#cold and flu season

[indnwitch]

Since everyone seems to be getting sick I got some erm potions for ya;

Sore throat?

Brew a throat coat tea, add in honey, fresh garlic and ginger. Honey is anti bacterial, garlic and ginger have many health benefits that act as anti inflammatories.

Mucus?

Take the skin and core of a fresh pineapple and steep it in boiling water for an hour, fish out the solids and drink the water that’s left. Pineapple has enzymes that attack the mucus and push it out of the body. Plus pineapple over all is good for you.

Nausea?

Smell a rubbing alcohol pad or rubbing alcohol in general(learned this when I was taking Ems courses). Drink a flat coke or ginger ale. The coke syrup in coke helps settle the stomach and the ginger in gingerale is anti inflammatory.

Headache?

Feet in hot water, something frozen on the back of your neck and head between your knees. The heat is gonna warm your extremities and the cold is gonna help pull the excess blood from your head causing the headache. Almonds work as a natural aspirin, eating about ten to twenty whole almonds has been proven to help with headaches along with black coffee.

Over all just icky?

Boil pastina, add it to warm veggie or chicken broth for a go to feel better classic my Italian mama swears by. Add in parmigiana and LOTS of black pepper.

Chug some orange juice and water.

If all else fails, go to a doctor and wear a mask.

[sickonthedancefloor]

Sicktember Prompt: Day 17 – Brain Fog/Spaced Out Fandom: BTS Sickie: Namjoon Caregiver: Jin, Hoseok

It's short but it was fun~

“I don’t think he’s noticed,” Hoseok whispers to Jin.

Namjoon was battling a pretty long-lasting case of the flu, but with their current deadlines, he opted to still come into the office instead of hanging out to rest in their apartment. The acoustics were better, he said, when Jin gave him a huge bag of cough drops and a fresh blister pack of cold medication. But when Namjoon had stared at it, unsure what to do, Jin decided he’d tag along. Both of them masked up, to keep Namjoon from plaguing anyone else, Jin trying to prevent himself from catching it (he hopes), but he’s just trying not to laugh at this point.

Hoseok, who was Namjoon’s ‘consult’ on a song, was nothing short of menacing. They have a backtrack going on for a seventh loop, and he’d said he’d help once Namjoon finished his tea.

“It’s just so hot,” Namjoon grumbles, blowing on his cup again. He takes a sip.

There’s an electric kettle plugged in behind him, and as Namjoon closes his eyes and bobs to the music, Hoseok refills his mug.

Does Jin feel bad for gaslighting his leader? A little. Is it keeping him hydrated? Definitely.

The song loops for an eighth time. Hoseok checks his phone, as Namjoon slouches in his chair and leans back. He yawns. He really hasn’t noticed at all. But it’s that brain fog from illness; time isn’t running the same way for all three of them in the room.

“Just give it a moment,” Jin says from the couch. “Let’s listen to the song for this third time, inspiration will hit.”

Namjoon nods, eyes unfocusing as he stares at the screen. “You’re right. I just gotta give it a moment.”

It’s been quite a few moments already. Hoseok spins his chair away so his snickering into his own mask doesn’t give him away and just turns on his phone again. Namjoon takes another sip, then sets the cup down and crosses his arms. And in approximately one more minute, he snores. Jin and Hoseok make eye contact and grin. Even if it’s not the most comfortable, they can give him a quick nap before convincing him to go back home.

[farmobileo3]

Vegetables to avoid during flu and cold season :

Eggplant

Spinach

Figs

Prunes

Pineapples

Strawberries

Chili peppers

All have high levels of Histamine levels which caused excessive mucus during cold and flu season.

[anenaturallc]

[autobot2001]

The Unforeseen

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Jamie ends up sick with bronchitis.

Day 18; @augustofwhump: unavoidable @augusnippets - path of whumperless: infection

Crosshairs and Drift can tell Jamie is unwell. Drift worries about hearing Jamie wheezing, and Crosshairs worries as he watches Drift get his med kit and the stethoscope. He watches Drift sit Jamie up and listen to her breathing. Drift also hears Jamie coughing. "Bronchitis," Drift tells Crosshairs before calling Ratchet. The medic wants to see Jamie. Drift knows Ratchet isn't questioning Drift's ability to figure out what Jamie is sick with.

Ratchet tests for pneumonia, but Drift is right. "I know it's possible to catch bronchitis in the winter, but we are careful. If anything, I was expecting Jamie to get a cold," Drift tells Ratchet. "Yes, anyone can take precautions, but getting sick is often unavoidable," Ratchet explains, "you should know that. Jamie has never gotten bronchitis before. She'll be fine, but I'm telling Prowl you will have the next two weeks off. I think it's better for her." Ratchet's refusal to argue for Crosshairs' time off doesn't bother him. He can text Drift to check on Jamie. Ratchet gives the two mechs a nebulizer and medicine to help with Jamie's breathing. He also suggests using a humidifier. Drift takes Jamie back to the shared bedroom. Crosshairs makes breakfast for the three to bring up to the bedroom. Ratchet talks to Prowl, hoping the security officer will understand.

"Really?" Prowl asks, annoyed, "she'll be in bed all day." "Yes, I'd rather one of them is with her." "You make it like she's helpless but fine." "If I thought that way, I'd have you remove them from the schedule. Limiting them to battle only if necessary. I believe she'll feel better knowing Drift is with her. Be happy I'm not telling you to give both of them time off." "Fine."

Jamie is asleep soon after eating. With Crosshairs working, Drift lies on Crosshairs' bed and reads a book off his phone. He'd rather be with Jamie than go to the room to check on her every two hours.

Jamie is up a few hours later, coughing. Drift prepares a nebulizer treatment. "This will help," he tells Jamie as he puts the mask over her mouth, "there you go." Drift sits next to Jamie and puts a timer on his phone. He turns on the TV. After finding something Jamie will like, he ensures the mask remains in place. After the treatment, Drift knew Jamie would cough now that everything was loose. Once she's done coughing, she has her drink some water. "I'm going to set up the humidifier," he tells Jamie as she lies on the couch.

Once Drift sets up the humidifier, he sits on the couch. Jamie moves a pillow onto Drift's lap and lies her head on it. Drift is thinking Jamie will be asleep soon. He knows this will be routine until she's better.

[addictedtohobi]

I'm catching a cold and it sucks. My throat hurts so much. 🤧😞

[tyanis]

Poll: Which male Resident Evil character is most likely the one who got everyone sick with the cold?

This is poll number 90 out of 100. Getting into the home stretch now!

Anyway, it's cold/flu season and, with so many people living in such close proximity under one roof, they are bound to get sick.

And as the illness quickly spreads, the gang grows more and more annoyed with whoever it was that brought this sickness into the mansion.

Through their hazy, cold medicine filled minds, some of the gang begin to narrow down who patient zero was...

"Winner" goes on to face the "winner" of the female poll so make sure to vote in both!

[burningchandelier]

I got the East Coast crud and oh shit, it’s bad.

The past 24 hours have been nothing but suffering and I have a feeling I am not done with the worst of it.

I miss the days when you could tell the doctor “I have a cold” and the doctor would prescribe something that would make you unconscious for at least four days.

[typewriter83]

Cubs, advice from Mama: in your futures, when deciding if you want to have a baby, keep this in mind: you’re not “having a baby,” you’re “raising a child” and with that child comes friends, and those friends have siblings and those siblings also have friends and you know what ALL those children have? GERMS. Germs that are freely shared among all the children, including yours.

Also. Turning 40 overrated - 40 is not the new 20. I used to be able to fight through a cold with some over the counter cold meds, cough drops and a Diet Coke - now I can barely lift my head and I’ve been asleep since I dropped kiddo off at school.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk. Have y’all seen the Gladiator trailer? My god 🥵 is it November yet? Mama is going back to bed - but not before telling you that I’ve created an outline for a new Donuts & Coffee story 🤭

🫶🏻

[tea-time-for-bee-time]

Pseudoephedrine PLEASE

@benna-benna

[blackbellybella]

If you like the medicine ball from Starbucks then you need this. It’s $10 at Costco for this big jar but I’ve seen different and smaller jars at the Asian grocery store.

[dosesofcommonsense]

Common Sense Still Lacking in Medicine

Does anyone remember that the Covid Test, the ones used at doctor's offices, were recalled by the FDA? What were they recalled for? For being egregiously inaccurate. Yes, the FDA, the group who gladly uses us as test subjects for all the over the counter "health" products at your local gnc-type stores actually had to pull the Covid tests for their inaccuracy!

At that point, all the Covid testing became free. Why? Cause the tests don't work. Better said, they cannot distinguish between Covid, the Flu, a False Positive, a False Negative, and anything else. The maker of the test then came out and said, "I told people the test was a bad indicator of ID'ing the virus, because the test was largely inaccurate."

So, what are we still using to ID Covid? A doctor's office test and an at-home Covid test. Why? Anyone? Anyone? MONEY.

Why money? So you can take the anti-viral for Covid. Heads up. An anti-viral works before you might have the virus, not while you have the virus. Tami-Flu is a preventative. It doesn't rush you through having the flu when you already have it. The covid-specific medicine works the same way, but - since most people don't know that - they pay for the "meds helping Covid go away faster". We still don't know what all was in those injections, though we're learning more about what might happen after you took 1-5 doses. Would you want to try the medicine "helping you get over Covid faster" from the same people who made the vaccines? Us neither.

Now, when my wife's sick, running fever, sinus issues, she does what every responsible person does: set up a Tele-Med appointment. What does that doctor say? Pick up a Covid test and make sure you don't have it, but - and I quote "the Test doesn't really test for Covid". Yes, she really said that.

Wait, you want me to buy a test that has been removed from the market for its inaccuracy, an inaccuracy so large even the FDA pulled it from the market, and go by that test to check if I have the virus?

"What happens if it's negative?" asks my wife.

"Then we treat for everything, since Covid, the Flu, a Sinus Infection, Strep and some others all overlap." Hold up. Go back to where we were. Does this gal even hear what she's telling my wife?!

Can we employ some basic, essential, desperately needed, seemingly-uncommon sense?!

First, she's already had the original strain of Covid. She was inoculated. She's in the safest population group from getting covid, other than those people who haven't been injected with the poison jabs.

Besides fever, chills, feeling lethargic, feeling ill, and a runny nose, what are the distinguishing factors of each possibility?

Covid - loss of taste and or smell, though usually both. That's not loss of smell from a stuffy nose, but an actual loss of you can't smell or taste anything. Can you smell crap? Yes. You don't have Covid.

Flu - Body aches. Does you body feel like it boxed Mike Tyson in his prime or did a 2 hour full body workout for the first time in years? No? It's not the flu.

Sinus Infection - post nasal drip, chest congestion, sinus pressure, headache, disturbing amounts of greenish sludge; lots of Kleenex

Strep - sore, raw like it's been beaten with a meat tenderizer throat, difficulty swallowing, hurts like crazy when you cough

Random virus - fever, runny nose, cough and you feel like crap but don't test or meet those other symptoms; ie: you have a cold.

Allergies - an overlap of every possible symptom minus the fever

What are her symptoms? post nasal drip, chest congestion, sinus pressure

Do you need a doctorate to figure this out?

WHERE HAS COMMON SENSE GONE IN MOST GENERAL PRACTITIONERS? Follow the money.

[sickonthedancefloor]

can you please do a Taehyung sicktember fic on-

8. Persistent fever.

Caretaker of your choice.

Thank you <3

Finally! Sorry it took so long, but I finally got something out here~

Sickie: Taehyung Caretaker:  Jimin, Jin Content: fever, sinus issues, nausea, vomiting (mentioned)

‘Home early’, Taehyung types in the chat with Jimin, answering the two billion question marks he had sent while he was on the flight. Taehyung was set to do some photography in Tokyo for the next few days, but his managers and one on-site nurse told him they’d postpone and reschedule in two weeks, when the photographer had another open period. Taehyung didn’t think he was doing that poorly, certain the fever was mostly from the hangover and the stage lights, but his manager didn’t believe him for a second. So they packed up, wished him well, threw him in a mask and took the chartered jet back to Seoul.

Taehyung was under strict orders to ‘rest and recuperate’, and with a scoff he just maneuvers himself and his suitcase into his apartment and wishes his manager-hyung good night.

“I mean it,” his manager said, “I’m only leaving you alone because you said you can take care of yourself. So you better. I’m checking on you daily.”

“Hyung, it’s not that bad,” Taehyung dismissed that day, accepting the small hug and rough back pat before his manager moved back. He didn’t even bother checking his messages, didn’t even worry about his suitcase and let it drop in the living room. Shoes off, door locked, security on, Taehyung just ended up flopped in his bed and conking out for the night. He doesn’t catch his manager laying medication out on his dining room table, or the water bottle set at his bedside table next to his phone, before he let himself out and trusted Taehyung to sleep on his own.

~*~

Something felt… off. When Taehyung awoke again, he felt all sorts of wrong. His sinuses felt heavy and swollen, and he just felt overly warm and sweaty. His limbs felt heavy, but he really needed to be awake for a few minutes. He managed to get up for a little, when an odd emptiness bothered him into finally making his way into the kitchen to get something to eat. He didn’t have many fresh groceries, concerned most of it would spoil while he was out, but he did have juice. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice and then raided the pantry for his dry salvageables.

Ramen, perfect. Low-energy, little effort, still delicious. He heated up a small cup, oddly not wanting more. His stomach didn’t feel very solid… but this exhaustion just clung to him like a second skin. This wasn’t normal jetlag; jetlag didn’t normally come with sore limbs and a growing headache. But no food usually came with a headache, he remembered that much.

As his ramen cooked, he took two paracetamol from a pack laid out and sat at his table, checking his phone to send a thanks to his manager. A wonderful 6%, which had him going to find his charger while he waited for the painkillers to kick in. And he smiled. His darling Jiminie had sent him a message, full of emojis and silly aegyo-inspired phrases to greet him. He wanted to know when he was free, they could hang out or call while they didn’t have an agenda.

‘Anytime you want,’ Taehyung answered. ‘I’m free whenever.’

‘You’ve been back for 12 hours, why are you ignoring meeee?’

‘sleepg :(‘ came Taehyung’s lazy reply.

His ramen was done. Taehyung brought the cup to the table with a pair of chopsticks and began to lazily munch away. Just as he shoved a mouthful in, his phone began to buzz—with Jimin’s name flashing over the screen. Taehyung didn’t think twice before opening it, mumbling a weak “Jyiminie!” over his noodles.

Jimin frowned at his friend’s appearance on the camera. “Tae-yah… you don’t look so hot. Did you get sick?”

Taehyung shook his head, but the feeling had him grimacing a little. “Nah… just a headache,” he grumbled. “I think I’m still sleeping off the plane.”

That had Jimin’s frown growing. “But you were only in Japan… Taehyung, what happened?”

Taehyung shrugged. He knew Jimin was off traveling with his family in Europe, he didn’t want to worry him, especially given he was so far away. “They rescheduled everything for a few weeks, when the photographer’s open again. It’s no biggie.”

“Yes it is… Did they send you home sick?”

Taehyung’s deep sigh answered it all. “I’m fine, Jimin-ah. I have meds, I’ll sleep it off. It’s just a cold.”

That had Jimin sighing. He took a moment to doublecheck, asking what medication Taehyung had in his cabinet, offering to order him something if necessary. Taehyung waved him off, assuring Jimin of the cold medication he still had and a half-empty bottle of cough syrup. He showed Jimin the boxes as they chatted, for his friend’s approval. Jimin didn’t keep him on the phone long, telling him to sit still and eat his noodles. Taehyung put on light jazz and ate quietly, before he just trudged his way back to his room.

He was out by the time his head hit the pillow.

~*~

Taehyung woke to the sounds of something clanking around his kitchen. Worried about an intruder—a sasaeng, maybe?!—he sat up carefully, eyes darting around the room to look for any hidden cameras or ropes or odd people. Intruders to celebrities could be dangerous, and despite his apartment complex having top notch security, there had been a few incidences here and there. He felt wide awake, immediately although a thick feeling creeping up his throat made him want to cough. Taehyung slapped both hands over his mouth to stifle his sounds, then sipped at the water.

Then worriedly stared at the water: what if it’s poisoned?!

But… it tasted like water. It was warm, boring… maybe not poisoned. Taehyung glanced at his phone, to realize it’s been plugged into the bedside charger. Weird… When he tapped the screen, he noticed a few messages, all from Jimin.

Oh gods, Jimin could help.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to open the contact information, ignoring the texts in favor of dialing him immediately.

There was a ding from the living room, followed by a light ringtone that Taehyung recognized instantly. And Jimin’s soft, light voice asking aloud, “Who could be calling right now?”

Taehyung didn’t move the phone until he heard the ringtone stop. Then Jimin’s voice on the other line, lighthearted but very confused: “Tae-yah? Why are you calling?”

“Jiminie… Are… are you in my house?”

That had the smaller boy huffing out a laugh, followed by footsteps shuffling to his room. When the door opened more than just a crack, he could see his best friend standing inside, his dyed-blonde hair peeking from underneath a beanie. Immediate comfort flooded Taehyung’s senses, and as he dropped his arm with the phone, he just huffed in a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

“You moron, you scared me!”

Well… that was valid. Now that Taehyung mentioned it, Jimin realized he didn’t really leave many clues. Just the message, as he pointed to Taehyung’s hand. “Well, I texted you I was coming over. I’m sorry.”

Groaning, Taehyung laid back on the bed. He felt drained again already, ready to sleep that fear out of his bones. Jimin just walked in, smoothing down his hair. “Sorry, friend. You didn’t seem like you were doing so well, so I came to check on you. I’m making soup.”

Oh.

Well, that was nice.

Taehyung smiled, a wide, dopey look as he leaned back on one arm. “You’re literally the best friend I could ever ask for.”

“Good!” Jimin danced back to the kitchen with a little wiggle, which had Taehyung laughing as he watched him head back. Feeling far more relieved, he flopped back against his pillow and opened his messages, clicking through them lazily. A response to manager-hyung—he’s fine, and a bonus Jimin!—and some emojis to Jimin himself, and one back to the group chat to send kissy faces and tell everyone he’s fine. He was just tired. He lets out a loud, obnoxious sneeze, before he just sniffles and turns onto his side.

He didn’t mean to doze off, but he woke up when Jimin calls his name, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jimin’s tiny hand reached up to smooth back his hair. “Tae-yah?”

“Hmm?” Taehyung’s eyelids felt so heavy. His limbs felt weighed down, but so warm.

“Taetae… your fever feels like it’s gotten worse. Have you taken any medication? Today?”

Taehyung just shrugged. “Dunno… when did you first text me?” Honestly, Taehyung wasn’t even sure when he got back. How many hours had it been since hyung took him home? He figured it’s been more than enough time, and shrugged, sitting up. Jetlag is a bitch. “It’s okay, Jyiminie. You cooked, right?”

Jimin nodded. “Food, then medicine, then you can rest some more.” But his words had an edge of finality to it. Taehyung knew this voice well: it meant Jimin was going to get his way because he said so. But the idea of food is enough to get Taehyung out of bed. He flopped himself over Jimin’s shoulder, laughing when Jimin complained about him stepping on his heels, and the two trekked into the dining area. Honestly, Taehyung just had a dining table because he had drinking guests; usually, they ended up in front of the television to eat and chat, but the table was a good place for shots and bigger course meals. All two times a year he hosted anything.

The soup Jimin made was absolutely delicious. There was minimal kick in the spice, gentle for Taehyung’s sensitivity to spicy foods, but flavorful enough it makes him smile. He drinks more broth than noodle, picks around a few of the vegetables, and nearly yawns into his spoon. He’s just… drained.

“I hope this helps bring down your fever,” Jimin says softly, reaching over to stroke his curly hair. It’s a mess, hardened with old hairspray and oils he hasn’t washed yet. “Have you had any other symptoms? Are you coughing?”

Taehyung just shakes his head. “Not really… most of it’s just drainage. I had to blow my nose a lot yesterday.”

Or, what he thought was yesterday. This fever just makes him feel foggy, warm and heavy-limbed and exhausted. A tickle in his throat has him leaning his head into his hands, letting out a few wet-sounding coughs. He wipes leftover spittle onto his napkin.

“Okay. Medication then sleep.” That sounded great. Jimin gets some nyquil into him, and some tea, makes him wash his face, and tucks him into bed with the promise that he’ll be there when he wakes up.

~*~

When Taehyung wakes up, his body is sore and he feels rotten. His limbs ache and he feels overheated, enough that he roughly kicks his blanket before he kicks too hard and finds a leg.

Jimin looks over. He’s typing away at his phone, playing some sort of game, but pauses when he catches Taehyung trying to free himself from his blanket. To help, he reaches a hand over and tugs the blanket down to his legs.

“Taetae-yah, what’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“I’m… hot.”

Jimin tries not to snicker. “Well. Yeah, you’re sick. Feeling overheated?”

Taehyung groans, turning onto his stomach. Jimin sets a hand on his back and begins to rub his spine, but the sensation makes him feel itchy and uncomfortable, and he wiggles. “N-no…”

“No?” Jimin’s hand stops. “Taehyung, talk to me. What are you feeling?”

Taehyung groans. Laying this way doesn’t help either. Just laying here feels uncomfortable, and he turns on his side, freeing his legs completely. His pajamas feel too rough, but the idea of standing to move, change, or remove anything seems to be the worst thing. When Jimin moves his hand to touch Taehyung’s neck, the younger one squirms a little.

“No, Jyimine, it hurts,” he whimpers into the blanket.

“What hurts? Did you injure yourself?” Jimin asks, but he’s kind enough to move his hand back, shifting closer to Taehyung’s face. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Taehyung barely shakes his head into the pillow, groaning as he does so. Why did every terrible symptom have to hit him then? His headache is back, with a slow, steady throbbing. He feels nauseous from it. “No just… anything touching me… it hurts.”

“Oh…” Jimin knows this too well. When he feels too sick, his old injuries flare up and he feels nothing but pain in the worst areas for hours. But it’s been a while since Taehyung’s last dose, and he’s slept long enough that he could take some more. “Can you sit up? Let me get you some painkillers, we can see if that helps.” Not the strongest, not while he’s like this, but… Tylenol should help. Jimin slides from the bed to get the pills and water ready, leaving Taehyung to work the strength to sit up. When he finally manages to, he takes the pills from Jimin and lets his friend help him with the water. With the pills flushed down his system, Taehyung drops heavily back onto the bed, groaning when Jimin places a cold compress on the back of his neck.

But it… feels good.

“Thanks, Jyiminie.”

“Anytime, Taetae. Get some more sleep.”

~*~

By day three, Jimin had called in reinforcements. Reinforcements come in the form of Jin making a good soup, bringing in good OTC medication, and an extra person to cuddle on the couch. Taehyung felt absolutely rotten by this point, taking to dragging around his comforter around his shoulders any time he left his room. He ends up tucked into Jin’s side, letting Jin feed him whenever he got hungry for some snack or another.

Taehyung doesn’t remember much about day three.

~*~

On the fourth day, more so later that evening, Jimin tugs the thermometer from Taehyung’s mouth and frowns. Taehyung takes the chilsung cider offered and sips at it slowly, enjoying the cold feeling. The carbonation isn’t comfortable for his throat, but it settles his stomach. The nausea had worsened overnight, to the point where Taehyung was struggling to keep food down. Besides a bit of broth from that afternoon, he hasn’t had much luck.

The chills are worse, and he’s buried deep in his comforter and still asking for another blanket. His legs have been aching, on top of all of that.

“Your fever’s up, jagiya,” Jimin says softly.

“What’s new?” Taehyung responds, pouting around his straw.

Jimin strokes his hair gently, what little he can reach from Taehyung’s comforter, and the younger one leans into the touch. While the rest of him is sore, Jimin’s touch is light and familiar, and comforting. He’s worried, Taehyung can tell, but he’s too drained to do anything about it. He trusts his hyung and his soulmate, he’ll be okay.

If he listens vaguely, he can hear Jin on the phone. The eldest had stepped away to make a phone call, but Taehyung can tell it’s either to their team doctor or to the staff’s nurse team. “—up to 38.9 now,” Jin murmurs. Or rather, Jin could be speaking normally, but things sound muffled. Taehyung just leans into Jimin’s touch and closes his eyes. “It’s not spiking, just… steadily climbing. He said he’s achy, he had a headache earlier, and right now he’s been nauseous. Ne, ne. He vomited earlier, but I think he’s trying not to again. Mm.” Jin trudges back into the room. “Tae-yah?”

Taehyung groans. “Hyung?”

“Do you think we can get you to the car? The nurse says we should get you—”

That has the sick boy groaning, shaking his head. “I ‘on’t wanna,” he groaned. “I can just sleep it off. It’s only been a day.”

“Tae-yah, you’ve been home for four days. Your fever is persisting for too long, and you’re literally not getting better…”

Taehyung groans, shaking his head. He tugs the blanket over his face, pulling away from the solace of his friend’s gentle touch. When he feels a hand press on his shoulder, he flinches and tucks himself in further.

“Jin-hyung, don’t—” Jimin protests. His voice is muffled, but the hand goes away, and Taehyung’s shoulders droop, but he’s trembling. Taehyung whines into the blanket.

Gentle fingers reach for the blanket, easing it away from his face. “Tae-yah, you’ll overheat. Jin won’t touch your shoulder, okay?”

“Do I have to get up?” Taehyung asks softly. “Jiminie, I don’t want to leave…”

Jimin hesitates, looking up at Jin. Jin, frowning at them, turns into the phone. “Can the doctor come to us? Taehyungie’s not sure he can get up right now. He can? Oh that’s perfect. We’ll be here. I’ll give him some more ibuprofen while we wait.”

Perfect. Jimin releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, but he grabs the water bottle while Jin opens the ibuprofen and knocks four pills into his hand.

“Okay, Tae-yah. The doctor’s coming to you, but you have to take some medicine first.”

Awful. But a deal is a deal. Taehyung grumbles, propping himself up on one arm, his opposite hand reaching out for the tablets. He lets Jimin help him with the water and washes down the medication quickly. It’ll be irritating, on an empty stomach, but the doctor knows best. If the nausea settles, if his fever goes down, he’ll get to eat again. As Jin looks at him with worry and gently scratches his hair, Jimin glances up and hopes to see his friend’s health make a turnaround soon. Both help him lay back on the couch before Jin joins Jimin to sit on the floor. As Taehyung begins to doze again, the two older ones take a breath and let it out slowly. Their doctor is coming. Taehyung will be okay.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

Limoncello. Italian hot lemonade. What can there be said for it over the imminent winter season of colds, flu, grippe and viruses within Hanna-Barbera's Funtastic World than the sheer comfort of simple ReaLemon juice and a little sugar or honey stirred in, hot water combining to make the whole palatable and at once comforting?

Especially when it just seems that the world outside must be looking so drizzly or snowy, just basically a dreary look by the sight of it, with maybe some easy-listening schtick on the radio to further add some comfort....

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[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Omg I've gotten my ass kicked twice within 3 weeks by what I'm guessing is the some virus! Just fyi to anyone out there please listen to your body, rest/sleep, take your vitamins, drink lot of water and things with electrolytes in them.

Because I was starting to get better than my brain decided I was wonder woman. Ignored my body saying yo idiot you're not at 100%, you're maybe at 60% max and well as you might guess my body won! I'm now sick again because I pushed myself too hard. Excellent job... write that in my book of stupid decisions. 🤧

Anyone else sick out there in Tumblr land feel better soon. 🤗

[samcat18]

Listening to several co-workers hack up a lung while i'm still the only person in the building masking like