#campo medicine

[goldelsie]

ceremonial snow moon approaching.

[quotesengage]

The Chart

By Rafael Campo

Says fifty-four-year-old obese Hispanic

female — I wonder if they mean the one

with long black braids, Peruvian, who sells

tamales at the farmers’ market, tells

me I’m too thin, I better eat; or is

she the Dominican with too much rouge

and almond eyes at the dry cleaner’s who

must have been so beautiful in her youth;

or maybe she’s the Cuban lady drunk

on grief who I’ve seen half-asleep, alone

as if that bench were only hers, the park

her home at last; or else the Mexican

who hoards the littered papers she collects

and says they are her “documents”; if not,

it could be that Colombian drug addict

whose Spanish, even when she’s high, is perfect;

or maybe it’s the one who never says

exactly where she’s from, but who reminds

me of my grandmother, poor but refined,

lace handkerchief balled up in her plump hand,

who died too young from a condition that

some doctor, nose in her chart, overlooked.

[transmutationisms]

not the ko-fi anon for reading lists but i am interested in reading more about diabetes and fatness not being a disease, if you happen to have any recs :)

im not sure what your familiarity is with concepts like medicalisation and biopolitics more broadly but these are pretty foundational ideas for this critique.

if you're new to critical readings on fatness & weight then i think two decent places to start are bacon & aphramor's 'body respect' and paul campos's 'the obesity myth', though both have shortcomings imo. j eric oliver's 'fat politics' probably falls into this category as well. all of these are afflicted with liberalisms and there are also issues that i think often arise from projects that have to read archives or bodies research 'backwards', but these are still useful for introducing paradigms that problematise the medicalisation of fatness, and also raise some of the (many, many) methodological issues plaguing dietetic and weight science.

nicolas rasmussen's 'fat in the fifties' is useful on the question of medicalisation because he presents the rise and fall of fears about an american 'obesity epidemic' in the 1950s as a case study and examinines the political and social (ie, not apolitically scientific) factors that configured fatness as a disease and a pressing political problem in a specific social context, and then the factors that made this 'epidemic' slide further from official view for a few decades after. i disagree with rasmussen on a lot of his policy discussion and he's not aligned with fat liberation by any means; nevertheless i think the historicisation he does here is valuable for anyone interested in the medicalisation of fatness. susan greenhalgh made a case study of china more recently in "neoliberal science, chinese style" in 'social studies of science' 46.4: 485–510 (DOI 10.1177/0306312716655501).

on the more sociological side i'd strongly recommend sabrina strings's 'fearing the black body' and da'shaun harrison's 'belly of the beast'. these focus more on anti-fat attitudes and cultural history/analysis than on directly deconstructing medicalisation and medical research.

wrt diabetes, i would recommend anthony ryan hatch's 'blood sugar', which argues that current scientific and cultural conceptions of metabolic syndrome reify biologised and genetic ideas of race and racial fixity; hatch sees the proposed treatments and diagnostic methods as failing to interrogate the social and economic factors that produce racial disparities in health. james doucet-battle also discusses this in 'sweetness in the blood'. hay and fiddler's 'inventing the thrifty gene: the science of settler colonialism' tackles an analogous medical discourse of race, the idea that indigenous peoples are genetically predisposed to diabetes and obesity, and the ways in which this concept rests on and reinforces categories of race while eliding the colonialism and racism that actually result in poorer health outcomes for indigenous populations. a broader history of diabetes and racial medicine is arleen marcia tuchman's 'diabetes: a history of race and disease', and i also want to pick up karen throsby's 'sugar rush', which came out just last year i think.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Heart of a child

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, sickfic(reader throws up), fluff, bit of coarse language

A sick day triggers a regression episode for reader.

When your alarm clock went off, you jolted awake, wincing at the sheer volume of the noise it seemed to be at. Your head was pounding, your throat was dry and scratchy, and you somehow felt warm but also freezing at the same time. You whined, shoving your phone off the nightstand after shutting the alarm off. With your face buried in your pillow, you whined.

You were sick. It’s been awhile, but still it sucked. You felt miserable from the get-go— you hadn’t even been awake for five minutes. Your phone rang, vibrating on the floor. You grumbled incoherently, rolling over to the edge of your bed you stared at it. Since the screen was facing up, you saw that it was AJ calling. You somehow managed to grab your phone from where you were laying(you didn’t have a bedframe and your mattress was on the floor, but still).

“Hey.” You said, voice cracking mid-word.

“Yeah, you’re not going to school today.” She decided.

“Yeah, no shit.” You sigh, “Sorry, have a good day though.”

“Take meds, okay? I’ll be there after school.” She replied, concerned. You could hear it in her voice.

“I’ll try.” You muttered.

“Take them.” She insisted, you whined.

“It’ll help if you have a fever or any aches and pains.” She continued, “Figured you’d be coming down with something the last time I saw you.”

“Wow.”

“I’m just saying, after awhile, I can tell if you’re coming down with something soon, you know?” She chuckles, “Stay hydrated. If you need me to get anything, please let me know whenever, alright?”

“Alright.” You sulked.

“Before I go, do you need urgent medical attention?”

“No.” You giggled at how serious she seemed to be, “I’m pretty sure that it’s just a cold or the flu.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, AJ. I’m sure.” You exhaled, “You’re talking to me now, do you think I sound like I’m gonna pass out or something?”

“Okay, alright.” She smiles, “Rest up, stay hydrated, eat something if you can. I’ll see you in a few hours. Okay, honey?”

“Okay.” You licked your lips, swallowing painfully. It felt like you were swallowing glass.

“Bye, I love you.” She replies, making a kissy noise.

“Love you too.” You said quietly before she hung up.

Obviously AJ had to go to classes and all so she couldn’t just stay online and talk to you. As a result, your day kinda dragged on. It felt like time was passing by extra slowly. But you were also groggy so that made you pass right back out for a couple more hours before you got out of bed to try and eat something before you took the medicine.

You’d gotten a text from AJ thirty minutes ago, and another from Gabi twenty minutes ago both asking how you were doing. You curtly responded to Gaby’s text saying you were fine. Then you were in AJ’s chat— you apologised for the late response, letting her know that you’d just woken up again. You also shot her a second text to tell her that you were having some oatmeal before she got on your case about why you weren’t having anything to eat.

You ate quite slowly, feeling an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You hated throwing up— in fact, you were terrified of it. And you had no one here with you. You didn’t have AJ here with you. Oh God, you didn’t have AJ here with you.

You swallowed thickly, staring at the spoonful of maple syrup oatmeal. You took a deep breath and dropped the spoon, deciding not to take another bite. As you got up from the barstool, you phone buzzed, but you ignored it and made your way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom down the hall. You took out the ibuprofen and Zofran, along with the thermometer. But first things first, you popped a Zofran into your mouth and let it sit under your tongue for it to dissolve and absorb. You were hoping that it would tide you over. Still unsure, you leaned against the sink countertop as you took the other pill then put them away. You hung around in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes before you decided it was okay to step away.

————

You sat on the couch in front of the TV, anxious and trying to pass the time. You were watching whatever was on right now and also nodding off every now and then since nothing was particularly interesting. You still had a couple hours until school let out and you were honestly so very restless. So, you just sat there and was eventually staring into space. Your mind wanders, and before you knew it you're fully spaced out.

The sickening feeling bubbles back up after awhile and fails to die down no matter what you tried. You knew you were anxious. So that definitely contributed to whatever you were feeling, you think. So you attempted to help yourself by taking some deep breaths, but it barely did anything for you. When your phone went off, you got a shock, snapping out of your thoughts.

AJ was calling you again. So you picked up, of course.

“Hello?” You gulped.

“Hi, honey.” She said back, “I’m on my way to yours right now, okay? I’ll be right there.”

You sniffled, “Okay.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. That feeling…the nausea you hated it. You didn’t want to be experiencing that, you didn’t want to throw up. You didn’t even want to think about it. You didn’t even want to think about it. Those thoughts kept swimming around in your head, over and over and over. Your chest heaved, sweat beading at the side of your head as you clutched onto the armrest of the couch. Out of sheer frustration, you started to cry. A painful lump too quickly forming in your throat. You inhaled shakily, throwing your head back on the headrest blinking the tears away— actually, more of it fell instead. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling absolutely exhausted from your racing mind. Your body ached, everywhere. You needed AJ.

You were curled up in the corner of the couch in the meantime, staring at the TV. Really, you were just staring at the screen, not a clue what was even going on in the show. When the front door open, you whipped your head around to see that AJ was here. “Oh, there you are.” AJ shut the door behind herself and locked it back up.

“Hi, honey.” She crouched down, stroking your cheek.

You hesitantly focused your eyes on hers, then she continued, “I’m right here, I’m gonna take good care of you, hm?”

You swallowed your spit harshly, “My tummy hurts. I don’t like it.” You hiccuped, “I don’t like it.”

AJ trusted her gut for this, she helped you sit up. “I know, I know, baby. It doesn’t feel good.” She helped you stand up, hoping to take you to the bathroom, but your stomach did a much unwanted somersault and you whimpered.

AJ panics for a moment but spots the trash can by the coffee table. She grabs that and held it under your chin, following you as you plopped back onto the couch. You were basically throwing a tantrum and freaking out over having to throw up. “Shhh.” She rubs your back, “I have you, just let it out. Baby, don’t worry, don’t hold it.”

“No…” You cried.

“Sweetie, please. You’ll feel better after, I promise.” AJ continues, hand still rubbing your back as she watches you fight the urge to vomit. “Baby, please let it out.”

As much as you were dreading actually having to throw up, with AJ right next to you, keeping an eye on you, you had to let it happen. You felt like absolute shit trying to fight that feeling.

You spilled your stomach’s contents into the trash can, throat stinging from the stomach acid. “Baby, baby, no. Don’t look at it.” She coaxed, “That’s it, let it all out, I got you.”

She held the trash can there until you completely stopped even dry-heaving. Thankfully, like she said, you did feel better.

“That’s it, good girl. Good job, baby.” She smiles, getting up from her seat to take care of the trash can promptly. After that, she was right next to you once again. You got up and went to the bathroom to rinse out your mouth and wash your face with AJ following right behind you.

“You want some water?” She asked quietly.

You shook your head no as you dragged your feet back outside. “I still feel funny.”

“You might for a couple days, but you’ll be just fine.” She snaked an arm around your waist. “How about a popsicle?”

“Okay.” You followed her to the kitchen, then back to the couch. She opened that up for you and you slowly ate it while she cuddled with you. After awhile, you only snuggled closer and closer— this clinginess was a telltale sign that you were regressed. Which she figured out the second you opened up your mouth to talk to her when she arrived. She knew your triggers, she knew how to handle you, she knew how to take care of you to make sure you were safe and happy— as much as possible, though you clearly weren’t happy now being under the weather and all.

“Baby.” She hums, “When you feel better later, let’s try and eat something, alright? I’ll make you some soup. And you can have it with—”

“Goldfish?”

“Goldfish. Sure, baby. Whatever you like.” AJ nods, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “As long as you’re happy. I’m just glad you’re in a better mood now, my love.”

“That was yucky.” You sniffed.

“Mm, I know, baby.” She scratches your scalp, “But do you feel better now?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Yeah? That’s so good.” AJ said back, “Did you get any sleep?”

“Lil bit.” You told her, “I need tissue. I need—”

She interjects before you got flustered, “I got it, I got. That’s okay. It’s just a little bit of the melted popsicle.”

You chewed on your lip, taking a deep breath before you got more agitated.

————

While your temperature was still down, AJ helps you with a quick shower. Following that, was to get some food into your system so you could take another dose of the medications.

“Will you just sit right here for me, baby? Give me a few minutes to heat you up some soup, yeah?”

“Okay.” You sat down at the dining table just like she’d told you to, resting your chin on folded arms as you watched her work in the kitchen.

And well, honestly? You didn’t have an appetite at all. So when the soup was done, she asked you to eat and you threw another tantrum. Who could blame you? Right now, in your head, you thought you were four. That’s what kids do when they weren’t having it. Not to mention that you cried so so easily when you were sick. AJ knew that, she knew what to expect. And it always made her heartache seeing you cry. Especially on days where you were not feeling well. You had issues expressing yourself as it was during regression, being sick was an added challenge. But AJ was not one to just give up and leave you to fend for yourself. No.

“Sit here, baby.” She gestured for you to sit on her lap.

You sulked, shaking your head, your hand clutching onto your little blanket. “y/n, sit here please, baby. You need to eat something, I know you’re so hungry. Please? I promise when you feel better we’ll go to the playground, or the trampoline park.”

You complied at last, she bites back a sigh of relief, wrapping an arm around you as you lowered yourself onto her lap. “Good girl.” Her palm stays on your abdomen, the warmth providing you some much needed comfort. “I’ll feed you, okay?”

Sniffling, you mumbled, “Okay.”

AJ patiently fed you the chicken noodle soup — with Goldfish crackers for the next thirty minutes until you said you didn’t want any more. “You’re sure, honey?”

“Yeah, I’m full.” You replied.

“That’s great.” She smooches your cheek, “Do you wanna take a nap?”

You didn’t say anything but shifted a little so you could hook your arms around her neck. Again, clingy. But she adored these moments.

“I’d say so.” She chuckles, “Just stay awake for me a few minutes longer, hm?” AJ felt your forehead, then decided the next dose would be the right choice— the temperature seemed to be creeping back, considering how much less chatty you were compared to when you were eating.

“I’m ‘eepy.” You whined, rubbing your eyes.

“Honey, you need the medicine so you won’t wake up sick.” She said softly, “Stay right there, baby. Okay? I’ll be just a minute.”

You were getting cranky but she needed you to take the meds, no matter what. Otherwise the fever would come right back. She also thought to give you an antihistamine for your runny nose. But since you were in the headspace of a four-year old, you could not swallow pills. So, she had to dig through the medicine cabinet for the liquid versions of both of those medications. Thank goodness she managed to find them— thank goodness you didn’t run out of them.

AJ measured out the dosages in those tiny little cups then got out a juice box for you. While you fought the very strong urge to nod off.

“Here we go. A juice box, for after you drink these up.” She held up one of the tiny cups for you, and you took it, scrunching up your nose in disgust.

“Go on.” She urged.

You shook your head.

“You’re sleepy.” She sighs, “Please take it. Here, I’ll open up the juice box for you, okay? Please?”

You studied the two liquids briefly before you gave in and quickly downed them both. You shuddered at the bitter aftertaste while AJ instantly stuck the straw of the juice box in your mouth. “Good job.” She praised, “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Up.” You pouted, arms held out. AJ loved carrying you way too much, and you usually didn’t let her, so it mainly only happened during these times.

“Aw, come on. Let’s go get some rest.” She picked you up easily, your legs hooked around her on either of her side while your chin rested on her shoulder, and arms around her neck.

She set you down and tucked you in snuggly under the covers before getting in next to you.

“Close your eyes.” She hums, caressing your abdomen for a bit then patting the area to coax you to sleep.

“I want a song.” You requested quietly.

“Of course.” She smiled at you, you smiled back and once your eyes closed, AJ started to sing. “Sleep tight, sweet girl. I’m right here if you need me.”

“Well, I feel like the time's just slipping away

And it seems that the road gets rougher each day

Sometimes I get caught up

With little things that just don't matter

I remember how I used to swing from a rope

One that sat on the hills just above Jackson's Cove

Sometimes I close my eyes

And just go back to that little girl

I wanna run

I wanna fall

I wanna take every chance that's given to me

Live this life like I've got nothing to hide

Free and wild

With the heart of a child

With the heart of a child

Try to be everything to everybody but you

But the truth is you ain't got nothing to prove

You only get one chance

Only one trip around this world and

I wanna run

I wanna fall

I wanna take every chance that's given to me

Live this life like I've got nothing to hide

Free and wild

With the heart of a child

I wanna chase down a dream

With nothing to break my fall

Just risk it all

And have no regrets

And never forget

To run

And fall

I wanna take every chance that's given to me

And live this life like I've got nothing to hide

Free and wild

With a smile

And the heart of a child

And the heart of a child”

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💭A/N:

I thought this was a little draggy lol.🫠

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

 Nos advirtieron que el SEXO puede dañar y enfermar, nadie nos dijo que el sexo puede sanarnos. Al acariciar un cuerpo desnudo, estamos acariciando heridas que no vemos. Heridas por situaciones de violencia o desamor, complejos con el propio cuerpo, inseguridades, tristezas, silencios, miedos. Podemos creer que somos la generación a la que el amor dejó de doler, o que hemos superado las estructuras de lo que llamamos amor romántico. Podemos fundirnos en una gran orgía para demostrar que hemos dominado al deseo y a la sexualidad. Pero mientras no podamos poner todo lo que somos con sinceridad y entrega, estaremos experimentando las superficies del placer. En los encuentros sexuales casuales debemos mostrarnos viriles, sabedores y despreocupados. El que muestra amor pierde, el que es cariñoso y sensible está traicionando una idea de la sexualidad que debe ser frívola, para que la otra persona no interprete que sentimos afecto. ¿El que muestra amor traiciona algo implícito? ¿Esta es la sexualidad libre que estamos construyendo? Cuando acariciamos con presencia, compasión y respeto, podemos estar ayudando a que esa otra persona empiece a sanar. También podemos encontrarnos con una persona que nos trate así y nos queme todos los libros sobre la sexualidad aprendida. Acaricia a esa persona como si estuvieras acariciando a todas las personas a las que pudiste lastimar en el pasado. De nada sirve darse con el látigo de la culpa si no hacemos nada hoy para mejorar este mundo mezquino. Es el cuerpo de tu actual vínculo el territorio para ser mejor de lo que fuiste. Es el campo de acción para poner tu mejor intento, sanar con tus manos una porción de humanidad herida, dejarte sanar. En vez de preguntar cómo estuviste, si le gustó o si tuvo un orgasmo, preguntemos: ¿Cómo te sentiste?, contemos cómo nos sentimos. Demos espacio para no llevarnos heridas silenciosas, para pedir perdón, para recibirlo, para aprender, para abrazar al despedirse. No se puede separar la sexualidad del ser humano íntegro que somos. Podemos jugar a hacerlo, podemos jugar a ser cuerpos que simplemente se frotan, genitales que se encastran para llegar a un breve orgasmo, pero no podemos tirar nuestras sensibilidades junto con nuestras ropas. Que lo moderno no se trasforme en frívolo, la sexualidad puede sanarnos como personas y como SOCIEDAD. Existe el sexo sanador, medicinal, procreativo, sagrado y lúdico. Aún nos falta aprender sobre nuestra sexualidad.

Verdani the black witch

[mezzopieno-news]

UN QUARTO DELLE PERSONE CONSIDERATE INCOSCIENTI SONO COSCIENTI

Secondo il primo studio internazionale del suo tipo, almeno un quarto delle persone con gravi lesioni cerebrali e che non riescono a rispondere fisicamente ai comandi, sono in realtà coscienti.

La ricerca che ha coinvolto 353 persone con lesioni cerebrali causate da eventi quali traumi fisici, infarti o ictus, ha dimostrato la presenza di attività cerebrale in 112 di esse, quando è stato chiesto loro di immaginare di muoversi o di fare esercizi; circa il 25% ha mostrato attività cerebrale durante l’intero esame. “Questo è uno degli studi più importanti” nel campo del coma e di altri disturbi della coscienza, afferma Daniel Kondziella, neurologo del Rigshospitalet, l’ospedale universitario dell’Università di Copenaghen. I risultati indicano che un numero considerevole di persone con lesioni cerebrali che sembrano non rispondere, può sentire ciò che accade intorno a loro ed è potenzialmente in grado di utilizzare interfacce cervello-computer per comunicare, afferma il responsabile dello studio Nicholas Schiff, neurologo presso la Weill Cornell Medicine di New York.

Non è la prima volta che uno studio rileva una dissociazione cognitivo-motoria in persone con lesioni cerebrali che non rispondevano fisicamente. In un articolo del 2019, il 15% delle 104 persone sottoposte a test mostrava questo comportamento. Questo studio, pubblicato dalla rivista scientifica Nature, è tuttavia la prima indagine multicentrica del suo genere e con campione così ampio. I test sono stati eseguiti in sei strutture mediche in quattro paesi: Belgio, Francia, Regno Unito e Stati Uniti.

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[mesetacadre]

The arrival of the XI International Brigade in Madrid

The XI Brigade finished their very rushed training the 3rd of November. It was composed of three batallions: Edgar André (Austro-German), Paris Commune (Franco-Belgian), and Dombrowski (Polish-Balkan), under the command of general Kléber, a Ukranian Jew member of Soviet military intelligence, real name Manfred Stern. The three batallions in turn were led by Hans Kahle, Jules Dumont, and Boleslav Ulanovski, respectively. That very same day, president of the Republic Largo Caballero gave the order to the XI Brigade to go to Madrid. In the night from the 4th to the 5th, went by train from Albacete to Alcázar de San Juan, and from there were shuttled by truck to the towns of Vallecas and Vicálvaro, where they were posted for three days. Even there, to the west of Madrid, they experienced the bombs and planes of the fascistic side, they were looming over Madrid.

The 7th of November, as they had feared, general Valeria had launched an assault on Madrid with 5 columns. 2 advanced on the southern bridges, while the other 3 attempted to take the open spaces around Casa de Campo in the east, take the French Bridge and access Madrid through the new university campus, and the neighborhoods of Argüelles and Cuatro Caminos. That very same day, what came to be known as the miracle of the Defense of Madrid started.

1,900 international volunteers traveled from Vallecas to Atocha Station, in Madrid's southwest edge. When they took formation in the station's esplanade, they did not know the results of the previous day's fighting, not even if the city had already been accessed. While they had a warm coffee and it rained lightly but coldly, they were able to see Stalin's portrait hanging on the National Hotel's facade. After a rally by Kléber, and the rain had stopped, they began their march towards the northeast. As they marched through the streets, some people warned them not to slip on the wet streets. It was early in a Sunday morning, but as it moved to midday, more people began to populate the streets, and cheers began to be heard from windows. From Atocha, they marched through the Paseo del Prado to Cibeles fountain, they turned into Gran Vía up to Telefónica's building. From here, all foreign correspondents would transmit their reports, and its height served as an advantageous position to spot for the artillery. It also received numerous strikes from the fascist artillery.

Along the Gran Vía, New Zealander correspondent for the London Chronicle, Geoffrey Cox, heard shouts "Long live the Russians!". He saw women with teary cheeks from emotion, one of them raised her small daughter, who raised her fist. The Yugoslav Veljko Ribar (Karl Anger) would note "Those old ladies with closed fists filled us with bravery and determination". Cox, who heard orders being shouted in French, noticed they were not Russians.

Once at the city's east, the battalions distributed themselves as follows: The Paris Commune Battalion defended the sector between the San Fernando Bridge and the Faculty of Philosophy; the Dombrowski Battalion was in the center, between the Faculties of Philosophy and Medicine; the Edgar André defended the front between the Model Jail and Cisneros roundabout, with their main focus being the French Bridge and the East Park. The 11th of November, according to the diary of Kléber's helper, Gustavo Durán, the fascist artilleray began to batter their positions at 12:20 with 10'5" and 15'5" shells.

The official report for the night of the 8th says: "The columns that defend Madrid in the south and southwest have suffered a terrible attack, carried out by effective forces with air support and tanks. Our forces have valiantly weathered the clash, maintaining their positions along the entire front. At midday, the Republican troops made a counterattack, taking new positions and capturing a tank along with its occupants. Morale is excellent, and today has been a harsh trial, the enemy has ended it gravely broken". The arrival of the XI Brigade fortified this morale, and in the 9th it had to defend against the first charge: Valera's forces crossed the Manzanares river through the French bridge and made it all the way to the Model Jail (today the headquarters of the Air Force). Heavy fighting ensued, in which both Spanish and International forces participated, but by next morning, the remaining assailants were forced to retreat back across the river.

Translated, adapted, and expanded from the first volume of International Brigades' Sites in the Center of Madrid, Vol. 1, published by the Association of the International Brigades' Friends

[firstfullmoon]

Rafael Campo, “Ode to the Lists in Front of Me,” in Alternative Medicine [ID in alt text]

[laugtherhyena]

Forest kingdom

The ambitious and enormous Forest kingdom was the first of the land kingdoms to be formed, when a manticore known as Emory Campos self proclaimed himself as the king and began organizing his followers into a society, he went on to drive off the pillbug species from the forest territory, as they refused to cooperate with his plans of building a kingdom. He would claim ownership of every territory in the land, and as he and his followers began setting up towns around the middle area Emory named his domain Forest kingdom and created a calendar to keep track of time after its official creation.

Due to being a master of magic King Emory lived for over 800 years and lead the kingdom through many changes and improvements over the years, but nothing good lasts forever, the last centuries of Emory's life were filled with blow after blow as massive parts of the territory separated from the Forest kingdom and became their own societies, currently known as the Mountain and Desert kingdoms. This made Emory's reputation as a ruler go downhill, as many of his former supporters and family members started seeing him as too soft and a shadow of his former self.

The last nail on the coffin was when he willingly landed a part of the territory to the Ocean kingdom refugees at shore instead of fighting for the land as his family wanted. This led to his reputation becoming even worse and eventually the family planned a coup against Emory to take him away from power, which ended up in his death and the ascension of Theodore Yarrow as the next master of dawn magic. The rulers after Emory strived to "make the kingdom great again" and take the forest out of this dark age they were currently in.

Nowadays the kingdom is known for its immense traditionalism and urge to follow said traditions under the belief that they exist for a reason, and if we ignore tradition society will fall into chaos. This leads the forest to be quite an oppressive place to live, as certain species and couples tend to suffer a lot of prejudice from their peers, societal expectations are also very present in the forest. They're also known for always seeking power, which was what led to the unfortunate creation of "The oddity" after an experiment made by the forest failed and the beast escaped containment.

This kingdom's native species are humans, manticores, satyrs, centaurs, vampires, werewolves and forest critters. Manticores being the ascended ones of the forest, they're known for being huge powerful beasts with immense strength and a poisonous sting. Manticores compose the entirety of the kingdom's royal guard, they're seen as mighty beasts and well loved by the society they live in. Aside from protecting the kingdom, manticores are also the ones who are periodically sent on expedition into the depths of the forest to gather power crystals which will be used to power energy through the towns.

The Forest kingdom's magic system is known as Dawn magic and taught mainly in the Ancient ruins of Dawn magic. This magic is heavily connected to the nature that envelops their kingdoms, its users are able to create many kinds of magically enhanced plants that can be used in all sorts of things. These powers are divided into combat based Dawn magic, which can be used in fights and fused with preexisting weapons depending on the proficiency level of the user, and healing based Dawn magic, which uses magical powers to heal others at the price of one's own health. Healing based Dawn magic tends to be mixed with potion making, as they're both heavily tied to medicine.

The Forest kingdom's current ruler is King Omar the third Campos and their Master of magic is Leonel Eberson.

Passing of the throne

Being a very traditionalist kingdom, the rulers of the Forest kingdom have always been part of the Campos family's bloodline. The throne is passed from father to oldest child and when it comes time to get a partner, a selection of members of the kingdom's high society will be called to meet the future ruler and perhaps get chosen to become their partner in the future.

This method of choosing their rulers essentially prevents habitants from lower social classes from ever getting close to the throne, some rulers of the past have gone as far as desown and complete erase certain family members from the family history once they decided to go agaisnt the family's wishes and marry someone deemed unworthy.

Choosing to marry someone outside of the choosing pool will lead to the person, and their future offsprings, losing their rights as a member of the royal family. The position of future ruler is then passed to someone else in the family.

Towns and important locations

-Greenbourn

Capital of the Forest kingdom, home of the royal family and the mighty manticore guard. The biggest and most populated city of the kingdom, commonly used to host big events or as a meeting ground for Citizen whenever the king has important announcements to make.

-Ancient ruins of Dawn magic

Ruins containing the knowledge about the forest magic type, discovered by King Emory when he was exploring the region many centuries back which led to him becoming the first one learn the magic and consequently become its first master.

Nowadays many new building have been added to the ruins, always making sure to original structure intact. The are has become an enormous college/school of sorts where citizens from all over the kingdom come to learn magic from wise and experienced teachers on the field, one of them being the curent master of magic, Leonel Eberson, who lives in the ruins and strived to be patient and kind to every student he meets there.

-The greatest land market

Biggest and most diverse business center of the land, having a shop or stand in there is in itself a sign of a successful business. It's not uncommon for buyers to come all the way from different kingdoms just to experience the market by itself as it has become a touristic attraction in its own right.

-Howling peaks and Wolfden village

A couple decades ago, King Omar passed a law that obligated werewolves to take a potion to revert the effect of their howling gene, as he considered them a disease of sorts. A movement agaisnt the king's cruelty was quickly created and for years the Mighty howlers organized protest and riots again Omar, eventually succeeding in making him back down and abolish the obligatory potion law.

During the conflict, many werewolves had their own hidden settlements known amongst them as wolfdens. After everything was over, the two biggest settlement were turned into straight up towns and named by Werewolves who were part of the movement.

-Paradise plateau

A chill valley in between the mountains and forest, home to many resorts and hot springs. It's also the place where a lot of manticores from the Royal guard tend to move to after retirement as it provides a quiet relaxed place to live after a lifetime of serving the kingdom.

-Flowerfield meadown

A beautiful town named after the enormous flower field around the region, formed due to simple flower growth spells casted over the years by Dawn magic apprentice as they trained. Many of the town's habitants live there due to it's proximity to the Ancient ruins, it also possesess the Forest kingdom's only harbour for shipments via sea.

-Soothing grasslands

Large rural area with a large quantity of farms and agriculture work in general, They're the kingdom's biggest supplier of anything of the sort and the goods produced there are even sold or traded with other kingdoms.

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(via Medicina de Tesla...)

O dispositivo Violet Ray, originalmente inventado por Nikola Tesla, rapidamente encontrou uso durante a década de 1920 como a Varinha Violeta. Eles produziram 50.000 volts de plasma brilhante que aquecia a pele ao entrar em contato. Devido à sua natureza exótica e calorosa, eles foram comercializados como dispositivos médicos de cura. Mas como funcionam e o que há dentro deles é tão surpreendente quanto suas afirmações.

Nikola Tesla inventou uma ampla gama de dispositivos médicos que envolviam vibrações físicas, campos eletromagnéticos e luz. Este vídeo é um vídeo promocional que destaca cenas do documentário - Tesla's Medicine - atualmente em produção. Para mais informações visite www.TeslasMedicine.com

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"Ieri i nostri studenti hanno affrontato l'evento fondamentale del European Master in Disaster Medicine (EMDM). Questa grande simulazione si è svolta a Solbiate Olona (Varese, Italia) dove l' Esercito Italiano ha schierato un ospedale da campo RUOLO 3.

Nello scenario simulato di una pace instabile post-conflitto, un'improvvisa tempesta ha colpito un'area festival dove molte persone sono state riunite. I nostri studenti magistrali hanno fatto

del loro meglio per rispondere all'incidente di massa e coordinare tutte le forze che sono entrate in gioco per gestire la pressione di un ospedale già stressato e salvare più vite possibili.

Grazie infinite al Comune di Solbiate Olona che ci ha ospitato, ai 150 studenti di medicina che hanno svolto il ruolo di vittime intelligenti e alle centinaia di professionisti e volontari dei Vigili del fuoco, AREU Lombardia, Croce Rossa Italiana Varese e Novara, Protezione Civile e tanti altri.

Università del Piemonte Orientale

CRIMEDIM - Center for Research and Training in Disaster Medicine, Humanitarian Aid, and Global Health

VUB - Vrije Universiteit Brussel

Regedim - Research Group on Emergency and Disaster Medicine

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Il patto segreto delle potenze ELOHIM .

Sarà un'illusione, così grande, così vasta che sfuggirà alla loro percezione. Chi lo capirà sarà considerato pazzo. Creeremo fronti separati per impedire a tutti loro di vedere la nostra connessione. Il nostro comportamento apparirà disconnesso per mantenere viva in loro l'illusione. Raggiungeremo il nostro obiettivo una goccia alla volta in modo da non attirare mai sospetti su noi. Questo impedirà loro di vedere i cambiamenti mentre si verificano. "Staremo sempre al di sopra del campo relativo della loro esperienza perché conosciamo i segreti dell'assoluto. Lavoreremo sempre insieme e rimarremo legati dal sangue e dalla segretezza. La morte verrà a colui che parla. "Manterremo la loro vita breve e le loro menti deboli fingendo di fare il contrario. Useremo sottilmente la nostra conoscenza della scienza e della tecnologia in modo che non vedano mai cosa sta realmente accadendo. Useremo metalli teneri, acceleratori di invecchiamento e sedativi in cibo, acqua, aria, li ricopriremo di veleni ovunque. I metalli teneri faranno loro perdere la testa. Prometteremo di trovare cure mentre offriremo loro veleni che saranno assorbiti dalla loro pelle e bocca e così distruggeranno le loro menti e i loro sistemi riproduttivi. I loro figli nasceranno morti e nasconderemo queste informazioni. I veleni saranno nascosti in tutto ciò che li circonda, in ciò che bevono, mangiano, respirano e indossano. Dobbiamo essere ingegnosi nel dispensare i veleni perché loro potrebbero capire. Insegneremo loro che i veleni fanno bene, con immagini divertenti e toni musicali e useremo coloro che ammirano nell'intrattenimento, nello spettacolo, nella musica, nella moda, li premieremo per renderli più credibili e così saranno dai noi arruolati per spingere i nostri veleni. "Vedranno i nostri prodotti utilizzati nei film e si abitueranno a loro senza mai conoscerne il loro reale effetto. Quando partoriranno, inietteremo veleni nel sangue dei loro figli e li convinceremo che è per il loro bene. Inizieremo presto i loro Figli catturando le loro menti, prenderemo bambini e giovani attraverso le cose che amano di più, i dolci. Quando i loro denti si deterioreranno li riempiremo di metalli che uccideranno la loro mente e ruberanno il loro futuro. Quando la loro capacità di apprendimento sarà compromessa, creeremo medicine che li renderanno più malati che causeranno altre malattie per le quali creeremo ancora più veleni che loro conoscono come medicine. Li renderemo docili e deboli davanti a noi. Diventeranno depressi, lenti, obesi, estremamente magri e quando verranno da noi per chiedere aiuto, daremo loro altro veleno. "Concentreremo la loro attenzione sul denaro e sui beni materiali in modo che molti non si connettano mai con il loro sé interiore. Li distrarremo con piaceri esterni, sesso perverso, droghe, alcool, gioco in modo che non possano mai essere tutt'uno con l'unità di tutto. Le loro menti apparterranno a noi e loro obbediranno felici. Nei più resistenti troveremo modi per implementare la tecnologia che altera la loro mente e le loro vite. Useremo la giustizia per colpire loro e i loro Figli, li perseguiteremo sino ad annientarli per sottometterli al nostro Dio..

Useremo la paura, è la nostra più potente arma per sedarli. Insedieremo i loro governi e i loro opposti affinchè credano che l'uno combatti contro l'altro, mentre noi saremo i proprietari di entrambe le parti. Nasconderemo sempre il nostro obiettivo mentre realizzeremo il nostro piano. Essi eseguiranno il lavoro per noi e noi prospereremo grazie alle loro fatiche. Le nostre famiglie non si mescoleranno mai alle loro. Il nostro sangue deve essere sempre puro, perché è così. Faremo in modo che si uccidano a vicenda quando ci fa comodo. Li terremo separati dall'unità dal dogma e dalla religione. Controlleremo tutti gli aspetti della loro vita e direno loro cosa pensare e come pensarlo. Li guideremo gentilmente facendo loro credere di guidarsi da soli. Formeremo la psicologia per metterli gli uni contro gli altri con programmi sottili.

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Escribe que tecnología necesita la humanidad para llegar a la civilización tipo 1

Para alcanzar una civilización de tipo 1 según la escala de Kardashev, que es una medida de la capacidad tecnológica de una civilización basada en su capacidad de aprovechar la energía disponible, la humanidad necesitaría desarrollar tecnologías avanzadas en varios campos.

En primer lugar, la humanidad debería lograr una gestión eficiente de la energía, mediante el uso de fuentes renovables y limpias. También se necesitaría una tecnología avanzada de almacenamiento de energía para poder aprovecharla de manera más efectiva.

Además, sería necesario desarrollar una tecnología avanzada de transporte que permita viajar a velocidades cercanas a la de la luz, para poder explorar el universo y colonizar otros planetas.

En cuanto a la tecnología de la información, se necesitaría desarrollar sistemas de inteligencia artificial avanzados para poder automatizar muchas de las tareas y procesos que realizamos actualmente, así como para facilitar la toma de decisiones.

También sería importante desarrollar tecnologías avanzadas en el campo de la biotecnología y la medicina, para mejorar la salud y la longevidad de la población.

En resumen, para alcanzar una civilización de tipo 1, la humanidad necesita desarrollar tecnologías avanzadas en múltiples campos, incluyendo la energía, el transporte, la información, la biotecnología y la medicina.

Inglés.

Write what technology humanity needs to reach type 1 civilization

To achieve a Kardashev Scale Type 1 civilization, which is a measure of a civilization's technological capability based on its ability to harness available energy, humanity would need to develop advanced technologies in various fields.

First of all, humanity should achieve efficient energy management, through the use of renewable and clean sources. Advanced energy storage technology would also be needed to be able to harness it more effectively.

In addition, it would be necessary to develop advanced transportation technology that allows travel at speeds close to that of light, in order to explore the universe and colonize other planets.

Regarding information technology, it would be necessary to develop advanced artificial intelligence systems to be able to automate many of the tasks and processes that we currently carry out, as well as to facilitate decision-making.

It would also be important to develop advanced technologies in the field of biotechnology and medicine, to improve the health and longevity of the population.

In short, to achieve a Type 1 civilization, humanity needs to develop advanced technologies in multiple fields, including energy, transportation, information, biotechnology, and medicine.

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✧ If you hold me

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, mature themes— angst, domestic violence/abuse, coarse language, disordered eating?, undiagnosed medical condition. Reader discretion is advised.

"If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did."

— Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey

AJ and Gabi were out tonight, the sisters decided to go to a pub and just hang out— just the two of them. It’s been a while since they got to do that. Everything was going great until her phone continuously lit up with messages from you. Then, you’d called her. Dropping her half-eaten mozzarella stick into the basket, “Excuse me, Gabs.” She picks up your call.

“AJ?” You hiccuped, “Where are you? Can you come— pick me up please?”

Her blood ran cold, fingers trembling and nearly dropping the device.

“Where are you, baby?” AJ took a deep breath to calm herself down,

You were crying. “I— there’s the gas station on 12th?”

“Okay, I know where you are, stay put. I’m on my way.”

Hearing the whole conversation, even just AJ’s side of it, Gabi was ready to bolt out the door with her after quickly leaving a fifty on the table.

“She must’ve stopped by our place and no one was home.” AJ sighs, checking her phone periodically in case you’d texted. She wanted to be able to know immediately that you did and not miss anything.

Pulling up at the gas station, they didn’t see you outside so AJ got out of the car and ran inside. There immediate relief when she saw you sitting right by the checkout on a stool, but then she was swiftly hit with anger and worry when she saw the red handprint around your neck. “I wanted to call 9-1-1, hon. But she wouldn’t tell me anything,” The worker, a lady likely in her 40s, told AJ.

“Thanks, I’ll uh, I’ll do that.”

���Does she even know I’m here?’ She thought to herself.

AJ walks up to you, “y/n.” You blinked profusely, slowly turning your head to look at her. “Let’s go, I got you, baby. Come on.” She says quietly, taking your hand. You just followed her lead, barely able to stand up straight.

You held your tears in until you got to AJ’s room, purposely ignoring Gabi’s questions knowing you would not be able to answer them without bursting into tears again.

“Did your Dad hit you?” AJ went right for it.

“More like I was trying to get my mom away and got dragged into it.”

“So yes.” AJ grabs her phone again, ready to make the phone call to the authorities.

“He punched her, threw things at us. Then he shoved me against the wall and did this.” You said, gesturing to your neck. Taking in an unsteady breath, “He got— he got so mad at me for taking a nap because I wasn’t feeling well. I tried to take pain medicine because I had a migraine and my damn stomach hurt but he threw it out. Then he just punched me in my stomach.”

AJ tried to keep a straight face but she was fuming at this point. Quickly making the call, she was back to checking on you. “Do you want to go to the hospital? I can take you, baby.”

You were adamant on not going, so she didn’t push it. “Which one were you taking?”

“Huh?”

“The pain meds.” She clarifies, an arm gently wrapped around you.

“Tramadol?” You sniffed, “It’s prescription. I don’t have my prescription— and fuck, I need— it hurts, AJ.”

“We have Motrin, would you want to take that and see if it helps you a little bit?” AJ asks, stroking your cheek. You nodded, agreeing to do so. She got up and exited her room, going downstairs to retrieve the medication— along with something to drink, and eat. She knew you hadn’t.

You were curled up in her bed, zoned out when she returned. “Here, eat something, okay? I don’t want the meds to hurt your stomach.” She hands you a granola bar, you took it hesitantly.

“He didn’t want to let me have dinner.” You revealed. “Sent me up to my room and I fell asleep. He woke me up and started yelling at me then all of that happened.”

She just held you close, whispering words of reassurance into your ear as you rested against her nibbling on the granola bar in hand. Once you had finished that, she took a pill out of the bottle and gave that to you followed by the glass of water. “Do you want anything else? I can cook something up for you.” She asks, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on her nightstand. “No.” You muttered, she pulls you closer carefully. You snuggled against her chest while she massaged your scalp for a bit, eventually settling on just having her arm around your waist.

“I doubt they’ll do anything, really.” You admit, “I tried.”

“Don’t think about any of that right now. And you’re staying here with us.”

You didn’t nod, you didn’t say anything and just laid there, completely exhausted, defeated. “Where does it hurt?”

“My lower left side. They’re all saying it’s all in my head.” You told her, “It’s not— there is something there. I feel it when I press it, the doctors did too.”

“I’m sorry that’s still bothering you, my love.” AJ wanted to scoff. She knew exactly what you were talking about— she felt the same thing they all did when you had her check it awhile ago. It angered her so much that your doctors have not been listening to you and just tried to shut you up with painkillers. But of course, she didn’t. She stayed composed and just cuddled with you, making sure you knew you were safe here with her and Gabi. Well…that not so little area where your Dad had punched you in? It was as good as pulsing non stop, sending wave after wave of sharp, stabbing pains radiating through the surrounding area.

“It still hurts…” You groaned softly, shifting yourself a little to get more comfortable. You knew it would take some time for the Motrin to kick in, but you just got the urge to say that. You didn’t even think, you just felt it and the words were flying out of your mouth.

“Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?” She kisses your cheek tenderly, “Or just some shorts that are looser around the waist?”

You nodded, “Yeah, shorts.”

“Okay, I’ll be just a sec.” She slowly moved away from you and went to rummage through her closet for a suitable pair of shorts.

She was thoroughly stunned by the injury, how that bruise was starting to form. AJ bites back a heavy sigh, quickly going up before you to keep you steady. “You wanna sit down and change?”

You only shook your head no and continued to put on the shorts with a bit of a struggle. You were okay after all, AJ made sure you were. Before long, you were back in her bed, in the security of her arms. You couldn’t sleep though, you just didn’t really feel like it. “We can watch something. Whatever you want.” She grabs her laptop.

“I dunno.” You answered.

“That’s okay, hm? We can find something together. If not we’ll just snuggle. That’s fine.” She promised.

You apparently started to cry again and you had no clue why you were crying. The pain meds have already kicked in prior to this. It freaked you out, desperately trying to stop it but AJ wasn’t even fazed. “Hey.” She squeezed your shoulder, “Hey. Look at me, baby.”

“‘m sorry.” You babbled, avoiding her eyes.

“Baby…it’s okay.” She hushed, “It’s okay. You’re alright, I promise you.”

“Why?”

AJ squinted at you, but you didn’t see that of course. You were too busy staring at the stripes on her duvet cover, avoiding the eye contact like your life depended on it.

“Why do you care? Why do you love me? They all just hurt me and think I can’t be bothered by it. They never care. So why? Why do you? I don’t deserve it.”

Aaaand cue AJ’s heart getting stomped on.

“Because I can.” She answered, “Because I have it in me to give you the world. As long as I can do it, you will get whatever you want. You…y/n, I have fallen so in love with you. More and more every day, and I don’t even hesitate to do whatever helps you. Whatever it takes to see your smile. Baby, you deserve a love that is calm, that is healing and safe. Don’t you dare tell me you’re hard to love, because you are not. Falling and being in love has been the easiest thing for me— no doubt about it. It’s not like school, it’s not like track. I don’t have to live up to others’ expectations of me. I just do what feels right for you, for us. You are so loved, so so loved, honey. Never forget that. I will always be here just like I have been.”

You then turned to look at her after she’d finished talking, feeling the impulse to give her a kiss. So…you did. You leaned in, and she naturally went with it without a moment of hesitance. “I love you.” You broke away from the kiss, cheeks stained with tears, “I love you so much. Thank you for being so patient and gentle with me. It means more to me than you know.”

AJ pulls you back in for another kiss before you both resumed your previous positions and continued to cuddle. Now, you were starting to feel the sleepiness creep up on you. AJ notices, “Close your eyes…and just go to sleep. I’ll be right here, not gonna leave. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, head against her chest.

“Good.” She wraps her arms around you tighter, “Sweet dreams, preciosa.”

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💭A/N: Y’all got another drabble bc I just somehow can’t get into the mood to write a full fic rn. Literally don’t know why I even decided to finish this draft but well…a post’s a post.

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Saiba como cuidar de Picão-preto – Bidens pilosa

Nome Científico: Bidens pilosa Nomes Populares: Picão-preto, Amor-de-burro, Amor-seco, Carrapicho, Carrapicho-agulha, Carrapicho-picão, Coambi, Cuambri, Cuambú, Erva-de-picão, Erva-picão, Erva-pilão, Fura-capa, Paconca, Picacho, Picacho-negro, Picão, Picão-do-campo, Pico-pico, Piolho-de-padre Família: Asteraceae Categoria: Plantas Daninhas Clima: Equatorial, Oceânico, Subtropical, Tropical Origem: América Central, América do Sul Altura: 0.6 a 0.9 metros Luminosidade: Sol Pleno Ciclo de Vida: Bienal

Sobre ao Picão-preto (Bidens pilosa)

Bidens pilosa ou picão preto é uma espécie vegetal da família Asteraceae. É considerada uma erva daninha em alguns habitats tropicais. O Picão-preto é uma planta medicinal, também conhecida popularmente como Picão, Pica-pica ou Amor de mulher, utilizada para tratar inflamações, como artrite, dor de garganta ou dor muscular devido às suas excelentes propriedades anti-inflamatórias. Normalmente, o Picão-preto cresce nas regiões quentes da América do Sul e, por isso é muito frequente no Brasil, especialmente em jardins limpos, sem produtos tóxicos e longe das ruas. O Picão-preto é uma planta pequena que apresenta um caule verde escuro e folhas ligeiramente mais claras. O nome científico do Picão-preto é Bidens pilosa e a planta pode ser comprada em lojas de produtos naturais, feiras livres e alguns supermercados. O picão-preto é extremamente prolífico: uma única planta pode produzir milhares de sementes. Uma curiosidade é que estas plantas distribuem a floração no tempo, ou seja, a floração dura aproximadamente 60 dias e é possível encontrar inflorescências jovens e maduras no mesmo indivíduo. Outro ponto chave é que o picão-preto é hospedeiro de algumas doenças fúngicas como o oídio e de pragas como o pulgão.

Para que serve o Picão-preto O Picão-preto serve para ajudar no tratamento de inflamações como reumatismo, dor de garganta, amigdalite, faringite, hepatite e cólica menstrual, por exemplo. Além disso, o Picão-preto também pode ser usado para tosse, úlceras gástricas, dor de estômago em geral, infecções urinárias e para manter os níveis de açúcar no sangue controlados, no caso de diabetes. Problemas digestivos: - Icterícia (amarelão) - Hepatite - Gordura no fígado (esteatose hepática) - Dispepsia ou indigestão - Calculose biliar (pedra na vesícula) - Diarreia - Diabetes Outros benefícios: - Antioxidante - Anti-inflamatória - Antibacteriana - Antiviral (herpes) - Antimalárica - Anti leishmaniose - Diurética - Hipotensora - Cicatrizante

Como utilizar o Picão-preto Podem ser utilizadas todas as partes da planta Picão-preto para fazer infusões que podem ser utilizadas para gargarejos ou compressas mornas. - Infusão para problemas de estômago ou hepatite: colocar ½ chávena de partes da planta seca numa panela com ½ litro de água e deixar ferver durante 10 a 15 minutos. Filtrar a mistura e beber 1 chávena4 a 6 vezes por dia; - Gargarejos para garganta inflamada, amigdalite ou faringite: preparar a infusão, deixar esfriar até ficar morna e gargarejar 3 vezes por dia; - Compressas mornas para reumatismo e dor muscular: preparar a infusão de Picão-preto, deixar arrefecer até ficar morno, mergulhar compressas ou gaze limpa na mistura e depois aplicar sobre as articulações ou músculos doridos. https://youtu.be/cg_u2wGTZlQ?si=Iwgse7Lnwg4kRqX7 Como preparar o Chá - Despejar uma colher de chá de Picão Preto em uma xícara de água fervente; - Tampar e deixar em repouso por aproximadamente 5 minutos para a infusão; - Coar e o seu chá estará pronto para o consumo. Não há regras fixas, mas os especialistas recomendam beber o chá assim que estiver pronto, antes que o oxigénio no ar destrua alguns dos ingredientes ativos. Mas a bebida retém substâncias importantes para o corpo por até 24 horas após o preparo. De preferência, utilizar garrafas de vidro, garrafa térmica ou mesmo de aço inoxidável para armazenagem. Plástico ou alumínio não devem ser usados. O chá pode promover o fortalecimento da imunidade. Naturalmente anti-inflamatório e rico em antioxidantes, também é bom para prevenir o envelhecimento precoce, resultante do estresse oxidativo causado pelos radicais livres. Também é rica em vitamina E, que é importante para retardar o envelhecimento e até mesmo prevenir doenças graves, como problemas cardiovasculares, diabetes, cataratas e doença de Parkinson. Em resumo, o Picão-preto (Bidens pilosa) é uma planta com grande adaptabilidade e versatilidade, oferecendo benefícios tanto na medicina tradicional quanto como alimento. No entanto, devido à sua capacidade de se espalhar rapidamente e potencial para se tornar invasiva, é essencial manejá-la com cuidado. Com a devida atenção às suas condições de crescimento e ao controle de seu desenvolvimento, o Picão-preto pode ser um recurso valioso. Aproveitar suas qualidades de forma consciente e informada garantirá que suas propriedades benéficas sejam plenamente aproveitadas, minimizando impactos negativos no ambiente. Read the full article

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