#diesases

[transorzecalicut]

ICD-10 code C71.9

ICD-10 code C71.9 for Malignant neoplasm of brain, unspecified is a medical classification as listed by WHO under the range - Malignant neoplasms.

[transorzeacademykerala]

ICD-10 code C71.9

ICD-10 code C71.9 for Malignant neoplasm of brain, unspecified is a medical classification as listed by WHO under the range - Malignant neoplasms.

[random-krab]

It is baffling to see that most Zionist defending Isrhell's action's are some form of Christian because you guys do know that they are also targeting Christian Palestinians too right? And that they bombed one of the oldest churches in the world right? Or are you so Islamophobic to assume EVERYONE with a skin shade darker then medium beige is Muslim?

[official-deified-defiled]

Older art from what of the more shitfuck AUs where i make that sad wet beast of a man a homunculi with the help of @quiescentlunacy

[lucianprompto]

Please discuss in the comments i wanna see y'all's opinions

[istherewifiinhell]

[ID: My grey cat, laying on and partially tucked under a fuzzy green blanket. His head is resting downwards. End ID]

tuck him in tuesday!!

[socaltreecare]

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[scvrletvision]

the chronic illness is in fact illness-ing this rainy sunday

[boobgoogler]

LOOK AT THIS ART!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHH

His very soul

[rajwinderravi]

In this, we have discussed in 6 points the causes or reasons of diseases in cattle.

[kiko---random-stuff-probably]

The cure- cotl oneshot

Cotl october day 18: healing

I am not too proud of this, but I think it does its job. Kallamar centric.

Not many people could have the chance to say that they got to spend a night with their god.

Even less people can say that their god had let them see their more vulnerable side.

And that side, in Kallamar's case, was his back.

Astaroth was observing the three, parallel scars trepassing Pestilence's back, as his god was about to fall asleep. In all the months the jellyfish spended as the first follower of that fairly new god, he never dared to ask anything that private. 

- How did you get these?- he managed to say, while lightly touching the marks.

- That's a weird topic for a pillow talk.-

Astaroth kept a stoic expression

- You didn't get them in some kind of duel, surely.- those scars were way too precise and clean in comparison with all the small marks the jellyfish gained with years of training amd fighting as a guard.

- One of the many reasons why I do not favor direct combat: no scars. They do add a misterious aura, but are pretty painful.- the squid took a second to collect his thoughts - You know that old ritual where an empty straw doll gets filled with snakes and scorpions and gets destroyed from the inside?-

- Yes, it's for absorbing the sickness in a village or something, right?-

- Exactly. Well, in my old village, they believed that a straw doll wasn't exactly a good scapegoat; they preferred using something more alive.- the god clenched his fists, and Astaroth quickly understood what he meant.

- What did they do to you?- he asked, concerned. He wasn't supposed to. He was talking with a god. Specifically, his god.

- Don't worry, they didn't  use any snakes or similar things- the god chuckled - they preferred giving me actual diseases as soon as they could. Leaving open, untreated wounds to get infected was used mostly when there was someone important sick.-

- So you were a sacrifice.-

- Kinda. Sacrifices get killed. But since no one was hoping for another damned child born outside of marriage, I was one of very  few scapegoats.- Kallamar was staring at the wall, as very unpleasant memories started to resurface - They needed me alive. So, they cured me only the bare minimum they needed to not let me die, and things did get a little less worse once I was the only damned child left.- surely they had no interest in making sure it hurted less. Night of furious fever where he had to sleep on the cold floor, covered with a piece of ragged cloth stolen from the small corpse rotting in a corner of the room. 

- You're shaking- Astaroth's voice managed to reach him, making the squid startle.

- I guess I am.- he murmured, burying his face in the pillow as he felt his face getting wet with a few tears.

How pathetic of him.

- I do not enjoy thinking too much about that time...- 

Astaroth stared at him, before slowly wrapping his arms around his god, who just let him.

- Can't you just make the scars disappear using the blue crown?-

- I do not want to.- right. There was a reason why he still had the scars. He turned around, facing Astaroth - That's all that is left of them.-

- Of the other scapegoats?-

- No. Of the pastor who taught that teaching me how to read (using books about medicine, too) would had washed away his sins. Of the merchants who bringed in sugar and exotic flowers. Of the farmers, of the doctors, of the entire village. All that is left is either on my skin or is a left in a ghost town.-

- What happened?-

The reason

- I did.- the god's pupil started to slowly light up with a blue, eerie light as he kept talking - I wanted to give them a taste of everything they did to me. I decided to kill them, and I did! Sure, some of them left the town, but Shamura was coming so I doubt they actually survived.- Astaroth stayed silent, observing as Kallamar started to smile - And the funny thing? They kept saying it must had been some weird diesase or a divine punishment, no one thought about the possibility that the wells got poisoned!- and in hindsight, they were right. A divine punishment from someone who never thought would had survived till his nineteenth birthday, let alone becoming immortal.

Astaroth let his head rest on his god's chest - So, you keep them as a trophy.-

- I guess I do.- he looked at the jellyfish with an hint of pride - But now, I want to know about your scars instead.-

Astaroth rolled his eyes - I have a lot of scars and none of them have an interesting backstory worth talking about. I would bore you.-

- Non sense. I could never get bored while listening to you.- 

Astaroth sighed, but it was mostly for scene. 

Then he gladly started to talk, as his god quietly listened.

[hopefulromances]

Could you do a Jamie Tartt x fem reader where he comforts her after a death of a loved one?

K I'm putting this one with a big TW for talks of death and hurt/comfort

I'm in a big sad mood rn so I channeled some of my feelings into this hehehe

You stared at your phone. How were you supposed to reach? How do you react when you find out news like this so calusly. So randomly. From an instagram comment that said 'I'm going to miss you so much' and a text from a friend that said 'Did you hear about this?' And you were supposed to what? Cry? Scream? All you felt was confusion. Confusion and a rising numbness in your chest.

"(Y/N)."

Jamie calling your name snapped your head up. You saw in him in the door way to your room. He looked like he was saying something, or maybe had just finished saying something? He walked towards you and sat in front of you on the bed.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" It sounded like his voice was underwater. You stared at the blanket as you tried to figure out the millions of emotions bubbling up in your chest.

"Um... Miley... it's Miley..." You finally said. Your voice was quiet, and you had to clear your throat.

"Miley? What about Miley?" Jamie pressed, his hand coming to rest on your leg, rubbing slightly.

You looked up finally finding his eyes. "She died."

Then it happened. The tears finally came. Like saying the words outloud really made it real. She was gone and she wasn't coming back. You didn't get to say goodbye or tell her everything she meant to you.

Jamie's eyes widened. He was not prepared for this. For death or dealing with it. He didn't know Miley well but he knew she was a friend of yours. All he could do was wrap his arms around you, pulling you as tightly against him as he could.

"I'm sorry this is... I'm just so confused?" you sobbed out, hiccuping between breaths. "She had... an auto immune diesase and I knew it was tough but like... I didn't... I never... I'm sorry."

"Stop, stop, stop," Jamie shushed you, keeping a hand on the back of your head. "Just stop apologizin'. Just do what you need to do and I'll be here."

You shook your head. "You have to go to training, I can't keep you from-"

"I don't care, (Y/N). I don't care." He pulled away, holding your head in his hands. "I'm here for you and only you right now." He wiped your tears with his thumbs. "God, I'm just so sorry."

He pulled you back into him and wrapped himself around you. You gripped onto Jamie, like he was your lifeline, just letting the tears fall.

[kanohivolitakk]

As someone with a terminal "badly written JRPG villain autism" diesase thank fucking god that Cassette Beasts only referenced Greek philosophers everyone and their mom knows about like Socrates or Plato.

And Diogenes because Diogenes is funny.

[mirueronu]

Goretober 2024: day 2

Hanahaki diesase

Ханахаки

[butnotbubblegum]

"here is a plea

from my heart to you

nobody knows me

as well as you do

you know how hard

it is for me

to shake the diesase

that takes hold of my tongue

in situations like these"

Jesus Fucking Christ who gave them the right

[gumgumvibecheck]

the only thing keeping you people from me develuping full blown bruce springsteen diesase is the death grip mountain goats disease has one me. cant do both that much insane middle aged man lyrics would kill me