#hospital /

[brokenlegcast]

[nicklasmuller]

As polish scenes gain a lot of recognition in the recent hours, I want to contribute with this great hidden gem.

From the short movie 4.13 do Katowic

[funeral]

Royal Glasgow Infirmary

[mommypurple]

Hi all. Tutoy is ready to be discharged by Wednesday (thank God!) however, they still have to settle a pile of balance due to the medicines prescribed to him during the whole duration of his admission. He needs to settle at least $600 to be discharged. Thank you for all the shares, reblogs, and donations. From our $500 target, we're increasing it to $600. Tutoy's mother was in charity institutions the whole afternoon, asking for help and there's no assurance yet if she'd be granted with ANY amount from them. If you can spare a dollar or two to them, please please help them. This is an urgent plea. An emergency. Please. Please. Help them. Thank you!

$20/600

Hello everyone! So this is one of those emergency posts that I need to do. The kid in these pictures has hydrocephalus. They are asking for help for the continued medication, checkups, and surgery to reduce the fluid in his brain, and hopefully live longer. I believe this is a very urgent call for help so please, if you can see this, please share and reblog.

Their weekly expenses for his medication ranges from $1000-$2000, depending on the child's situation.

He his waitlisted for 2 years now for his surgery in a public hospital so they are hoping that if they can raise funds immediately for his surgery, they would choose to pay instead of waiting longer with no assurance.

For donations, you may send them here:

Gcash:

P@ypal

Ko-fi

Thank you very much! I'll keep you posted. 🙏🏼

[samoirax]

Ah shit, here we go again. More info in the post and on the following page:

Was forced out of the previous hospital by my parents. So now stuck in another. Need the same sum to afford the fee. This time, it's not entrance. It's simply not reimbursed. So I'm thinking of going back into the previous one in one week. I'm very close to beating my depression and the previous clinic was doing a great job. I needed more time. The new one is too expensive. So I cut all contact with my family and am ready to finish what I started. Any help would be immensely appreciated and rewarded!

Thank you all, take care and have a great day!

[nayeoniz]

lowkey wanna get hospitalized <3

[bebx]

illustration of an ice pick lobotomy

[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.

[coloradoabdl]

The incontinence diaries, hospital additionI don't know how this one never made it on here🙈🤷🏽‍♂️

[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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[supernaturalsuperhero]

My husband works at a pediatric hospital and today he turned to walk out of a patient's room only to find a life size cut out of Dean Winchester on the door. He responded to the situation by saying "Hello Dean." I'm so proud of him

[crawfishcomic]

Revenge