#child flu

[guiasmaternos]

Child Flu: How to Recognize, Treat, and Prevent

Child flu is a common but manageable concern for parents. Get updated information on how to recognize, treat, and prevent it. Learn about symptoms, home treatment, vaccination, myths, and more.

Child flu is more than just a simple cold and can be a frightening experience for both the child and the parents. With proper understanding of the symptoms, treatment, and preventive measures, this condition can be effectively managed. Symptoms of Child Flu Child flu symptoms may include: High fever Cough Sore throat Runny or stuffy nose Body aches Fatigue Headache Treatment Child flu…

[amiharana]

ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

[arctic-hands]

I will forever despise people who defend chickenpox parties–even the ones that happened pre-vaccine.

Because some parents decided to send their poxy son to daycare when I was ten–pre the vaccine being widely available–I nearly died from shingles when my immune system completely collapsed six years later and I horrifically contracted an atypical case of shingles. The pustules were everywhere on my body–down my throat, up my genitals, ON MY INTERNAL ORGANS. My skin underneath the pustules turned green. I was in the worst pain of my life and delirious with a fever. My hometown E.R refused to look at me for "just chickenpox". My mom called the hospital an hour and a half away and they told her to get me there ASAP. After I got there, the E.R team said that had she waited just two more hours to leave I would have been dead on arrival. I was admitted to the PICU and given a PICC line, and even after I was discharged I was still hooked up to an IV pole with acyclovir going straight to my heart for MONTHS. My academic life never recovered and this is a contributing factor in my dropping out the next year. I still have pox scars on my chest.

In contrast, when I got chickenpox as a ten year old I just had a mild rash on my stomach for like a week. My mother was sensible enough to keep me home that week. The parents of that boy weren't sensible, and I paid the price for it.

Anyway if you're a parent who doesn't vaccinate your kids I hope you get them removed from your "care" for your atrocious neglect. That goes for all diseases we have vaccines for, like covid. And if you intentionally infect kids "to boost their immune systems" because you're too stupid to look up how vaccines work? I hope you get your ass beat.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Health officials in British Columbia say a fourth child has died due to complications related to influenza.

In its weekly respiratory illness update, the B.C. Centre for Disease Control (BCCDC) said the death, involving a child under the age of 10, was reported between Jan. 14 and Jan. 20.

Influenza-related deaths refer to fatalities where flu was a contributing factor, but may not be the primary cause of death. Previous flu-related child fatalities have been attributed to secondary bacterial infections related to the virus.

Full article

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I'm his mother when I'm home I'm his mother when you're angry or tired or out of patience I'm his mother when he's being too energetic or too loud or too disobedient I'm his mother when he's home sick from school I'm his mother when he's awake I'm his mother when he has to be put to bed (he always asks for me to tuck him in instead) I'm his mother when he's crying or throwing a fit or hurt or scared I'm his mother in the morning (he wakes me up first) I'm his mother when he wants to go somewhere or play outside I'm his mother when he has trouble with homework I'm his mother when he needs fed or bathed and I've been his mother since the day he was first with us when I cared for him every second I wasn't away even though I was a child too. You get pissed off when he calls me mom but I didn't tell him to do that. You say what I feel isn't the same as mother. How long and how far until I earn that title, to you?

[boaa-constrictorr]

Thinking about Childe Tartaglia Ajax and his family.

How his elder siblings likely hold no love for him, or if they do, they only hold love for the child that was lost in the abyss before he could even learn geometry.

How his mother and father had almost immediately given him away to the Fatui soon after returning home, with a light lost from his eyes and a light clutched in his hands.

How his siblings, ever naive and ignorant to what he truly does, will likely join the rest of his relatives once they finally see the truth of what his job really is; how Teucer will likely no longer see a hero in his big brother anymore.

And Ajax, who loves his family dearly, who will have to experience the heartbreak of once again becoming anything except his mother’s sweet baby boy. How he will once again be reduced to a tool, a weapon, a thoughtless monster.

Idk felt silly tonight. Take the food childe lovers

[dragon-ashes1485]

Camnir & Elrond Fic

Hello there! If you like these two, feel free to have a read of my self-indulgent comfort fic, set after s2 ep1 so that we can take the comfort we can while we still have it.

Fun fact, I am so tired, I had to post this twice because I forgot to insert the link.

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

You ever talk to your mom about something and she mentions your childhood doctor and suddenly you realize you need to go to your adult doctor and potentially get several vaccines because your childhood doctor was anti vaccine and encouraged that behavior onto your mother?

[straycalamities]

now i'm curious about swagtre begin parents, like adopting a kid, taking care of them, raising them, idk i think that's cute

uhhh i don't really have more thoughts on it tbh O_O sorryyy

[starstuffandalotofcoffee]

I have been lucky in that, so far, the covid boosters have not negatively affected me beyond making my arm hurt like an absolute motherfucker (vs. dose 2 of the original which had me down for the count for 36 hours) but MAN does my arm hurt like an absolute motherfucker

[articskele]

Dave holding Entre back after killing Bitter............ Entre holding Ted back after killing Creep............

[mint-mumbles]

But…

Don’t stop the fight for equal rights!

Let your voice be heard!

And for those in a bad mental place, here are some links to posts that can provide you with helplines if you need:

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Post 4

Post 5

Post 6

Never forget, you are loved 🩷

[smile-files]

today i'm going home so i can get my flu shot and vote with my family... hopefully both go well

[wanderingandfound]

I need people trying to convey the seriousness of COVID to stop dismissing the flu because the flu absolutely kills people, triggers chronic illnesses, and causes brain damage.

[yuusishi]

!! Book 7 update spoilers !!

newly hatched Malleus looks so fucking clueless and stupid oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭not a single thought behind those eyes

[gumballavocadoharry]

Knocking on death's door:

*Mentions of serious medical problems, death, amputation, life support, angst, some very intense scenes and sadness.*

"Dad, I don't feel well," Young Nathan complained holding his head feverishly. Harry's concern lasted for seconds before his assumption of a sham hoax that his son concocted to skip school. "Really?" Harry feels Nathan head only to be met with amiss. Nathan's head was scorching like a furious volcano.

Harry gulped back a fretful concept before sending Nathan straight to bed with a bulky thermometer in his mouth. His temperature read an indefinite fever, but it wasn't too concerning as Nathan has had fevers before like the average kid right?

According to Nathan, his neck was stiff, he was incredibly sensitive to light and had a grim headache. Harry gathered warm clammy cloths and draped them gently over his 11 year old's forehead. He fretted that Nathan's symptoms meant something catastrophic that even Harry wouldn't be able to yank him away from the harsh claws of a cruel, possible death. He tried not to think about it; chewed on his pinky nail, a nervous habit he picked up from middle school whenever a bad grade conquered him.

It was the unusually high fever that made Harry anguished. Nathan was fine yesterday, doing his usual stunt moves that would brush Harry up from the dining room table and contest outside to scold him for such callous behavior. But that's just who Nathan was. His sprightly outlook kept Harry young. Oh Harry adored his cheeky vivid smile, and of course his olive green orbs full of magnetic appeal and adoration for his father, who would be extremely grateful for letting his little "slip ups" pass on.

So, naturally when Nathan slows down and starts feeling ill, Harry like any other loving parent gets worried. But never in his wildest imagination could Harry expect the already gloomish day to take a one-eighty. It was a close call towards evening, around 5:00 when Harry heard Nathan throwing up belligerently in the bathroom. Nathan, the kid with the cast iron stomach who never threw up (with the exception of being a baby) was now spilling his guts in the upstairs toilet.

Harry shot upstairs like a rocket and busted into the bathroom. And as if that wasn't alarming enough, Nathan described the room to be spinning and was falling in and out of consciousness. But the outsetter was Nathan finally lifting his pale face to Harry; his nose, chin, cheeks and part of his forehead were a lilac and jam purple mixed together.

Harry's heart stopped in that moment. There was no denying this was absolutely no flu. Harry picked Nathan up and broke every speed limit to get to the hospital. "I need a doctor!" He exclaimed, running inside with an unconscious Nathan in his arms. Doctors, nurses surrounded the two as the wheeled Nathan into the emergency room.

"His heart stopped," One of the nurses said while checking his heartbeat. "And I think his kidneys are next." Harry couldn't hold it back anymore, he burst into anguish sobs begging the medics to tell him what was wrong with his son. It killed it him twice to hear his son's organs were failing and therefore was being wheeled into the ICU. Doctors were shoving tubes down Nathan's throat, into his chest and sides just to stabilize him.

The words: "We don't know what's wrong with him," Shook him enough to erupt a chill into his spine. Harry was requested to wear a protective surgical covering with gloves and a face mask before entering his son's room. He was taken aback to the life support machines that pumping air, saline and other medications inside of him just to keep him alive.

"How?" Harry thought loudly. "How could this happen to him, he was healthy as a horse yesterday and now he's dying?!" A nurse put her arm around Harry's shoulder. "How is he?" She looked down and swallowed loudly before turning her troubled eyes back to Harry. "It's touch and go right now," She cleared her throat before continuing, guiding Harry into a separate room.

"The doctor said that he's lost of a lot of fluids and so we're pumping saline into him to keep him from going into another septic shock." Harry's eyes widened. "Another septic shock?" He mimicked.

"Nathan went into shock just a little after you came in, thank goodness you did. But um, his heart is still very weak but his lungs and kidneys have completely stopped. We're taking some blood now and a spinal tap. We're doing everything possible for him Mr. Styles." It was like a lightning slapped Harry cold in the face. The realization that subtly told him to prepare for the worst hit him harder than his breath that he still couldn't seem to find.

"Nathan," He sobbed, as the nurse kindly held his hand. The buzzing in his ears didn't stop, even when the doctor came up to Harry with Nathan's results. "Hello Mr. Styles, we have Nathan's results," Harry shot his head up almost gripping him with whiplash.

"Your son has bacterial meningococcal meningitis." Harry gulped back a permanent lump in his throat. "Is he going to be okay?" The doctor gave a sideways mouth. "We don't know yet. Right now he's stable but his lungs and kidneys have completely shut down, right now we're working on trying to at least restart his lungs and take it from there. We would like to do an MRI to see if there's anything else, but it's incredibly risky and he could die if we moved him."

Harry's red blurry eyes tried to comprehend all what was being said until his fortitude prompt him to ask the question he dreaded the most. "Is Nathan....going to die."

The doctor sighed. "We don't know. If he does survive, there's a chance he might have severe brain damage, loss of hearing or sight, amputation of his limbs or scarring. Right now he's already at kidney failure." Harry couldn't hold back his sorrowful tears. It was as if he was already morning the loss of his child. "May I see him?" The doctor traded looks with the nurse, before escorting Harry back into the room.

Harry almost gagged at his son's purplish legs. He prayed they wouldn't have to take them...if he survived that was. "He's a fighter Mr. Styles," Harry, still crying nodded his head. "I know. He's my tough cookie."

"Can I have a few minutes alone please?" The doctor nodded, before leaving the room in quietly.

"Nathan....if you can hear me....I just want you to know that I love you very much, and that no matter what happens, I'll always be with you," Harry choked. "And I'll never leave you." He quavered. The distant machine sounds of heart monitors, iv drips and the respiratory machine were background music to Harry, yet at the same time, he heard them clamorously pounding in his head and memory. Sounds he would never fully forget for the rest of his life. This was like a nightmare. It couldn't be real, his 11 year old boy was knocking on death's door at his tender age!

"Mr. Styles, we're going to take an MRI of Nathan now. We'll be back in a few minutes." While moving him, Harry caught site of Nathan's full on violet colored legs and hands. His eyes couldn't be moved from the unnerving chance that it was already a sign of nerve damage.

Septic shock is what rang like bells in the back of his minds. Harry couldn't help but watch his Nathan's gaunt body be accelerated to radiology. It was like his child was being snatched from his arms and thrown into an abyss that Harry, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't pull him out of it. He stabbed himself with harsh internal scouldings and mauled himself with guilt over thinking Nathan's sickness was some sort of tactic to skip class.

For goodness sake, the nurse said if Harry had waited any longer....Nathan would've been gone! I don't think would ever be able to fully admit to himself that his gut feeling was screaming at him otherwise the moment he felt Nathan's head. "Maybe if I had taken him in earlier, he wouldn't be in critical condition." Harry whispered to himself.

The doctor's came back, but this time with papers and without Nathan. Harry grew panicky. "Okay, we did an MRI and it showed us that Nathan's spleen is incredibly large and about to burst. We need to operate right away, time's a factor." The doctor handed Harry some forms to admit Nathan and for permission to operate. Harry shakingly signed them and watched as the doctor ran out and joined his surgical team.

It could've been hours that Harry sat in that waiting room, waiting for the doctor to update him on Nathan's fate. The clock struck 3:27, they had checked in at around 5:32 yesterday. It seemed like time was speeding like a bullet train, yet slowing down like a turtle compared to a rabbit.

Harry glanced to the corner to see the doctor coming out and taking his surgical hat off, before wiping his head from sweat. "Nathan's stable right now, but he's still unconscious. We removed his spleen just before it burst. He's still on life support though and we can't make an estimate of when he'll be off." Harry nodded, eyes crusted from all the tears he cried in the face of this nightmare.

"Okay," He gave a small response. The doctor flashed an empathic smile before escorting the father to his son's recovery room. Upon entering, seeing the huge machines and tubes that were going in and out of Nathan. "One thing about Nathan's condition, since he's in a coma right now....his body will have a better chance of fighting off the disease,"

Harry nodded. He caressed his son's cheek somberly. "Please, Nathan. Don't die. Please, don't die."

Part 2??????