on him. Shae slides to the ground, his hoarse, labored breathing loud in the silence. Tears cut trails through the dust on his cheeks. His lip quivers.

I'm not going to make it.

Shae closes his eyes.

Shae snaps back to awareness to thudding sounds. He draws in a sharp breath and coughs until his eyes water. Each cough rattles his frail body and burns his lungs. He hurts all over.

When his coughing settles he can hear the sound again. It sounds like...footsteps?

And then he hears the human's voice, muffled but unmistakable. It goes from distant to nearby to distant again, along with the footsteps, as the human moves around the room beyond the wall.

Shae scrambles to his feet, ignoring the waves of dizziness as he stumbles forward and presses his hands to the wall. He tries to shout but his voice is long gone, so he starts pounding and scratching, desperately trying to make noise and draw the human's attention. He looks around for something to help and finds a small rock. Shae grabs it and hits it against the wall over and over and over.

Please...

The footsteps go silent.

Then, they grow louder and louder until they're right on the other side of the wall. "Do I have rats again?" The human says aloud. "Or maybe..." He taps on the wall three times. Shae quickly answers with three identical taps.

"Oh my god. If that's you, I'm going to get you out, okay? Just hold on..." He disappears a moment, then returns and taps something heavily against a spot on the wall. "Move away from this area."

Shae takes several steps away and falls back, lightheaded and sore from the sudden burst of movement. There's a loud banging sound that makes him flinch in fear and hold his pounding head, but he knows he has to wait it out, that the man is making a way to get him out. What happens after that, Shae is too tired to care.

He curls away and covers his face, coughing heavily as the tool the human is using breaks through and sends up more clouds of dust. Light pours in. The man reaches a hand through and feels around, but is several inches short of reaching the faerie.

"That cough sounds bad," the human says. He opens his hand. "Come here. It's alright. Whatever it is, we'll fix it."

Just a few steps. It doesn't seem like much, but Shae doesn't know if he can even stand again, let alone walk. But I have to... He rolls onto his front, pushes himself up on trembling hands and knees and crawls forward, whimpering softly from the effort. He slumps into the man's palm and the hand gently scoops him up and removes him from the wall cavity.

The human stands, cradling Shae's limp little body in both hands. He tries to gently look the faerie over but it's hard to see much under all the dust. His thumb gently brushes some from Shae's hair and cheeks.

"How long were you down there?" He asks. "Poor guy...when you stopped taking the food I thought maybe you made it outside, but...I guess not."

He continues gently petting Shae's messy hair with his thumb. Shae whimpers and rubs his face against the pad of his finger, so grateful to be free. This earns him more soothing strokes of fingers and comforting words. The human holds Shae carefully to his chest and carries him to safety.

[marypickfords]

Difficulty Breathing (Guy, 2017)