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[herdreamywasteland]

please please pray for my abuelita

she went to the hospital last night with difficulty breathing, and she has a bladder infection and bronchitis. She’s 88 and one of the most incredible people I know. Even if you aren’t religious, please keep her in your thoughts <3

[crippled-peeper]

They just brought me to the psych unit after stabilizing me downstairs and I am settled in. I will be here for an unknown length of time (possibly a few days or weeks). I will not be posting or be able to reply to you because of unit rules but I am breathing and moving and conscious and ok. Rest assured I am in the hospital getting better. I am safe here so please don’t worry for me now

Thank you for all your kindness and love and support. I will never forget it for as long as I live . The tight knit disability community on here is very important to me . I will be thinking of you all

[rokonrrc]

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医生Lophēlē 🏥

[aceofwhump]

Heroes 1x02 "Don't Look Down"

[salesmain]

personal update -- (cw hospitals + health stuff)

so I've been drawing a lot lately, mostly to distract myself from real life since it's been rough and drawing helps me not think about it.

I haven't posted or talked about what's going on at all because it was so upsetting. and focusing on DA and fandom instead helped a lot.

BUT my mom is finally out of the hospital and back home again. It was really scary for the last 10 days but we made it through and she's doing a lot better. and I feel so much relief!! (and because I know people will wonder since this is the first time I'm mentioning it: she was struggling to breath and apparently her heart is very weak and she also had pneumonia. it was a lot.)

anyway, I'm in a weird headspace. tumblr still sometimes overwhelms me so I haven't been scrolling much lately. also can't seem to write at all, but I'm hoping that comes back now that I'm not stressed out of my mind.

idk why I felt the need to post this. I guess sometimes it feels weird not saying anything, like I'm lying to the world and pretending everything is fine. but I'm a lot better now! and feeling more hopeful too.

[phleb0tomist]

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[whumpetywhump]

Squid Game - 2x01

[amazingphil]

How Phil Nearly Died

[schoolhater]

hey guys this is an urgent campaign to get a little boy surgery and therapy to save his life. the goal is super achievable, just 250 usd. i’ve seen people raise more in minutes so i know we can do this. the linked tweet is from a gazan woman who evacuated last year, so i trust her.

[bebx]

illustration of an ice pick lobotomy

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tom Nook asked me to build a maternity hospital to encourage the residents of my island to have kids. He had a big announcement about it in the plaza, and promised 1000 Nook Miles to whoever was the first to have a kid on the island.

[nataliedecorsair]

For this Halloween, I present you my MRI monster + a little bonus story about it >:) --

It’s the tail end of October, when the days shrink down to thin slices of cold sunlight. The late autumn air is sharp and crisp. It’s carrying the scent of wet, dying leaves; it stirs a strange feeling inside you, a mix of melancholy and restless hunger for something more. An adventure, perhaps... or something darker.

And why not? You’re young, curious and like everything weird and unusual. For you anything out there is a story, and this one could be a story about the unfortunate abandoned hospital at the end of a broken road. Folks say this place is haunted, but maybe no one’s ever dared to find out for sure. You're certain it is time for you to solve this mystery for good.

You ease your way inside. The door gives a long, miserable creak as it opens, as if it hasn’t been touched in decades. The paint, once green, is almost gray now; it hangs in shreds, peeling off the wood like dead skin. The air in the hallway hits you, stale and thick, smelling of dust and something sour. You pull out your flashlight, clicking it on with a soft snap, and the narrow beam cuts through the dark, scanning over pockmarked walls and the occasional room. But, of course, you don't see anything but empty beds, rusty buckets, piles of ragged fabric left to rot. No signs of ghosts or ghouls - or anything remotely interesting, for that matter.

You explore for ten minutes, maybe more, telling yourself you’ll see something any second now. But after the seventh empty room, you start to think there's no mystery at all. Pretty expectable, isn't it? Or what, did you really think you’d find anything but dust, broken glass, and busted syringes? With a sigh, you turn to go, shaking your head.

You take a step into the hallway, flashlight slicing through the shadows, and that’s when you hear it: a low, dry crrrk-crrrk. At first, you think it’s the old building settling. But then it comes again, irregular and jittery, like static: crick-crack, crick-crick-crack. The sound’s sharper now, that unmistakable staccato of a Geiger counter ticking.

Your heart beats faster. You swing the flashlight in the direction of the noise, but there’s nothing there, just the same hollow walls and chipped paint. Crick-crack-crick. Louder now, closer... For a sick, sinking moment, you wonder if there’s something radioactive buried here, and shake your head in disbelief.

"It doesn’t make any sense," you think. "I don’t even have a Geiger counter." But your mind, stubborn as a mule, wrestles to make sense of the nonsense, to catalog that weird crackle and shove it into some drawer that fits. Maybe you’re just hearing things? The building is old, there could be some pipes. It's always the pipes that make the most uncanny noises.

But the thing making that sound... it doesn’t care whether you understand or not.

You run forward, not watching where you're stepping, and a rusty bucket clatters across the floor. You fumble as your flashlight slips from your hand, the beam ricocheting off the walls and scattering shadows like startled birds. You crouch to retrieve it, fingers scrambling over the filthy, dusty tiles. And that’s when you see it, illuminated by the flashlight laying on the floor.

Feet.

They're human, but wrong. Slightly translucent - and shot through with slowly swirling masses of black and red liquid, twisting just under the skin. You look upward, and you make out the outline of a woman in a tattered, filthy hospital gown. Her body consists of that liquid, contained within the thin walls of her grayish skin. Everywhere but her head. It looks like an MRI scan, flickering between 2D and 3D, a nightmare too strange for your eyes to comprehend. Empty white orbs stare down at you, soulless and wide. She has no lips, but her mouth peels back, revealing a row of long, black teeth: it almost looks like a smile. She leans in, and before you can scream, rushes towards you - and the world plunges into darkness.

...You wake up in your own bed, the morning light spilling through the curtains. What a horrible nightmare you just had! Head feels so heavy, it hurts with this annoying, pulsating, throbbing pain deep within your brain. You feel feverish. You got sick, perhaps? It would explain the dream, so realistic - and so ephemeral at the same time.

With a sigh, you brush your palm through your hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep... but your fingers snag on something. A clump of hair. You pull it free, bewildered. Since when have you started balding? Confusion morphs into unease as you glance down at the skin of your hand, red and sunburn. Sunburn in October? In this area?

"I should definitely see a doctor," you think, an anxious knot tightening in your stomach. "But not in this abandoned hospital." Nervous chuckle escaped your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down with this silly joke. "I will never go there again, whether it's a dream or not."

…At least, you thought so. -- More spooky art here and here

[incognitopolls]

*Not counting routine checkups or normal doctor's visits– this is asking about serious illness, injury, etc where you were in a bed.

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