#but i had a tonsillectomy a week ago

[sidetongue]

Harold was on cloud nine today

[chronicpain-itsastruggle]

Numb and shaking

I got an email my patient portal was updated. I looked and it said no results on the portal for both biopsies that were sliced out last Wednesday. As in a week and half ago. Looked deeper. The lab report WAS there. Dermatologist has NOT called me yet and now I won't be able to speak to anyone until Tuesday at best.

I'm literally numb. I don't know how I can handle another wle, or two at the same time? I had a wle twice on my left arm already this year and it was all torture, every single step. The gigantic scar is STILL painful.

I have a tonsillectomy this coming Wednesday. I wish I never checked.

Ik this isn't a late stage melanoma I know I'm catching it earlier but Im tired of this Grandpa. Seriously idk how I will do this again I hate not being able to reach my medical team for three days about this now. Not even a 24 nurse line or anything.

[shirefantasies]

I feel you about being scared of surgery, I've had two knee surgeries and am getting Bilateral Jaw Joint Replacement this fall. It's really scary and hard to deal with, but I promise you can get through it. During my recovery from my knee surgeries I didn't have crutches so I had to put my full weight on my banged up knee, which was rough, but I still got through it and I know you can too. You're really brave for going through with this, and I promise that after you've recovered you'll be happy you did it and should feel so proud of yourself!

My best tips for surgery is to make sure you fast beforehand so you don't vomit from the anesthesia, and to be very gentle with yourself for the first week or two. Like the previous ask said, don't starve yourself out of fear, but don't try to push yourself to recover too fast. You'll do great sweetie, I'm sure of it 💕

Thank you so much 🥺🥰🥹 yes definitely they said don’t eat before a certain time the night before and I am SO sticking to that! My friend had that problem and she lost her clots as a result and it burned and just made things so awful :(

That sounds even bigger and more scary what? How does the jaw joint replacement work if I may ask? The same friend who had the tonsillectomy had a major jaw surgery too but hers was something involving breaking and reattaching her upper jaw I believe…what’s with all out crazy oral surgeries here 😫 only kind I’ve had lmaos.

Yeah my parents are encouraging me too saying it will be worth it in the long run and I agree because constant illness, irritation, and pain aren’t good when you have potentially 60-80 more years of life 💀😂 also I remembered the worst thing I’ve had done, a bone spur extraction WHILE I WAS FULLY AWAKE, and hey, that was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life but it was 2-ish years ago and my memory of it is more conceptual now 🤙🏻 I hope your pains have become conceptual too and your knees are doing much better, you are so strong too 💕

Seriously thank you so much for the encouragement and support, it really means the world to me 🥰🥰🥰 hope you know that wherever you are, I’m sending a big virtual hug from here in my house in my little US city 🥺💕

[montammil]

Can't figure out Rex's part so I skipped ahead!

He had four cameras pulled up on his phone's app. The banister area, the basement, the kitchen, and the upstairs hallway. Watching the house, allowing his boys some space.

Lawrence watched through the phone screen. Ellington trapped Rex against the wall. Knees encasing Rex's. Rex didn't fight back surprisingly.

His boys now did this often, it unsettled him. It was too close for comfort. They'd been on one another's nerves for as long as he could remember for these weeks.

He managed to keep himself in bed. Allowing them the space to be kids. They did need to get a feel for the house without him around...

Movement on his cameras caught his eyes. Was a fight about to break out? Was Ellington about to tease Rex with an array of jokes like they're usual dynamic or was that gone?

He wished he knew, but neither boy was saying anything. Rex looked at Ellington. Who in turn, had him against the wall. He wasn't looking at him anymore.

Both glancing at their sibling. Marshall. Who was walking up the stairs with a pottery bowl he'd made years ago. It held all his crayons. Some broken, some not. A lot of them had no paper on them.

Nathan's doing no doubt.

Lawrence spared a glance at the sleeping boy in the basement. His temper had caused a rift between Ellington and Rex. Though he wasn't exactly sure what was said. Neither of them had told him.

Rex didn't speak much. Mainly gesturing and writing. Still too scared or confused. Lawrence liked to think confused. But he secretly figured it was the fear. Rex was well educated plus he never struggled with his words like Ellington or Nathan.

His vocabulary on paper was beyond Lawrence's even...maybe his throat was hurting him? He was always prone to tonsilitis.

Maybe he should talk to him about a tonsillectomy.

Pulled from his thoughts he noticed Marshall politely walked by murmuring and "excuse me." Lawrence could swear his heart swelled with affection.

His eyes warily memorized Ellington and Rex before exiting his app. All his boys were in a stable position, safe, and not fighting. Deciding he'd hear if they started fighting, he plugged his phone up. The screen making a silly pattern signifying it was now charging.

Laying back he smiled into his lover's empty spot. Allowing his mind to drift.

Charlotte was gone today for a photoshoot. A big one too. With some new trendy brand. Something about her favorite sports wear. She'd been sporting the bra and legging sets in all the patterns they offered for a while.

Soon enough, peace didn't last long. A door opened quietly but the creek of the sweaty palm against the knob wasn't. mistaken.

"Yes?" The blonde man looks down and to the right. Surprised by what he found. Rex. The brown-haired boy stared back.

"What is it baby? Do you need some medicine?" Lawrence coos softly laying his head on a pillow. Watching his second favorite. Who in return blushes looking away from him momentarily.

"I'll take that as a yes. Go get your medicine for me. I'll help you take it before naptime." He smiles gently before sitting up again.

Watching his boy shuffle to the bathroom, he decides to stretch. Moving his shoulders up and back.

Now settled on the bed in front of him, Rex loosely grips the throat spray. Undoing the cap, presenting it to him. Lawrence presses a kiss to the other male's hair.

"Open up." He instructs, watching Rex obey. "Good. We'll do two spritzes this time since your about to go to bed." He pats Rex's hand comfortingly as he sprays the first spray. Chuckling when Rex's face scrunches up.

"Second one then it's bedtime. You can lay here." He smiles to himself watching Rex's reaction to the second spray. 

I love their dynamics so much omg!! I also love Rex a lot XD

[girlreviews]

Review #287: Mr. Tambourine Man, The Byrds

I was four years old when I heard The Byrd’s version of Mr. Tambourine Man on the radio and asked my Mom what it was. She knew the name but not the artist. I constantly asked to listen to Mr. Tambourine Man after that. It just cast a spell over me. It was so gorgeous! I hadn’t ever heard anything like this! Okay so I hadn’t heard a lot of stuff when I was four but I still knew when something was magical when I heard it.

But you know, it was like 1992, and you couldn’t just easily listen to whatever song you wanted whenever you wanted (my God how did I function?). So eventually, after little success of actually getting to listen to it, I gave up asking and became obsessed with some other song and largely forgot about it.

And that’s pretty much how it stayed until I was 18 or 19 and got really really into Bob Dylan. Really into Bob Dylan. Obnoxiously into Bob Dylan. My teenage brain had no room for both The Byrds and Bob Dylan to be incredible and legendary — which of course they are — so my natural inclination was to disown my earlier love of The Byrds version and forever commit myself to Bob Dylan’s original, and Bob Dylan’s original ONLY. Why? Because!!!!!!!!!

So two weeks before I leave for college, I’m having a tonsillectomy. Which isn’t ideal. But that’s what we’re doing. I’m on a ward with three old ladies. This is what I remember from this hospital stay:

One: When I was awoken from my surgery, barely conscious from anesthesia, the nurses told me I had to briefly wake up to move from the surgery bed to my ward bed. I had my eyes closed but I was responsive. They kept saying “come on girlreviews, all you have to do is stay awake long enough to move beds”. I said to them “after I move beds, can I go back to sleep?” And they said “yes, of course you can”, to which I replied “this is the happiest moment of my life”. And it was. I could sleep peacefully without any fear or disruption with nobody I knew around. I never had felt so relaxed. I think about this all the time.

Two: They woke me up every two hours to make me drink tea and eat toast, which I also had no complaints about. During one of these intervals, a man was at my bedside that had a very calm and comforting demeanor. He ran the hospital radio station and asked me if I had a song I’d like to hear. I emphatically said “Mr. Tambourine Man, but the BOB DYLAN version!”, and then I was glued to that radio station until the moment I was discharged. Can you imagine how salty I was when he played The Byrds version? It makes me laugh now, because I definitely prefer it again. My four year old self was so much wiser than my sulky teenage mind.

I actually listened to this record a few months ago and was surprised to recognize another song I knew. I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better, made known to be by Tom Petty. The thing about The Byrds is how they didn’t enjoy the same success, or, magnitude of success as some of their peers even though they’re really responsible for creating entire genres. And their influence is just, immeasurable. I hear in this record a never ending list of records that wouldn’t exist without it. Too many to name. The vocal harmonies, twiddly guitar, and gentle percussion are what captivated me when I was four years old and it’s pretty clear that I was not the only one. It feels like a life reaffirming cup of tea when you’re hungover. That second sleep. That shower where you emerge feeling like a new person and everything’s about 37% funnier. What’s better than that? Other than not being hungover to begin with. Sometimes you gotta ride the Dao, though, you know?

[randomly-a-fan]

The Deal of the “After” Life-time Pt. 1

Prologue

“So let me get this straight, bitch; you actually want to give up your soul to me, in exchange for your daughter’s legal rights?” Freddy Krueger asked, to non-other than... MJ Voorhees. “If anyone can make Malon a Voorhees thy legal rights, it’s you. Since, I can’t give you my other kidney, since I needed at least one to survive...” MJ trying to explain. “But you’re giving up your life and freedom anyway, despite the fact that you’ll never see Malon, or that fugly thing that you call ‘your husband’.” Freddy laughed. “AT LEAST, my Jason can be with his daughter again! They’ll manage their lives without me.” MJ exclaimed while tearing up.

Freddy smiled to her exclamation towards him, so, he decided to do what she have requested. “I suppose I could make Malon a Voorhees once again... But, are you sure you want to live your eternal-life in the Nightmare Realm... with me?” Freddy asked with a devilish smirk.

Three Weeks Ago   

Malon has been feeling sick because of her throat, so, she’s unable to go to school. Cassandra came over to inspect Malon’s cause. “It appears that Malon’s tonsils were getting bigger, compared to last month’s checkup. She’s going to need a tonsillectomy. Lucky for her, there’s no signs of an adenoid, so, no adenoidectomy.” Cassandra explained to the parents. “You mean I have to go to the hospital again?” Malon asked while tearing up, remembering her first experience from her first time in the hospital. [Link to her story] “Oh, don’t worry Malon, this procedure is going to be a lot different from your last one; there are no needles involved.” Cassandra explained. “She’s right, and besides, the doctors are going to put you right to sleep; that’s called anesthesia. Think of that as... A magic potion that will keep you from feeling the pain during an operation.” MJ said while trying to lighten things up.

However, there is one problem. “The hospital in Haddonfield is low on doctors due to vacation or family emergencies, it’ll take up about three months to get an appointment.” Cassandra explained. “Is there a way to get Malon in as soon as possible?” MJ asked worriedly. “There is, but they’re pretty strict, and may ask for your personal information.” Cassandra informed. “If we don’t get that appointment set up, her tonsils will only get worse if it’s not treated.” Cassandra added. Jason and MJ have been staring at each other for a brief moment, Jason doesn’t want Malon to be in any worse pain, so, he accepts the risk. MJ just wanted Malon to be healthy and better; she turned out alright when she had her tonsils removed, it’s actually quite memorable.

***

Apparently, the Voorhees have to take Malon to Springwood for her tonsillectomy; which for some reason, sounded so familiar. From their first experience at the hospital, it was simple enough to get Malon in without complications. But this time, they have to go through some very personal questions, since they don’t have a birth certificate for Malon, since she was adopted, but they don’t have the legal rights either, so this trip is indeed, very risky.

Jason reassured his wife that the people in Springwood won’t be involved in their lives, since they live in New Jersey, and they’re miles and miles from home. MJ smiled with a sigh in relief; after all, she trusted him with her life. 

It took MJ and Jason two hours to give the doctor the full information they could give, that won’t give too much away about their origins. “Ma’am, sir, we’re going to take care of your daughter, but without medical insurance or her birth certificate, there’s no way how we can make this surgery happen. “Doc, please? Malon doesn’t have a birth certificate because she was adopted; we found her as a baby, so there’s no way on knowing how to get her a birth certificate, if we don’t even know her birth date.” MJ explained, while growing frustrated. “Well, if she was adopted, she should have an adoption form; so, do you, or do you not have an adoption form?” The doctor asked. MJ groaned while pasting her head on the table. Jason rubbed her back to ease her mind, while giving the doctor his answer.

Apparently, Malon was unable to get surgery to have her tonsils removed in Springwood. So, they will have to wait a couple of months to put Malon through surgery in Haddonfield. But a couple of weeks later, Malon hasn’t been feeling herself; she’s having trouble eating and drinking, and she’s not getting any sleep, due to the fact that she can’t breathe very well. Jason let’s Malon sleep in his lap with her head against his chest, so she can sleep while sitting up. However, it doesn’t approve sleep for her either way. When morning came, MJ puts her foot down and called Cassandra. “I don’t care if the doctors were on vacation; call them all, and set this appointment up for Malon in Haddonfield right this minute!” MJ yelled. “MJ, it’s not my place to disrupt their business--” “MALON IS FREAKIN’ SUFFICATING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SHE’S NOT EATING GOOD OR GETTING ANY SLEEP, THINK ABOUT THAT.” Then MJ slammed the phone on her.

MJ strained her throat for shouting at Cassandra, she doesn’t even mean to be this demanding; she was just scared for Malon, her only treasure. MJ sobbed on the floor in grief, as she doesn’t know what to do. Jason heard everything from Malon’s room, he understands that she’s angry; he’s angry too, though, he never thought that MJ would be this demanding.

Jason left Malon for a second to see his crying wife. He got down and sat next to her to give her a hug. He knew how much Malon means to her; she means to him too. Jason then picked MJ up and carried her towards Malon’s room. When he put MJ down, Malon walked towards her mom to give her a hug. “I’ll be okay mom... Really.” Malon said in a hoarse tone, before she made a gagging noise. MJ teared up in grief, she didn’t know what to do for her. 

While MJ and Jason try to think, they both heard a door knock. MJ had to let go of her daughter to see who was at the door. When MJ opened the door, she saw that it was the police chief. “May I help you?�� MJ asked. “Is this the Voorhees residents?” The chief asked. “Yes... Why you ask?” MJ asked nervously. “Ma’am, we need to take you and Mr. Voorhees to court.” The chief explained. MJ’s jaw dropped. “WHAT, why?” MJ asked in panic.

Jason was listening to the commotion and wanted to see what’s going on. When he saw a few police officers outside his cabin, Jason was feeling the urge to kill them off, but he knew that MJ would not allow it, so he needed to remain calm. “Because you don’t have any legal rights to adopt Malon after, you say: ‘have found her’, we’re placing both of you under arrest for not having an adoption form for the child...” MJ was hyperventilating; the fact that she might lose her daughter AND her husband. “Also... Since Jason Voorhees was known as the psycho-killer over the past years, with you being around him, letting him proceed his deeds, you’re also under violation into being under citizen’s arrest.” The chief explained. “But sir, Jason hasn’t been doing anything wrong, and I’ve made sure that Jason acts more humanely... We don’t have the adoption form because things got complicated--” “Yeah yeah, tell it to the judge, ma’am.” The chief said as he grabbed hold of both her arms from behind. 

That is until Jason stepped in and took the chief’s wrist and dislocated it. “What the fu--” “JASON DON’T. It’s okay, he’s not arresting me, *in her head* at least not yet... *to Jason* The judge just wants to talk to us. We’re going to save Malon.” MJ explained. Jason decided to listen and relocate the chief’s wrist. “Do that, one more time, and I’ll be sure to have the judge double your sentence!” The chief threatened.

Before MJ got into the car, she remembered Malon. “WAIT... Malon’s in there, and she’s sick really badly!” MJ teared up. “We’ve heard about Malon’s case, so don’t worry, we’ll make sure she gets her tonsillectomy before the final sentences.” The chief assures. 

Sadly, MJ has to get a ride without Jason by her side, he needed to go into a police truck. Poor Malon was being transported to a private hospital that will help her cure her tonsils, without her mom or dad being there to support her. 

[Since I have no idea about Courts or laws in the court, I’m skipping the Court scene] 

Apparently, MJ has to speak the full truth, since it’s the law of the court. Jason understands that she needed to be honest with herself, or else she’ll be putting herself in danger if she doesn’t speak the truth. But it doesn’t help with the case.

Jason is sentenced to life in prison, while MJ has no right into raising Malon on her own because of her autism. She is charged for helping Jason through life; since Jason was a criminal, so she could of ended in jail too; however, she’s able to pay her fine on that, but she can’t bail her husband out.

As for Malon, they were going to put her in the orphanage, but luckily, Eric was there to prevent that from happening, so he volunteered to raise Malon as his own. However again, she’s not allowed to see Jason, and she can only see MJ with permission from the law.

***

MJ was crying at her sanctuary house, because she’s all alone, and she lost her family. Thankfully, Aquarius comes by for a visit; she even took the time to take her to prison to see her husband. When MJ saw Jason chained up, it made him look lifeless. Poor MJ wanted to cheer him up, but she’s not allowed to see him up close, but Pennywise has a way. He hacked the security cameras and brain-dumb the security men. “Alright MJ, you got five minutes.” Pennywise said as he opened the door for her. MJ kissed Pennywise by the lips for his attempt to help her see Jason in the flesh up close. Of course, Pennywise nearly gagged when she did that.

Jason lifted his head after hearing someone approaching him. When he saw that it was MJ, he jolted up like as if he was back from the dead. MJ touched Jason’s cheek and felt the dampness from the tears in his eyes. “Oh baby... I’m so sorry...” MJ said as she pasted the side of her head against his chest. Jason lifted her chin to place his hand on her cheek, then rubbed the tear off her eye. He then lay his forehead against hers before kissing her by the nose. All MJ did was kiss him back. “Sweetie... If I could do anything, I’d sell my soul to free you and have Malon back in our lives.” MJ teared up. Jason shook his head after hearing that statement.

Everything got interrupted when Pennywise broke it up. “MJ, we have to go; some of the security guards are gaining consciousness.” Pennywise warned. MJ bawled up with tears before clinging into her husband. Jason knew that MJ needs to leave, or else she’ll be in big trouble with the law, so he made Pennywise drag MJ away from him. “NO... Jason please!” MJ tried to grab his hand, but Jason did not want to hold on to hers, he has to accept his fate. “JASON.” MJ cried. Both Aquarius and Pennywise both wrapped their arms around MJ as they walked out from prison.

Present 

MJ teared up before she gave Freddy the answer. She looked into her photo of her, Jason, and Malon on their Wedding Day. “If I accept, Will Jason be free from prison, AND Malon will have the rights to be a Voorhees?” MJ asked. “I can even make the law enforcements forget about Jason being a criminal, all you got to do is shake on it!” Freddy explained. 

“Alright, but I have three conditions: 

You give me space, 

You will not kill or hurt any of my or my family’s friends,

And I want Jason and Malon to be able to see me in their dreams, so that means, you CAN’T Intervene

Understand?” MJ said.

Freddy chuckled before laying his claw hand on her shoulder. “You’re lucky your cute as fuck. So, I can simply keep my word on these conditions, it’s not like you’ll escape anyway... I made sure of that.” Freddy said with a cheeky grin.

MJ sighed sadly while looking up. “I’ll make the deal, but could you at least let me be with my family one last time?” MJ asked. “Oh, sure! I’ll let you see them... However, I might have to take back what I said about letting you have these conditions granted; I would love for Lily to be my next victim.” Freddy said in a charismatic tone. “NO! Don’t worry about it... I’ll just forget about spending time with them for the final time.” MJ said while tearing up. 

Freddy smiled to MJ’s scared reaction. “That’s much better, well then... Let’s shake on it...” Freddy said before putting out his hand. MJ sadly shook Freddy’s hand while feeling him making a tight grip. MJ screamed in agony, it felt like her bones are shattering. “Well that’s done, NOW... I’ll show you to your new room.” Freddy said as he dragged her through the boiler; which is where MJ will be living behind for the rest of her life. “There’s no getting out, the boiler is always on, unless me or the Shadow Demon were to shut it off... Which hardly happens.” Freddy warned. “Now get some rest... You want to be well rested when Jason or Malon come by.” Freddy added before he leaves the space through the flames. MJ just sits on the edge of the bed while bawling her eyes out on her pillow.

***

Freddy managed to keep his word; Jason being released, and Malon is now officially a Voorhees. “Daddy!” Malon said excitedly in a hoarse tone; she did get her tonsils removed, but her throat hurts a little, including her ears and neck, but she’s all better now. Jason hugged his daughter while crying with happy tears. “Where’s mommy? I want to see her.” Malon asked. Jason lifted his head after hearing her question, where is MJ, does she even know that they’re back together? He’s not worried too much; she could have gone out for a few hours, or probably just hanging out with the Grays. So, he thought of taking his daughter out for a leisurely walk through the woods.

But when it was time for bed, Jason is starting to get a little concerned. MJ is never gone this late at night; she’s always afraid of being out of the dark by herself, he hoped that nothing bad happens to her. He went up to check on Malon, who is sleeping soundly. Then he decided to went out to look for MJ in the woods, and just outside the woods. 

Meanwhile, Malon was having a dream about her mom, as in the agreement with Freddy; Jason and Malon can see MJ in their dreams if they chose to, and of course, Malon chose to be with her mom. Malon didn’t know that she was dreaming, until her mom explained things to her. “You see sweetie, in order for you to become a Voorhees, and for your dad to be out of prison, I have to give up my soul to Freddy.” MJ explained. Malon was shocked, she can’t believe that her mom would go that far. “Does this mean... We’ll never see you again?” Malon asked. MJ nodded sadly as it were her answer. “When you’re awake, yes. But you can see me in your dreams whenever you want; think of it as... one parent works the backshift.” MJ said with enthusiasm, which could not fool her daughter from the slightest. 

Malon looked around the space; it does not look like home for her mom. “Mom, I can tell that you regretted this; we need to find a way to get you out of this deal.” Malon thought. “I’m afraid not; Freddy and I shook on it, nothing can change.” Malon stared crossly at her mom. “Where is he? Let me at ’em!” Malon said while making punching gestures. “Malon, Freddy will crush you like a fire beetle. Besides, part of the conditions I’ve mentioned; you and your dad will dream and decide if you two wanted to see me, and Freddy cannot intervene. So, you’ll never see him again. Which is another good thing; my other condition was that he will not kill or hurt anybody we love or cared for. So, you’re safe from Freddy’s grasp.” MJ explained. Malon sighed from exhaustion, so, she decided to take a breather and hug her mom tight, before morning comes and that her mom goes away.

***

When Malon did wake up, she went up and told her dad what happened. “Dad, I saw mom; she’s trapped in the Nightmare Realm, she sold her soul to Freddy, so you and I can be a family again for all time.” Malon explained. Jason’s undead heart shattered; even though he’s happy to be out of prison, and that Malon is now a Voorhees, he can’t live a full happy life without MJ; his wife. Jason kissed Malon by the head before going out for a few minutes to let out his loud silent anger, while swinging his machete through the woods; slicing down trees and warned out houses and buildings.

Jason then bangs the ground with fury and depression. Malon rushed out after seeing her dad upset. “I’m sorry daddy... If I’ve never needed to have my tonsils removed, we would never be in this mess.” Malon said, as a tear fell out of her eye. Jason looked up at Malon, when he saw the tears in her eyes, he held his daughter into his arms while sobbing in sorrow.

After Malon stopped crying, she spoke to her still-crying dad. “However, mom said that we can visit her in our dreams if we chose to, so... it’s like visiting her on her nightshift.” Malon explained. Jason stopped crying after hearing what his daughter said. So, he got up and rushed home to take a nap so he can see his wife and hopefully rescue her from her hot fate.

To be Continued   

[bakedbakermom]

No. No! I am not getting sick. Not 2 days before the tonsillectomy I should have had years ago and have been nauseous with anxiety about for weeks and just want to get over with. Nope. I am in denial so deep the germs themselves will not survive. I am not getting sick. So mote it be.

[ryanhamiltonwalsh]

10 Years ago this week, we arrived in the snowy town of Macedon, NY to record Have You Ever Done Something Evil? at 1809 Studios with Dave Drago.

I remember it as a time of new beginnings. The lineup here was fairly different than the last time we made an LP, and I think a lot of folks who knew us assumed we were winding down as a band. Two months earlier, I had an adult tonsillectomy to try sleep better and not be perpetually sick. I had no idea if my voice would be ready or not. When we turned on the amps and started recording—backed by our incredible new drummer Ryan Connelly—we were surprised to find that we were having fun again. Mr. Drago saw that and pushed us past what we thought were our limits. We are what we say we are, as the song says.

[blackvail22]

i talk here a bunch each day because i have no one else to talk to.

its sad, honestly.

i couldnt go to my counseling appointment, so i wont be able to see her again for another 2 weeks

thats nearly a month since ive seen her

im not doing very well so this isnt good at all lmao

idk how im going to make it another 2 weeks but all i can do is try ...

i think i start work again next week. im afraid of what has changed... probably not a lot. all i know is we have a new manager, and ive heard he's nice

i have a postop appt on tuesday for my tonsillectomy. finally i will have what my disease means explained to meeee. i keep thinking about it, and its been bothering me. i probably wont know if i have another surgery until after my next ct scan (they have to space them out so i dont get exposed to too much radiation and i had one less than a month ago) and idk when that is

im so bored. i have to be the problem

i really think i am

"my friends wont reach out" but when i reach out its super dry and they varely engage. maybe im seeing it in the wrong perspective. maybe my vision is skewed, and im seeing it in the wrong light.

maybe its because theyre busy

maybe at work

going to work

hanging out with other friends

going to hang out with other friends

i want to have a good friend group so bad but i feel like i cant have one

i feel like my only friend was em even though she used me. oh, i dont know if i ever told u the reason why we arent friends anymore

so, i dont have the best memory of the order everything happened, but ill do my best to sort it out

after spending a bunch of time together, we started to fade away. i would ask her if she wanted to spend the night, she would hesitate for a good 30 minutes, talk to her mom, and then say "sure". sometimes she wouldnt wait until we ate dinner (but a good amount of times she did) until shed say "oh i forgot something at home" or "my stomach hurts" and id walk to her house with her (except the times when she'd tell me not to).

when i walked with her, she would always say "ill be right back" and then shed be gone for 10 minutes and her mom would come out and be like "hey... she doesnt feel well so she's going to say home". and each time i would walk home crying. at this point, she was already blowing me off, not talking to me, and overall being rude, but i still went back to her every time.

this rare occasion was in early september of 2017. we only hung out, and then she said she had someone else shes hanging w at her house. she had become friends with people that hated my sister as well as a girl that honestly no one knows. em started to become them... like literally she became a copy of them. the whole group of girls would tell her that my sister is a fat, ugly whore. they fed her all of this, and they would talk and call my sister names and generally talk shit about her

a few days after i heard abt this, i saw things from em that she was having a hard time. i was outside doing yard work, and she was walking by. i said "hey, i hope you feel better" and she yelled "fuck you" at me while, again, giving me the finger.

i dont know what i did, but that was the last time in years that we would talk to each other. we would be "friends" on the bus the few days she went to school sophomore year...

now, though? i dont exist to her. i saw her at my work TWICE this past year, once being on my recent birthday, and she pretended she didnt know me. i look the same as i did before... this most recent time, she was with her boyfriend, one of the friends from '17 and her mom. as i greeted them, everyone looked over except her... her mom even did a double take.

she claims she doesnt know why our friendship went to shit when we were toxic to each other our whole friendship. it was never healthy.

she seems to be happy though, at least happier than me. shes pregnant again. im not sure of the gender, but i think its going to be a boy. she's always wanted to be a mom, so i hope shes a good one.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

can u please continue the uninjured hero story, i wanna know what happens nexxttt

Hi Anon! Sure I can! Here you go!

part 1

Hero opened their eyes to a blurry, white room. The first thing they noticed was the fact that their throat was sore. Very sore. The second thing they noticed was the IV in their arm. Hero reached to pull it out but stopped when they heard a door open.

“Hello, Hero,” Villain said, entering the room.

“You!” Hero exclaimed, sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” Villain asked.

Hero stared at Villain incredulously. Villain had essentially kidnapped them and held them in their evil little hospital against their will, and now they wanted to know how Hero was feeling!?

“What did you do to me?” Hero asked, rubbing their throbbing throat.

“You didn’t answer my question, Hero.” Villain pulled up a chair and sat down next to Hero’s bed, “how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Well, yes, Hero thought, my throat is killing me. And I’m cold. And tired. And I just want to go home! But I’m not telling them that.

“Hero, if you don’t answer my questions, I’m going to assume you’re in too much pain to talk and I’m going to have to put you back under.”

Fine, Hero thought.

“My throat really hurts,” Hero finally said.

“Well, the painkillers should start kicking in any minute now,” Villain replied.

Without warning, Villain put a hand to Hero’s forehead. Hero pulled their head away, frowning at the sudden contact.

“Hm, a small fever, but that’s to be expected.” Villain said.

That explains why I’m cold, Hero thought.

“Are you going to just leave me in the dark forever, or are you going to tell me what you did to me?” Hero asked sharply.

“Have you ever heard of tonsillitis, Hero?” Villain asked.

What the heck? What did that have to do with anything?

“You mean that thing that little kids get sometimes?” Hero asked.

“Yes, although adults can suffer from it as well. In fact, I have a patient coming in next week with tonsillitis. They’re going to be having a tonsillectomy to resolve the issue. Although, it’s been quite some time since I’ve performed a tonsillectomy… until a few hours ago, that is.”

“You took my tonsils!?” Hero yelled, wincing at the pain it caused in their throat.

“Oh please, it’s not like you needed them,” Villain said, “Remember all those times you’d fail to show up to our fights because of strep throat? I’ve just solved your problem.”

“You had no right-” Hero started.

“Hero, they’re tonsils. Why are you emotionally attached to a pair of tissues?”

“You just did surgery on me without my consent! And I- woah…”

Hero was starting to feel the effects of the painkillers Villain had mentioned earlier. They fell back against the pillows, unable to hold their head up.

“Ah, about time,” Villain said.

Villain pulled the blankets up to Hero’s chin and smoothed them over.

“Don’t worry, Hero, I’ll have you home soon. You’re going to want to stay put for a week or two, and drink plenty of fluids, you don’t want to get dehydrated.”

“You monster,” Hero slurred.

“Me? A monster?” Villain feigned innocence, “I’m just making sure my favorite nemesis doesn’t get any more respiratory infections, what’s the harm in that?”

“I’m…mad…at…you…”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that when you wake up,” Villain said, standing up, “sleep well, Hero.”

Villain turned and left the way they came, closing the door softly behind them. Hero’s eyes fluttered closed, and they were asleep once again.

[damndude69]

my family has Covid again, luckily I haven’t been around them but my dad literally had it three weeks ago. My sibling is still getting over pneumonia from a tonsillectomy they had recently & I’m really worried about them & the rest of my family as well. my anxiety is really fucking bad.

[whumphoarder]

Do you have a section for Christmas fics in your rec post list?

I don’t yet, so let me remedy that :D

Disaster Christmas: an Avengers Team 5+1 by @awesomesockes​ & @whumphoarder​

Five times the Avengers experience Christmas-related misfortune and Dr. Banner gets to show off his nursing skills + the one time everyone is miserable together.

Candle in the Window by @madasthesea​

Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.

12 Days of Irondad & Spideyson Christmas by @ciaconnaa​

12 individual Christmas-themed stories!

An Unwanted Christmas Gift by @whimsicalethnographies​

Tony Stark hates Christmas, Peter and Pepper love Christmas, May has to work, and everyone gets norovirus.

That's it. That's the story.

Eggnog and Tums and a Stairlift and Too Much Pie by @whimsicalethnographies​

“Okay, they’re gone…”

Peter looks up from his spot on the floor, where he’s dutifully cutting out snowflakes to add to Morgan’s collection. Mr. Stark is in his chair at the window, where he’s been since Happy ushered May and Pepper out the door ten minutes ago.

“...now’s our chance to be bad.”

Where the Lovelight Gleams by sahiya

“Hi,” Peter said weakly, looking up at Steve from where he was curled on his side in the bed––more or less the same position he’d been in since he’d arrived home from MIT, three days earlier, and quarantined himself because he didn’t want to expose Tony’s weak lungs and lousy immune system to his “finals week hell-flu.”

Steve appreciated the gesture, but at this point it was clearly doing more harm than good.

Cursed Christmas by sahiya

A series of unfortunate events befalls Tony, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan (and Happy and May) in the week leading up to Christmas.

It'd be kind of funny if it didn't totally suck. Fortunately, they've got good back-up.

5 Times Peter Wrapped Something With His Webs by jessicagoddamnjones

+ 1 time he didn’t.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas by @frostysunflowers​

''S’it bad?'' Peter asks weakly.

''Hard to say,'' Tony admits, hooking a thumb beneath the gunky locks of hair and gently lifting them away. ''You know what head wounds are like. They’re the drama queens of injuries.''

Peter moans and burrows himself into Tony’s chest. ''Did I fall over?''

''Something like that, kid,'' Tony sighs, letting his forehead drop into Peter’s damp hair, allowing his nerves a moment to settle. ''C’mon, let’s get you fixed up.''

Night(mare) Before Christmas by Desirexwolf 

Christmas had always been a quiet affair for the Parkers and when Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that. Tony proves him wrong.

Home for Christmas by katierosefun

Or: four times Tony Stark and Peter Parker spent Christmas away from home or were late for Christmas, and the one time they finally managed to get home for Christmas together.

Stocking S(t)uffers by HiddenSt0rms

It’s not uncommon to have a sore throat in the wintertime, especially in a crowded place like Queens. It’s also not uncommon for said sore throat to turn out to be strep. But what is uncommon is for this to be the seventh throat problem this year.

Leave it to Peter’s luck to need his tonsils out right before Christmas.

Or: Tony knows just what to get Peter for Christmas following his tonsillectomy.

Merry Sickmas by @goldenavenger02​

"That sounds like pneumonia, Tony. Pretty sure it's viral if he's been sick since he got there." Bruce explained while adjusting the glasses on his face.

"He didn't start showing symptoms till last night, but knowing him, he probably has been hiding it since yesterday afternoon, minimum."

Air I Breathe by heartofcathedrals

Peter gets sick with pneumonia right before Christmas and May’s on a business trip, which leaves Tony in Dad Mode.

[followerofmercy]

Hey for anyone wondering, 

Ketamine fucking sucks

Details of being on drugs at the hospital under the cut. We all write fanfic and need to know what it feels like okay.

Ok, so the other day I came out of surgery for some cauterization of a bleed that had started because of my tonsillectomy about a week ago. I was in a decent bit of pain. Not excruciating or enough that I really felt I needed painkillers, but enough the nurse wanted to give me morphine... which didn’t do anything for some reason. I’m magical.

(Also I’m not exaggerating. The nurse told my mother later “yeah she didn’t respond at all to the morphine. It was weird)

Anyway. This sweet, wonderful white girl that wanted to do no harm suggested ketamine. She warned me that it was a dissociative and can make people see things, so I shouldn’t go chasing the pink elephants down the hall

I was like, sure! She seems to think it’s a good idea! I’m still buzzing from anesthesia and will probably feel the cauterization pain soon. I’ll take some ketamine! 

To preface: the most recreational drugs I’ve ever done were some CBD to help with anxiety, a shot of vodka that I immediately threw up and a tiny bit too much Jaeger on a camping trip. 

So the sweet, wonderful nurse puts the syringe of ketamine up to my IV. I’m laying there all cheerful and serene, chatting away, and then I became a cat trying to fight off the 2AM demons. 

First the room started spinning. It was like the one time I actually got drunk and tried to stand to drink water out of a tarp (different story), but this time I was Very Aware that it is not normal. I forgot where I was and couldn’t tell if I was in the operating room before I went under, in the operating room mid-surgery, or was in the post operation observation (where I actually was). Time passed weird. It seemed to loop back on itself, stop, start and reverse at random.

The blurred vision continued and scared the shit out of me. I don’t recall hallucinating anything specific, but I couldn’t see people except as colors with parts of faces on them. At one point my anesthesiologist came in to check on me and I have NO idea what he asked or what I responded with. 

I recall that conversations happened between me and some people, but I have no fucking clue what their contents were or how I responded. I don’t think I sounded high off my ass? I have a talent for giving meaningful feedback when I’m half asleep, high on meds or very distressed. I do remember laughing when my nurse went to go check some paperwork and then asking her “was I laughing?” when she got back.

Note: nothing was funny. I just started laughing like a hyena and abruptly stopped.

It’s hard to remember details, but the biggest sensations were the vertigo, the fucked up time, not knowing where I was and not knowing who I was. It was like all my higher thoughts stopped being my own. It wasn’t like an out of body experience or watching myself through a movie, more like I had become a dolphin/chimpanzee/etc with some random human’s thoughts thrown on top. 

Thankfully I was too weak/tripping balls to like, get up and run screaming butt naked down the hallways, but damn I could wiggle on that gurney. 

Again, I am Very Calm in most situations. There’s not much that will get me to have a full on freakout, BUT APPARENTLY KETAMINE IS ONE OF THEM. The worst thing is I dunno if I actually verbalized any of this shit or if I was just stuck in a circus from hell in my head with a :| expression.

When I came down off of it enough to talk reasonably again, the very first thing out of my mouth was “Please don’t ever give me that again” lol. 

My mother got to see me after I was able to ask the nurse to never ever ever EVER give me ketamine, and please put in my chart not to give me ketamine. Oh, but I was still very much on ketamine. She said it was like watching me try to fight off a nightmare.

I struggled to enough consciousness that I was like “yeah I’m good to go home please get me out of here so I can sleep and get me away from the demon juice.” I think I actually called it demon juice lol

Overall extremely disorienting, unpleasant and frightening. Would not recommend. I cannot understand how people do ketamine for fun.

[subtextread]

Dear abu,

I can imagine a different timeline where it’s you and me getting coffee this week instead of me being a weird dissociating zombie human trying to reckon with the one year anniversary of your death. We would definitely be talking about the insurgency at the capitol (would there still have been an insurgency in this timeline though?). I think I would be talking about whiteness and you would be talking about hubris and false conservatism and it would be sentiments as shared as possible between two people who hold different textbook party affiliations and different generational experiences, etc.

It threw me a little that the conversation we had about land was in 2017. That’s longer ago than I expected. That means you were in a darker place for longer than I remembered. Heatedish conversations about politics were before then because after, you were kind of preoccupied.

But even in this period where you were struggling with land shit, you still came to some of my shows. My bandmate said she saw that you got some of the best photos of the stage. I don’t know where your phone is, but I wonder if you enjoyed rewatching our noisey Beatles covers when you had some time away from the rest of the family in Pakistan.

Here are some other random memories:

- when we would take the bus for some reason you really liked the Claritin ad lol

- i think the first time i saw you and mom share space intentionally after the divorce was when i got a tonsillectomy. I remember waking up from being under and being like wtf this looks wrong somehow haha

- i used to wait by the windows on days you were supposed to come visit in the pre cell phone era because i was a brat and didn’t understand the fraught nature of public transit and i would get super mad at you when you were late and you would laugh about it with mom behind my back

- one time my mom heard me reading urdu and she was so amazed that she called you to have you hear it and it was the first time she did something like that and it was such a moment of recognizing that a person’s child was doing something impressive and that person wasn’t there but probably deserved to be witness to it too - and such a moment was so foreign because really you and mom barely spoke in the 25 years you lived past your divorce

- you weren’t like really interested in not me members of my family lmao. I remember when I tried to show you photos of the niblings or hc’s kiddos who were/are my entire world you were like (pat pat) on their heads lol

- you asked about my childhood friend a lot, and i told her that when she reached out to offer condolences

- i think i have a weird affection for cnn because i remember you watching it lol

- some of the films we saw in theaters together were clockstoppers (lol), tron: legacy (which is like a random favorite movie that I haven’t watched since you died because #dadfeelings), i think both rugrats films?, princess diaries (also #dadfeelings but #poorlyexecuted), a really bad bollywood film that had a trailer for eik ladkhi ko dekha at the start lol. I had to leave the theater for this one because the gratuitous nationalist torture scenes and the audience weirdly applauding them made me want to die, but i respected that the second you came out the theater you apologized LOL. i’m sure there were more!

- you wanted me to go to whitney young (satan’s playground), and I did (not because you wanted me to lol) and it was the worst lol

- you used to spontaneously bring me burgers when i was a kid even though you never ever ever ever ate them and i wonder now if it was some sort of like vicarious thing because you were cautious about your health but maybe wanted to just buy it to get it out of your system lol

- one time we spent all day at cook county hospital because you needed to get checked out and it’s the only place that doesn’t require insurance and it was so busy and the wait and all the people in the gigantic industrial-feeling waiting area was like such a damning example of healthcare injustice that i saw and didn’t understand at all at that young age

- one time we went to six flags but i only went on one ride because i was too scared!

- one time we went to the circus and as we were walking through a parking lot, I was turning to face you to talk as I walked and you, because you were a super chill and tentative person, didn’t warn me in time that i was about to smack into a parked car’s side mirror and i had a long gash in my face that left a scar for a few years lmao

- i remember you fractured your foot once and i didn’t understand why you were still walking on it

- one time you mentioned the dum dum girls and i was like what dad when did you get cool but it’s just because you read their name in a magazine

- you bought me my first cd! Alicia Keyes Songs in A Minor lol

- you wanted me to be good at the monkey bars but i wasn’t - the playground where we tried has been torn down but the park is still there and that’s where i put the dried stems from the flowers tracy got me when you died

- i wish i drove you around more. should’ve chauffeured you around dad lol. I have no recollection of seeing you drive ever even though you drove a taxi and a truck

- [redacted trauma memory]

- i just went through my emails and messages on facebook - i wish i had like a record of all our texts ever but whatever. some are cute and nice, some are uh bizarre lol, some are angry, but the vast vast majority are emails of me just being like “hi! Hope you’re well! Where are you! Did you get a new number!” Lol you would always leave without telling me or telling me super super last minute and so much of my virtual communication was just like trying to find you.

This makes me sad:

Hope you are resting peacefully. I hope I remember more things soon!

[jj-lynn21]

Doctor Istvan Günther intern at large

warnings: This is mostly just fluff and a dash of angst.

One shot

Bill sits in the administration office waiting area with his business manager, Jake Glassgo.  The secretary attempts to hold her cellphone to take a picture to send to her friends. Jake notices.

He leans in hiding Bill’s face with his hand, “You want me to take her phone?”

Bill sighs, “I’ll try to ask nicely, first.”

He walks over to the woman’s desk with a kind smile on his face. “I don’t want to be a dick, but I’d appreciate you not taking random picture of me here. I am trying not to get any press or fanfare right now. I can give you one good selfie for you to post in a week when I am done, alright?”

She nods excitedly.

“What’s your name?” He reached for her phone and she gave it up willingly while getting lost in his emerald gaze.

“Pam Pitson,” She smiled. At least she thought she smiled.

“Nice to meet you Pam.” Bill deleted photos she had already taken. He glanced through her social media to see if she posted anything yet. She hadn’t. He held the camera in front of them tilting it to get a good angle for them both to look their best. “Smile, Pam.” She did and he snapped the photo and handed her back her phone. “Remember don’t post that for a week or it will breach the contract I’m about to sign and you will be fired.”

She was blushing so enamored of him she would agree with anything. She manages to get out a, “k”

The intercom fuzzes with static before the manager asked, “Ms. Pitson, I am ready to see Mr. Skarsgard and Mr. Glassgo now.”

Pam answered, “I’ll send them right back Mr. Garrett.”

Bill and his manager sat in the office with Mr. Garrett. Mr. Garrett handed them a stack of papers to sign. Mr. Glassgo took out a stack of paper from his briefcase for the hospital administrator to sign.

“All the staff throughout the hospital were informed you will be here for the week.” Mr. Garrett said as he signed the paperwork given to him. “They will not be bothering you for autographs or photos. If someone does please inform me. They know the consequences.”

Bill nods as he finishes signing papers, “they will treat me like the rest?”

“For the most part,” Mr. Garrett informed him. “our interns are questioned about possible diagnosis and medical conditions. You will not be put on the spot in any way. You will be going through a quick overview of how to do a basic assessment and asked to do that during rounds. A Doctor will reassess the patient when you are through which is a normal procedure. Others in the group may also assess the patient. The other thing we can’t control is patients recognizing you.”

“Understandable,” Bill thinks for a moment. “what about those getting ready for surgery. Doctors visiting right before surgery would wear a mask and in recovery wear masks?”

“Yes, also patients in reverse isolation in which the Doctors have to wear masks and gowns because the patient could be in danger from outside germs.” Mr. Garett said. “You can go into those rooms if you do exactly what the team leader tells you.”

“Of course,” Bill agreed, “I would never want to put anyone in danger. Learning what to do in those situations would be helpful.”

They all shook hands and Bill parted ways with his manager to start right away. Mr. Garett took Bill to the Doctors’ locker room to get a white coat and Stethoscope. Then he took him to a new class of interns that was due to start in minutes. Most of them were seated.

“This is Doctor Istvan Günther,” He used Bill’s middle names for slight anonymity. “He is joining you all in this learning process. I expect the best from you all. "Doctor Günther, take a seat. Good luck. Feel free to come to me with any questions.”

Bill sat in the back. Doctor Marker, the head of surgery was also the head of the internship program. Today’s lecture was on viral pathogen control inside the hospital. Bill took notes on the lecture and also on how the students around him were acting.

After the lecture, Doctor Marker separated the class into small groups to work in different departments with the head Doctors in those departments. “Doctor’s Standard, Henshire, Staplton, and Günther follow me. This week we will be assessing patients before and after their surgeries. You will be viewing a tonsillectomy, heart catheterization and coronary artery bypass this week.” Doctor Marker walked quickly.

Doctors Standard and Staplton whispered and giggled glancing at the new tall intern joining them. All of them had been doing rounds in different departments for weeks. They had all gotten a form letter Bill would be joining them at some point.

“Doctor’s I would appreciate, professionalism, ” Bill told the gigglers.

“I’d appreciate working with all professionals,” Doctor Henshire murmured.

“Sorry Doctor Günther,” I’m Breanna or Doctor Standard if you will. The rude mumbler is Doctor Henshire. He is just a little cranky baby to everyone so don’t take anything he says personally.“

"I’m Doctor Jason Staplton,” He smiles. “It is a pleasure to have you work with us. I think what you are doing to get more realism into your work is great.”

“Yeah,” Doctor Standard looked up to him with big blue doe eyes. “Any questions you have, we have no problem trying to answer. Anything, at all.”

Bill smiled nervously, “Thank, I appreciate that.”

They get to the door of the first patient. Masks and gloves are outside the door. Doctor Marker put his mask and gloves on and the others follow suit.

“This patient, female 25 years old presented with pain on the right side of the throat, difficulty swallowing, A hoarse voice, fever, swollen lymph nodes, yellow coating on the tonsils, and a severe recurring sore throat over the last year. Who would like to tell me why she is here?”

Doctor Staplton jumped on the question first. “She needs her tonsils taken out.”

Doctor Mark nodded, “Correct Doctor Staplton. We will go in and each access here one last time before her surgery. Then you will watch me in the observation room. She was just medicated for surgery minutes ago. How should we proceed when we walk in her room? ”

“We should inform her on the dangers of the surgery before checking her vitals,” Doctor Henshire said smugly.

“No Doctor Henshire,” Doctor Marker glared at him. “The patient is told of the dangers and all possible outcomes in the initial consultation. We need to make sure she is relaxed and in good spirits before going to surgery. Talk kindly to her. Ask her if she has any questions. Answer her calmly.”

Everyone walked into the room.

The patient was smiling. Her eyes were glossy from the medication. “Hey there Doctor sexy eyes.” She giggles looking at Bill. “Those eyes belong to Bill Skarsgard. What a Hunk.” She giggles again.

Bill chuckles nervously.

Doctor Marker picked up her chart on the end of the bed. “How are you feeling Miss Johnston?”

“Dandy as candy,” She smiled. Her eyes were a little droopy.

“We are going to listen to your heart and check your lymph nodes before you go down to surgery Miss Johnston.” Doctor Marker flipped through her chart. “Looks like blood pressure and blood work are good. These interns are Doctor Standard, Doctor Henshire, Doctor Staplton, and Doctor Günther.”

They all listened to her heartbeat and felt under her neck. Bill went last and did as he saw everyone else do. She was smiling ear to ear as he heard her heartbeat so steadily. He glands were so swollen even he could feel how abnormal they felt.

As they were taking her vitals the transporter came in with the gurney. They all walked to the operating room.

Miss Johnston looks up at Bill. His hand on the rail walking along side. She reached for his hand. “Will, you be there when I wake?”

“Bill takes her hand,” His eyes light up with a smile. “Yeah, I promise I’ll be there.”

He was not sure if that was an appropriate response from a Doctor. He made a mental note to ask later.

“Thank, Bill,” she murmured before they wheeled her into the operating room.

Bill followed the other interns up some stairs, “Was it alright for me to hold the patients hand and reassure her like I did?” He threw the question out for any of the others to answer.

“No,” Doctor Henshire chastised instantly.

Doctor Standard glared at Doctor Henshire, “To elaborate on Doctor Henshire’s comment, it is not something most Doctors do. Sometimes a family member will walk with the patient holding their hand before they get to the operating room. It is fine to comfort a patient before surgery and I think you helped her be in good spirits which is important for a Doctor to do, in my opinion.”

“ I think holding a patient’s hand is fine if it makes them trust you better, Doctor Staplton chimed in, "You just have to watch you don’t get to emotional invested in the patients. If you do that, this place will rip you to pieces emotionally.”

“Yeah,” Bill nodded, “My brother offered me that advise also. He is a Doctor in Sweden. I tagged along with him last week but I really wanted to see things inside of a hospital in the States for the character I will be playing next.”

They sit in an enclosed glass room over looking the operating room. Doctor Marker explains everything he is doing step by step. He wants his students to be ready to join him in the operating room and eventually perform the procedure by themselves. Bill’s eyes are big and interested as he watches and takes notes. He also takes notes on how the others are reacting to watching.

Bill is standing at Miss Johnston’s bedside when her eyes flutter open, “Don’t try to speak Miss Johnston. If you can keep the secret you know who I am I will bring you something special when you feel better tomorrow.” He winks.

She smiles and nod yes that she will keep it a secret he is there. Then she nods back off to sleep. She is unsure if he was really who she thought he was with the preop shot and the haze she was still in when she woke in recovery.

The interns followed Doctor Marker for ten hours checking in on patients. Also learning about the paper work that must be done. “It is an important part of the job,” he told them. Other than stopping in the cafeteria  for 15 minutes to grab a coffee and a snack on the run they had no real break.  But finally the exhausting day came to an end.

“Hey Doctor Günther, we are going for a drink at Cleats,” Doctor Staplton looked to Bill as they hung up their white coats in the locker room. “You want join us?”

“Thanks man, um Doctor Staplton,” Bill said politely. “I have some more work to do tonight. Then getting some rest.” Bill wanted to make sense of his notes while they were fresher in his mind so he could make character suggests in the script to show the director next Monday.

“We will see you tomorrow at 4am then,” Doctor Staplton walked out with Bill.

“Sure thing,” Bill said excitedly. Most of them seemed to be cool with him being there. “I’m looking forward to learning more.”

The next morning as he got to the last light before pulling into the Doctor’s parking lot in his rented black kia telluride with tinted windows he saw the vultures. Media trucks, reporters and camera people covered the entrance to the hospital. Bill shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot.

When he parked he took his phone out to call his manager, “I had one good day before they all found out. Any patient or visitor could have informed them. Can you be here within a half an hour. Bring some signed posters of my characters. I have a fan I want to visit before leaving today. And bring Mr. Mike.”

His manager and bodyguard, Mr. Mike,  got there within twenty-five minute. They all went to the administration office to have another chat with Mr. Garrett.

“I’m sorry about all that craziness out there, ” Mr. Garrett apologized.

“I don’t think it was your people Mr. Garrett,” Bill shook his head. “Everyone was pretty cool yesterday. I’m sorry they are in the way out there. Why don’t you go out to give a statement that I was here yesterday researching a new role. I’m going to visit a patient I met yesterday before I leave through the back. I’m really sorry about the media barrage.”

“I’m sure they will leave once I tell them you are not here,” He shakes Bill’s hand.

Pam comes in to take notes for an amendment to the original paperwork that both parties do not blame employees for the media presence. Bill agrees that instead of a week, one day was enough to get the information he was looking for in the experience. She typed it all up and both parties signed. The amendment was attached to the original contract that Bill’s manager and Mr. Garrett had handy.

“Pam you may share that picture tonight after work as long as say I was only here one day,” Bill smiles kindly.

Pam got excited, “Of course Mr. Skarsgard.”

Bill’s manager and bodyguard follow him to the lockers. Bill gets the coat and stethoscope in his assigned locker. He grabs a mask from the secretary at the closest desk. They get on the elevator to head to the eighth floor where Miss Johnston was taken after her recover time.

Bill walked in her room. His manage walks in with him holding a bag of posters and things signed. Mr. Mike, stands at the door.

“How is my first ever patient today?” His sparkling green eyes smile at her.

She drops her spoon in her oatmeal mid-bite, “Doctor um Günther.” She turns beat red. “I was sure I hallucinated I saw you. I, are you…”

He took his mask off, “You weren’t that out of it Miss Johnston.”

She was so surprised, “call me Jen, um Bill?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, you can call me Bill. You didn’t tell anyone you thought you saw me, did you Jen.”

“No, I really thought I dreamed it. "She laughed.

"Good,” he smiled as he sat on the edge of her bed. “Who’s your favorite character I’ve played?”

“Oh I love a lot of them for different reason and some of them really just need more love to help them…”

He sat just listening to her paddle on for a moment.

“But Mickey is the best,” She giggled. “Such a lovable little small time criminal. He deserved better. I cried to hard at the end of that movie. But I have also already pre-cried for…”

“Okay, No spoilers.” He fake pouts like Mickey. “I don’t know if I know how my projects based on books ended yet. Sorry I made you cry so much.”

“It is like you are killing me with these tv shows and movies and I love it,” She giggled more.

“Well, I have a few things for you before I go.” Bill grinned. Mr. Glassgo hand me the Mickey things.“

His manager hand him a two rolled up posters and a funko pop of Mickey from Villains.

Jen unrolls a poster and stares at it. The stares at Bill and stares back at Bill.

"Pretty silly, right?” Bill chuckles. “Its a one of a kind poster. The back is signed. The other one is just the original poster from the movie Villains.”

She unrolled it, “Thanks, Bill. I really appreciate you stopping by and all these things. But especially just holding my hand before I went into surgery.”

“You are welcome Jen,” He gets up. “I have to go. You know what Mr. Glassgo?”

“What Bill?” his manager answers.

“Just give her the whole bag of stuff you brought.” Bill grabbed the bag and tossed it to her before leaving.

Jen squealed as she reached for it. Posters and funko pops for everything he has ever been in and a few posters for movies not yet out.

He got out of the hospital without being seen. The hospital administrator made a statement so most of the media were gone by the time he drove back to the hotel. The ones that stayed tried to continue to interview hospital personnel, but most people had no contact with him. Those that did knew not to comment to the media.

By 8pm Pam sends the picture of her and Bill to all her social media with the hashtag #whatahunk

[3000yearmonarch-archived]

((Even Dad has spoken: today has not been my day. I’ll put a nice, summarized version under the cut for anyone wondering.

There’s no way I can do anything tonight. I’ll be lurking. The IM guidelines I mentioned yesterday are still in effect. Sorry about all of this.

Be safe all, and happy Pokémon Day.

Took Benny to vet. As I suspected, Benny has conjunctivitis. Also got an estimate on how much it will cost to neuter him.

Called my ENT and cancelled my tonsillectomy appointment. You know, the one I’ve been prepping for for a few weeks now. The way things are, I just can’t vanish off the face of the Earth for two weeks to recover.

Currently in conflict with Dad about said surgery. He let me make the call to cancel it, but wants me to try to reschedule it before May. I’m kicked off my parents’ health insurance, and he estimates that, if I don’t go through insurance, it’ll cost around $10,000. I’m willing to gouge my savings account if it means I don’t have to do this whole last-minute shuffling. I’m not pleased about it, but I’m willing. And that means waiting until Fall; I feel like I’ll get sick at least twice in that time.

Emailed work to tell them to not worry about finding a substitute for my Anime and Manga class (which they’ve really been struggling to do for about a week-keep in mind our education coordinator ended up taking maternity leave early, starting about a week ago, so things are hectic as they work around that).

Contacted my psychiatrist to tell her a could come to an appointment in the next two weeks. Ideally, I should be going next week, but surgery would have prevent that until three weeks into March...when she’s going to be gone. And the following week I’m teaching Spring Break camps and can’t travel all the way across town during standard working hours.

Called Benny’s trainer to tell him that Benny won’t be able to take his final for intermediate training this week. He’s fine with rescheduling, but still...phone calls.

Called the ENT again, because I wasn’t sure if I had to cancel with the surgery center, too.

Backed my car into a fire hydrant on the way to my therapy appointment (I had to go back home to grab something). I’m not hurt, but I was freaking out because Dad’s been making a big deal about the cars recently.

Spent two-thirds of therapy in a meltdown. She probably almost had to call the hospital the way I was acting (neither of us think me spending time in the psyche ward would be healthy for me, but she is legally obligated to call under certain circumstances) 

Thankfully, my therapist decided to help me get through some of the stuff stressing me. Including...maybe finding a lab to get some blood work done before my psychiatry appointment? I called my PCP and they said they couldn’t do it, and I’d need to get a referral from my psychiatrist. Except, my psychiatrist needs to know where to send the referral to, and I had no idea.

Met up with the cutie, but I’m cramping today. Even on meds, it hurt so much that I though I was going to pass out in the bathroom (my new antidepressant interacts with Aleve, which is the only OTC painkiller that helps me at all). Had to cut our fun short, tried to get home quickly without getting into an accident but without passing out, got home and immediately curled up in my bed and, after a little bit, either passed out or fell asleep (probably the latter, but the former happened last month).

So it has been a day, and I’m begging for tomorrow to be even marginally better.))