#cardiac events

[jppres]

Adverse cardiac events following mRNA COVID-19 vaccination: A systematic review and meta-analysis

Image: Flickr Article published in J. Pharm. Pharmacogn. Res., vol. 11, no. 1, pp. 76-100, January-February 2023. DOI: https://doi.org/10.56499/jppres22.1524_11.1.76 Eka Arum Cahyaning Putri1*, Misbakhul Munir1, Hayuris Kinandita Setiawan1, Lilik Herawati1, Gadis Meinar Sari1, Citrawati Dyah Kencono Wungu1, Hendri Susilo2,3, Henry Sutanto4 1Department of Medical Physiology and Biochemistry,…

[theladyyavilee]

did

did I hear that right

I don't have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for vs I don't have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with (as in tommy)?

I

does that make eddie the one he has feelings for?

HE KNOWS HE HAS FELLINGS????

what?????

that in combo with the

EDDIE IS STRAIGHT in that tone of, I can't think about eddie that way, I CAN'T

fucking murdered me

[major-comet]

part of what’s so fun to explore about the reds and blues in the realm of headcanons and fanworks is the fact that i wholeheartedly believe that they’re bound by the laws of comedy in the sense that they have the capacity to forgive absolutely anyone and bring them into the fold if it would be funny enough to do so.

bringing locus into the fold after season 15? objectively funny. the reds are gonna force him into domesticity if they die trying. sarge is gonna make him sit on the couch and watch top gun while donut paints his nails and grif de-tangles his hair, and he's gonna like it, damnit

the freelancers come back from the dead and need a couch or two or five to crash on? ehh who cares that wyoming and maine tried to kill them - so did wash, and look at him now!

the reds and blues should rehab former antagonists like they're rescue dogs that just need to be re-socialized

[girlbossblackbeard]

how are we feeling besties

[thatonecode]

i swear to god there's a certain je ne sais quoi about not knowing if you're being queerbaited or not . i've never felt such incredible highs or devastating lows with two people confirmed dating at the end of 3 episodes So predictably

[roseapothecary]

hey, fam. as some of you know, my father unexpectedly passed away at the beginning of june. he'd been diagnosed with liver cancer in february, and he experienced sudden cardiac arrest at home — we think it was a complication of his liver failure, but we're honestly not 100% sure. i'm not gonna lie, either... it was literally the worst night of my life. it's been a really, really tough month, ya'll. so, if you've been wondering where the fuck i've been and why this blog has been running on a queue... now you know.

i'm just tossing it out there that i now have a ko-fi. i'm taking on a lot of financial responsibilities i wasn't expecting, literally overnight. my mom's social security isn't nearly enough to cover her bills, so i'll be supporting her going forward. that wouldn't be half as hard if it weren't for my giant pile of student debt and outrageous monthly payment, but... y'know. america. anyway, there is obviously no obligation to support me. however, if you have a couple bucks to spare and want to help my mom and i out sometime, it would be appreciated.

[selfshipie]

self shipping is so unserious. what do you mean i saw a picture of my f/o and my fucking heart monitor went off

[whimsicalcotton]

amberfield 19

19: for luck

—

“It's bad luck, y'know,” Rachel greets, low and soft and lighthearted, futzing with a particularly stubborn loose stitch on her costume. “To see me before I go on.”

“It is?” Max asks with a startled squeak, freezing in the doorway. “Ah jeez, sorry, I just– Uhm, Chloe was worried ‘cause you missed lunch and she said I'd have an easier time getting backstage to see you and–”

Rachel can't help but smile as she closes their distance. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy how easy it is to get Max flustered and floundering.

“Hey, relax.” Her fingers brush against Max's own as she takes the bag from her hands. “I'm just messing with you, I don't buy into that stuff. Just don't let Mr. Keaton catch you on your way out because he'll have a conniption for sure.”

“R-Right,” Max nods, still sounding uncertain. “Like Chloe said, extra ninja-sneaky.”

“Right,” Rachel agrees with a huff of half hidden laughter, setting the bag aside in favor of jumping on the newly presented chance for mischief. “But if you’re the type to worry about luck,” she says, as if she isn’t already well aware that Max is the type to worry about literally everything. “There is something you can do to balance things out.”

“Really? What is it?” Max’s freckled face lights up with that blindingly bright, eager-to-please expression she so excels at, and it takes all of Rachel’s effort not to stop mid-scheme and ask if she knows just how damn adorable she is. “Better safe than sorry.”

Close enough to feel Max's next nervous exhale, Rachel glances down at the girl's lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation.

“You have to kiss me,” she says, hardly a whisper in what little space remains between them.

Max's eyes narrow in recognition.

“... There's no way that's real,” she murmurs. Though she still moves to lay one tentative hand on Rachel's waist, then another.

Rachel offers a smile that she can only hope is more suave and charming than the silly giddiness that brought it into being. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

Try as she might, however, there's no way to mask the delight in her expression when Max pulls away; still close enough that her next statement rests in a heavy whisper against Rachel's jawline.

“I, uh, I hope you break your legs tonight.”

For a minute, neither of them make a sound.

“Wait, shit, oh my god.” Max backs off in a rush while Rachel devolves into a fit of giggles. “That's not– I didn't– Please don't break both your legs. Don't break any, preferably. I just meant, like, in the theatre sense, not– Fuck.”

Rachel tries to stifle her laughter a little as Max buries her reddening face in her hands, if only to save what remains of her dignity.

“How do you always manage to get me to make such a fool of myself?” Max whines.

“Just one of my many talents,” Rachel answers, beaming with pride.

[moonshynecybin]

it’s crazy that they made them race in indiana in the dead heat of summer. did they want them DEAD ?

[dickgreyson]

No way I’m lying down and my heart rate is 127bpm 🧍🏼‍♀️

[remingtoniii]

Fucking statistical analysis. Fuck projects honestly like "due at midnight tonight" ma'am what if I threw up directly on your shoes and then scurried out the door. What then huh.

[betta-phish]

omg lasko getting so excited by the end and listing off every game djdjjdjdfjkejfif he’s so adorable and perfect I love him sm

[chronicowboy]

so uh.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

dude..

E X C U S E M E ! ?

[carpwood]

me and cohost bring an infected wound vibe to the party that our primary caretaker dont really like

[jennifersbodies]

both my parents have been in the hospital since thursday welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to hell!