#coldpack

[shoppylite]

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[cakeproducts]

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[techbdsworld]

The Magic of the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack: A Versatile Solution for Your Aches and Pains

Unicorns have always captivated our imaginations with their mystical and enchanting qualities. These mythical creatures symbolize magic, beauty, and grace. But what if we told you that unicorns can also provide you with comfort and relief? Introducing the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack – a versatile and whimsical solution to ease your aches and pains. In this blog, we will explore the magical world of unicorn-themed heatpacks and coldpacks, and how they can become your go-to remedy for various ailments.

The Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack: A Versatile Solution

Whether you're dealing with muscle soreness, menstrual cramps, tension headaches, or simply looking for a cozy companion to keep you warm during chilly nights, the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack is your ultimate companion. Here's why it's so versatile:

Dual Functionality: The Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack can be used as both a hot and cold therapy tool. Simply pop it in the microwave for a soothing heat pack or place it in the freezer for a refreshing cold pack. Its adaptability makes it perfect for different types of pain and discomfort.

Targeted Relief: The unicorn design isn't just adorable; it's also functional. Its shape allows you to apply the heat or cold directly to the area that needs relief. Whether it's your neck, back, abdomen, or joints, this magical creature has got you covered.

Long-Lasting Comfort: Thanks to its quality materials and craftsmanship, the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack retains its temperature for an extended period. You won't have to constantly reheat or refreeze it, ensuring uninterrupted comfort.

Child-Friendly: If you have little ones at home, they will adore the unicorn design. It can help soothe their aches and pains while adding a touch of whimsy to the process. Plus, the soft, plush material is gentle on their skin.

Stress Relief: Beyond physical relief, this unicorn companion can also help alleviate stress and anxiety. Its comforting presence and warmth create a sense of relaxation and calm.

Common Uses for the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack

Now that we've established its versatility, let's delve into some common scenarios where the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack can come to your rescue:

Menstrual Cramps: Many women experience discomfort during their menstrual cycles. The Unicorn Heatpack can provide gentle warmth to ease cramps and lower back pain.

Sore Muscles: After a strenuous workout or a long day at work, the Unicorn Heatpack can help alleviate sore muscles and promote faster recovery.

Headaches and Migraines: Apply the cold pack to your forehead or neck to relieve tension headaches or cool down during a migraine episode.

Joint Pain: Whether you have arthritis or simply overworked joints, the heat therapy can offer soothing relief to achy areas.

Anxiety and Stress: Hug your Unicorn Heatpack tight during stressful moments to experience a sense of security and warmth that can help you relax.

Cold Winter Nights: During the winter season, snuggle up with your unicorn to keep warm and cozy. It's perfect for bedtime or while watching a movie.

Conclusion

Unicorns have always symbolized magic and wonder, and now they can bring comfort and relief to your life with the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack. Its dual functionality, adorable design, and long-lasting comfort make it a must-have accessory for anyone seeking relief from aches, pains, or stress. Embrace the magic of unicorns and transform your self-care routine with this enchanting and practical solution. Say goodbye to discomfort and hello to the soothing embrace of the Unicorn Heatpack/Coldpack – your new best friend in times of need.

[santamedicalusa]

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[smithjonathan12]

Hot And Cold Pack With Beads For Therapy - Rapid Aid

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[marlynnofmany]

Invisibly Beautiful

The hot nighttime air blasting through the windows of the hovercar made conversation hard for all of us, but that didn't stop Paint. She pulled her lizardy face into the car long enough to ask "Can we make more deliveries to climates like this? It's great!" Not waiting for an answer, she stuck her snout back out into the gale.

"I'm just glad the air is moist," said Captain Sunlight from the driver's chair. She was as fond of extreme tropics as the next scaly little Heatseeker, but as least she was tactful about it. "If this was an arid climate, we'd dry out in no time."

Zhee snapped a pincher in irritation, adjusting the coldpack draped around his shoulders. He had another around his praying-mantis hips. "I," he declared, "am glad it is DARK. Sun this intense would fry us on the spot. This is not a temperature for any reasonable being." He cast a big bug eye in my direction, with what passed for subtlety.

I hadn't spoken up yet because I was busy guzzling water to replace all the sweat I was losing. "Agreed," I said when I came up for air. "There's a place this hot back home. We call it Death Valley."

Paint leaned back into her seat. "What? How could such a lovely heat mean death? It's so nice."

"For you," I said at the same time as Zhee. I would have high-fived him but didn't want to hurt myself on his pinchers. Instead I said, "I'd die of heatstroke in no time."

"But you have that temperature regulation!" Paint said, waving a hand in my direction. "I thought you were fine in hot and cold!”

"Just because I'm warm-blooded doesn't mean I'm comfortable in all temperatures," I said to my scaly crewmate. Holding up an arm, I asked, "You see this sweat? This is not fun." I was wearing the smallest amount of clothes I could stand: sports bra and shorts, and it was still too much. “At least the wind helps. I���ll want to get the unloading done as quickly as possible when we stop.”

“We’re almost there,” Captain Sunlight said, pointing at the navigation screen.

It was a good thing she had that screen, since the view outside was an endless nighttime seashore with sand dunes and rocks, but no memorable landmarks. You’d never know there was civilization here. We’d been instructed to land our ship far inland, so we didn’t risk blowing sand into a burrow when we took off again. Luckily the hovercar was acceptable. Thinking about dragging all those crates across the dunes by hand was enough to make me need another drink of water.

When we settled in to park, it was beside a boulder at the very edge of the water. Gentle waves lapped at a very flat shore. No civilization that I could see. The air gushing in the windows was oppressively hot and wet.

“The client should join us at any time,” Captain Sunlight said, getting out of the chair. “Let’s unload.”

“Aw,” Paint said.

Zhee led the way out the door while I focused on taking deep breaths. This was unpleasant.

Sunlight insisted on keeping all but the dimmest lights off, for the sake of the client’s nocturnal eyes. The many stars helped. Luckily there wasn’t much around to trip over. And the boxes were head-sized, not gigantic hassles. There were a lot of them though, and we weren’t quite finished stacking them on the wet sand when the client rose from the waves.

Captain Sunlight’s polite greeting prompted me to look up just in time to see what looked like a lobster the size of a horse come splashing toward us. I clamped down on a startled yelp. Professional calm, I reminded myself. This is entirely normal.

I did a pretty good job of pretending to be calm while I set down the box I was holding and went back for more. Sunlight kept up the small talk and handled payment, both thanks to technological aid: a translator and credit screen with some impressive waterproofing. The voice that came from the speakers was almost too deep to hear. It reminded me of my aunt’s favorite whale impression.

“Thank you for your use of time,” the client said. “Our previous delivery people arrived at high tide, leaving us with a long walk to the burrow.” A little crustacean leggie waved back at the water, where I assumed the doorway lurked. Now that I thought about it, I could almost make out a darker spot among the waves.

And that’s not so much a lobster as a huge shrimp, I decided, setting down another box. Looks like it would have some bright colors in the sun, too. The starlight didn’t illuminate much, but the faint glow from the ship’s cargo hold showed hints of red, blue, and green. And far too many legs, honestly. But you didn’t hear that from me.

“Last one,” Zhee announced, resting a box against the others. “Would the esteemed client like to confirm the count?”

The client did, waving two legs while counting. “Confirmed. I am pleased to do business with all of you.” Captain Sunlight started to say something else polite, but the client wasn’t done talking. “And it is pleasant to see such a lovely being of light.”

With the way all those legs moved, it took me a heartbeat to realize she meant me. “What?” I blurted.

The rest of the crew were confused too. “Being of light?” asked the captain tactfully.

“Yes, and with those charming stripes, too!”

It was all I could do not to ask “What?” again. I just looked at Sunlight, wondering if I was being pranked. If so, she didn’t look in on the joke.

“I, ah, can’t say I’d noticed,” she told the client.

“Your eyes are different, aren’t they?” asked that deep voice with even deeper sympathy.

“Um. Must be.”

“You’ll have to take my word for it, then. You two little ones blend in with the surroundings, while you, friend, look more like an artfully painted land-skimmer,” she said to Zhee, who looked like he had decided to take it as a compliment. “But you. You glow like a gentle moon, with all the curves of a crashing wave across your surface. My night has been enriched with the view.”

“Uh, thank you,” I managed. “My pleasure.”

“I will be sure to request such prompt and pleasurable couriers for my next delivery. I thank you.”

“And we thank you!” Captain Sunlight said. “We’ll be on our way. I trust you can get the boxes into your home without trouble?”

“Oh yes, this will be fine,” said the client with more leg waves. I wasn’t even sure which part of that complicated face to look at. “May you have safe travels!”

With more polite words from Sunlight, we re-entered the hovercar and took seats in even hotter air. The door shut, the engine started, and a very welcome breeze wafted in. Sunlight eased away from the beach at a tactful speed before gunning it toward the ship. No one spoke until the sea was out of view behind a dune.

“Glowing?” exclaimed Paint. “Stripes??”

“Did she mean heat vision?” Zhee wanted to know.

“Can’t be,” Sunlight said from where she drove madly. “She compared you to a nice paint job, remember?”

“As she should,” Zhee said. “But was that a different thing she was seeing when looking at me?”

“Hard to say,” Sunlight said. “Robin?”

“I have no idea!” I burst out. “This is the first I’ve heard of any of it! Is there a chance she’s joking?”

“I don’t think so,” said Captain Sunlight. “All the courier reviews of her behavior are top-notch. If she was the type to lie like that, then surely she would have done it before.”

“But stripes??” I asked, sticking a forearm into the aisle. “You’ve seen me! What stripes? I don’t even have that much body hair!”

“You don’t glow in the dark, either,” said Zhee, staring with the kind of intensity that only someone with truly gigantic bug eyes can. “You reflect a little starlight right now, what with all the grossness you’re exuding, but I doubt that’s what she meant.”

I laughed. “You know, people do sometimes describe sweating as glowing, but it’s really not meant to be taken literally.”

Paint leaned close, all curiosity. “Does something in your sweat fluoresce?”

“No!” I said. “Nothing about me does! This is absurd!”

“We can check the wiki as soon as we get back in range,” said Captain Sunlight. “The ship’s knowledge banks are pretty good, but let’s not kid ourselves.”

“I can’t wait,” Paint said. “My money is on the sweat.”

I shook my head and finished the water bottle. With the way Sunlight was driving, we made it to the ship quickly indeed. Paint was already out of the car and telling the rest of the crew about it while I had barely stood up. I exited to several other curious faces, immediately telling them no, I had no idea.

Normally after that kind of delivery I would have gone to wash up, but this time I just grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat (and to wear as a shawl in the much cooler spaceship air). Captain Sunlight was calling for top speed.

And she got it. Good thing we’d be refueling soon, because I was pretty sure we’d used up a solid chunk of the reserves.

But we were back in range of easy broadcasts, in record time! Everyone who didn’t have to be somewhere else crowded into the meeting room with the big info screen.

And we all learned that humans freaking glow. Just too dim for anyone to see, unless they have extra-super-special eyes. The kind of eyes that can also pick up the seams from cell division that are usually just as invisible.

“What the heck,” I said, staring at the screen.

Sunlight had called up both topics side-by-side, and everyone was reading at different speeds. I’d skimmed enough to be unsure of what emotion to settle on.

“It’s not the sweat,” Zhee said.

“Well, it’s also not the heat vision!” Paint retorted.

“It may sometimes coincide with heat vision,” Captain Sunlight said, pointing as she read. “Tied in to metabolism, changing throughout the day. Human metabolism creates heat, right? So it could be both.”

“But it said it’s not.”

“I still win the bet,” Zhee insisted.

“Oh, you didn’t even make a bet!” Paint said.

Mur sat beside me, flipping a tentacle in amusement. “It’s a pity we don’t have anyone with those extreme eyes onboard,” he told me. “We could send the pair of you into dark areas, and she could see by your light.”

I shook my head. “This is just bizarre. I can’t believe nobody told me.”

The squiddy alien shrugged a pair of tentacles. “If you can’t see it and neither can most of the civilized galaxy, I’m not surprised that it isn’t common knowledge. What I want to know is—” he spoke louder “—Hey Zhee! Do you want to get glowing paint to decorate yourself with now, since somebody is outshining you?”

Zhee angled his antennae into a glare. “Maybe.”

“Ooh, me too!” said Paint, to no one’s surprise. “Can we do the walls too? It’ll be great if we ever lose power!”

I huffed a laugh. “Look what you started.”

“You’re welcome,” Mur said. “Care to see who can paint some nice new decorations in the highest and most creative places?”

“Absolutely. You know I can reach the top of the engineering crevices by putting a foot on each wall and shuffling upward, right?”

Mur cackled. “And you haven’t seen what a properly motivated Strongarm can do! Extra points for painting a likeness of Zhee somewhere he’ll never find.”

“You are on.” We shook on it, which is an absolutely disgusting experience when tentacles are involved, but I managed to pretend it wasn’t. Gotta be professional, you know.

~~~~~~~~~

Fact check! Humans do glow slightly, and we do have stripes called Blaschko’s Lines.

Yes I based the alien on a mantis shrimp; yes I know the shrimpvision thing has been debunked; did it anyway. They’re cool.

And if you enjoy these shenanigans, you may like the book that this is backstory for. More stories to come!

(Thanks to @theacegamingdemon for giving me the idea for this one months ago.)

[theworldbrewery]

50 Items of Sci-Fi Dungeon Dressing

For filling up a derelict spaceship or magi-tech ruins, this list of science-fiction themed dungeon dressing provides useful items galore. These items can be simple set dressing, plot objectives, or provide environmental storytelling. You decide the condition of the items and if any are still usable.

Short range wrist comms - 60ft

Laser pointer

Air compressor

Emergency beacon x10

Water purification kit

Truth serum

Sedative

Tranquilizer serum

Painkillers

Syringes

Wound sealant

Medscanner (checks vitals)

Hoverboard

Personal datalog

A buggy universal translator

ID cards

Roomba with a knife taped to it

Geiger counter

Heat-vision goggles

Reflective tarp (for camping)

Oxygen tank with mask (1 hr)

Arc welder (1 hr)

Fingerprint lock

Antigrav boots (3/day)

Silencer

Solar cell

Respirator

Lightsticks (waterproof) x10

Gas mask x10

Coldpack

Heatpack

Holopad

Prosthetic exoskeleton

Bionic eye

Star charts

Electric drill (10 charges)

Stopwatch

Ammunition bandolier

Metal manacles

Retina scanner

Smoke alarm

Portable quarantine kit

Laptop computer

Radar scanner (3 charges)

Vocal modulator

Electrical charger

Data drive

Propane tank (10d6 fire damage when set aflame)

Freeze-dry SnackPack TM (20)

Bio-sequencer (for disease ID)

[3liza]

if you put a bag of frozen peas in a pair of leggings and knot the waist shut you can tie the legs under your chin for hassle free head coldpack. no pic

[lounaticm]

I'm sick in bed with the rona so naturally the next step is to ask you what Damien would be like taking care of a sick S/O. (Whether it's covid specifically or not is up to you)

Oof, I'm so sorry to hear that. Do take care and get plenty of rest. I hope you feel better soon.

The moment Damien notices anything being off about you, you might as well clear your entire schedule and expectations of getting anything done for the next week at least, because he'll be doing the same and making sure whichever sick loved one gets the proper rest and care.

One of Damien's strongest love languages to give is acts of service, and that comes out all the more when someone he cares for is sick or injured or otherwise even the slightest bit out of commission. He enjoys doing things for his loved ones as it is, even when it's not the least bit necessary, so when there's even the smallest bit of due cause, he's going to be waiting on them hand and foot. There won't be even the slightest complaint because he truly has none. He loves taking care of the people dear to him.

Depending on the severity of the illness, he may not let them so much as get their own glass of water, though such levels of worry would only really come out were his S/O suffering a truly nasty fever or horrible nausea or the like. Even with something as simple as the flu or a cold, he's still going to try to insist on doing it for them anyways, but don't let him do everything, because he will end up neglecting to take care of his own needs. A nudge here and a reminder there should keep him on track with looking after himself to, at least, the bare minimum - and again, it depends on how sick his S/O is.

Even when sick with something simple, they're going to be spending a majority of their time sitting or laying down. Damien will put some quiet music on for them - if that would help - or get them something to read, or simply read to them himself, both in efforts to help with inevitable boredom and to hopefully soothe them into falling asleep. (If applicable to how you view the setting/universe Damien comes from, he'll also turn on a tv or provide them the remote to do so themself, but will insist the volume be kept low.)

If they have a terrible fever - especially one high enough to make them sluggish or delirious - Damien's going to barely be leaving their side, and when he does will only be to swap out any sort of wet hand towel to be placed across their forehead or to get a coldpack for them.

Unless the illness is clearly just the common cold, chances are very nearly 100% that Damien made them go to the doctor and went along with them. Whatever instructions were given for them to follow to get better, Damien will be doing to the letter.

All-in-all, Damien would be doting on his Little Monster quite a lot, unless discomfort with such a thing were expressed. He'd need to keep being reminded and pressed to look after himself as well, but there's no one with better bedside manner than him.

@kiwibubbles5

[ballsballsbowls]

I've been racking my brain along these lines for the 20ish days that I have known about this surgery, and I keep coming up short because of a few intersecting issues:

My parents live in an area where there just isn't a whole lot of stuff. Sure, there's groceries a 15-minute drive away in one direction and 25ish minutes in another, and sure the hospital where the surgery is being done is only about 30 minutes away, but other than that, the area is almost entirely residential. I think the closest catering place is another 10+ miles further than the hospital. The obvious option would be a gift card to whatever place to eat is closest to the hospital, but there is (if you can believe this) basically nothing close to the hospital where you can get food. It's absolutely deranged (and one of the reasons I was so eager to move 60+ minutes away). The closest stuff outside of the hospital cafeteria is halfway back to the house

My parents are both type 2 diabetics (though they are very well controlled and have been for decades) and picky eaters on top of it. My mother was notorious all through my childhood for cooking a meal from scratch and then choosing to eat something else when it was dinnertime because she was no longer interested in what she made. Dad will eat almost anything and not complain too much but guessing what he would actually ENJOY eating is a bit more difficult.

My parents are also incredibly weird about food prices, especially about the perceived value of prepackaged food. They like eating out as long as they perceive it as a tolerable deal, and grocery costs are shrugged off, but they lose their minds at the idea of paying money to get some fancy food sent to the house with coldpacks. I looked at Honey Baked Ham prices the other day and could absolutely hear them both in my head going, "$150 for THAT?!"

They had already sort of gently rebuffed my attempts to help them get ready for surgery/logistics the day of, even when I suggested pretty harmless stuff like cleaning their fridge out for them. Luckily for them, I got sick and now have costochondritis so I can't do anything anyway and they have every reason to tell me not to show up or smother them.

Yes, they DID both move pretty far away from their dysfunctional families and raise their kids basically on their own. How could you ever guess?

[chaos-cousins]

Pelliper Mail!

A coldpack, placed in front of you!

I OWE YOU MY LIFE

[pyrothecary]

I love self insert MCs that are you but better

it’s banger to play a MC that is you in the universe and think about how trauma would change you in that universe :^)

meanwhile all my Choices MCs are like. people that are named after pastries. except for the detective from Crimes of Passion. Their name is Coldpack Cheese Rose. Everyone says Coldpack Cheese. It made the murder mystery funny.

REAL!!! YOU ARE SO REAL!!!!

COLDPACK CHEESEJFJDJSJFJWJJFJDNE THATS SO GOOD. dude i finished that book and didn't even remember, i was so confused when i saw it pop up in my completed books. if you asked me what went on in those last few chapters i would not be able to tell you. maybe i would remember if my detective was named Coldpack Cheese

for books i don't think i'll be particularly invested in (or books with mcs i don't like) i give all the nameable characters bad names

my mc for foreign affairs was named Barnacleboy until i.. fell in love. and then i restarted with a more normal name. but my blades of light and shadow mc is also called Barnacleboy and there's no issue there so idk

[santamedicalusa]

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[smithjonathan12]

Instant Cold Packs For Injuries | Instant Ice Cold Compress

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[outpost51]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 14: Good Enough

So maybe I'm not okay.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter WC: 2,830

Warning(s): none

Preview below the cut.

{READ HERE ON AO3}

When the main character got chased in action vids, they always did a cool, slow-motion sequence of movements, slamming through a door and tucking-and-rolling as it shut. Their clothes stayed perfect, and maybe they got a sick scar or whatever on their face.

It wasn’t cool in real life.

It just results in your lungs burning like you swallowed fire, and you’ll probably hit your head on your roommate’s table that you and everyone else asked her to move a minimum of six times already. You might also piss your pants a little.

Just a word of advice. From a friend.

An unactivated coldpack hit me in the face, jarring me from the leftover panic-numbness to remind my skull it did, in fact, feel like I’d split it open with an axe. I muttered a soft thanks as I cracked the disc and gingerly applied it to the rapidly-growing welt on my forehead.

“You get chased or somethin’? We need to arm up?”

“Dunno, Tessa, I’m still tryin’ to figure out if I got a concussion,” I snapped. Too mean? Maybe, but I wasn’t in the friendliest mood after all that, and her casual attitude wasn’t helping.

She put her hands up in surrender briefly, then went right back to flicking her obviously dead lighter with more and more aggression, ignoring Quinn’s glare of disbelief. “Imma take that as a yes on the first and a no on the second,” Tessa grumbled. “I keep tellin’ Kri to move the table cuz I stub my toe on it every damn day.”

“If it’s such a fucking problem, you move it,” Kri fired back. “You have hands!” A few strands of hair came loose from her tight sock bun; she’d been practicing on her bars when I made my grand entrance. Falling off didn’t budge it, apparently, but getting up in Tessa’s face — I only just realized she was shorter than our fearless leader — sure as hell did.