#hospital talk

[loudestcloud]

So I'm about to have awake sedation tomorrow and I'm worried about what I always call 'the pug thing' happening.

When pug dogs come out of surgery, they have to pull the air tube out of their airways and as they wake up, the first thing they do is cry. This is because they can't breath again and you just showed them that with that tube, they could. You just showed them a glimpse of a pain free life.

I am disabled. I have always been worried that I'll go under for a surgery and the pain meds will be wonderful and my body will be relaxed and my joints won't hurt and then it'll fade and I'll know what it's like for the first time in my whole life. I don't want to know.

This isn't even a surgical thing, it's just a tube down my throat, but I'll still get painkillers better than I've ever had before and I'm so scared for them to go away. I don't care about the procedure too much and I really hope they find something so I can get a little help for that but I just don't want to know what life is supposed to be like.

[vanweezer]

not to be all singing killed my grandma but ever since my first time in the psych ward as a kid i can like never Ever watch the superbowl the same. i like when my parents go to the bar or whoevers house to watch it. i like seeing my friends celebrate. but for some reason it puts me back to just. lying on an ez chair pretending it was a bed. sweating through my clothes with all the lights on. the loud tv. scaring myself awake when its really just nightly check ins. its so weird. i always expect the feeling to curl its way back on the day. it goes without saying i dont care for many sports. it also goes without saying that i love when those i love are happy. its just disorienting

[syntheticpaperd0ll]

happy pride to everyone and all, but specifically happy pride to those of us who:

are disabled in any way

are struggling with their health

are chronically ill in any way

are struggling financially

have oppressive families/environments

can't celebrate pride in general

are, have been or will be in hospital at any time this pride month

are bedridden, couchridden, anything like that

are or have been suicidal

you all deserve a good month, and a good life at that <3 i love you, happy pride!

[uozlulu]

So last month we got this notice from the doctor's office that she's moving to the next town over so everyone's got to change their appointments or you'll lose them. They wouldn't call me back because somehow my cellphone was listed as the default number to call which I never want because my voicemail won't work properly.

Anyway, I lost my appointment. Then they rescheduled me for Thursday. I get online to reschedule it yesterday and find out I don't have an appointment for Jan 25, 2024 but for January 24, 2025 (wtf)

So I canll them today and start out all "I need to move my Thursday appointment because I'm sick," and they're like "I don't see a Thursday appointment, but I see a Friday appointment for the 26th, do you think you might make that one?" and it's like no, friends, I will not I'm still congested.

So now I don't get to have my physical until September (bleh), but I did score a med refill appointment for Feb (yay)

[writinandcrying]

I had to do a medical procedure today and had anesthesia for the first time, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to go under the effect of it, I’d like to talk about some of my highlights according to my aunt

I bonded with a girl doing crochet at the patient waiting era, I said I loved crochet and did it too but I could only make one long piece and called it a “Barbie rug”

I poked 2 people next to me (I don't know who they were) To ask if everything was okay (they were also under the effect of anesthesia) and I remember that I got up to catch those hanging blood thingies (idk the name in English for that) for one of them, they weren’t taking anything but wanted to hold it none of the less, I stood up and took one when the nurse wasn’t looking LMAO

I didn't want to leave without hugging and saying goodbye to my nurse

Chief nurse: “who’s the nurse? Do you know their name?”

Me: “no, I know she had a baby in her forties and doesn’t have any wrinkles in her face, can I hug her goodbye?”

(I did not find the nurse and didn’t hug them goodbye which made me super sad tbh)

I asked for a cup of Coca Cola more than 3 times and got upset once again when there wasnt any. At a hospital.

there’s a bubblegum brand in my country that sells sort of like a little cup with several flavored type of gums in it, apparently my aunt had it in her car and according to her I held it close to my chest/heart the whole way to my place and told her repeatedly how much I love tutti-frutti bubblegum (I do love it a lot LOL)

When I got home I accidentally dropped a whole bowl of salad (whoopsie) and wanted to eat the bubblegum’s with regular food

Feed my dog ground beef with a spoon cuz it was “too hot” for her

If you ever feel afraid of doing anything that requires anesthesia, don’t worry!! you literally don’t… idk you don’t see anything happening? I was afraid I would wake up during the exam, i remember asking “will it take long to have an effect on me?” And the next thing I remember was the nurse saying “oh the procedure is already over :)” you can’t even recall falling asleep, and Literally going through the aftermath is so freaking fun lmao

[faofinn]

So I (Ev) have this thing that whenever we have Sicktember or Whumptober or literally any writing challenge, I end up in hospital. I've been here since Friday and Sicktember is fast approaching, whumptober prompts have just been released, and I'm staring at the same four walls going mad with zero inspo.

I feel sorry for Shiv, my long suffering partner, and partner in crime. Nothing ever changes, and it's not disappointed (in terms of consistency, I'm very disappointed in my health) us in the four years we've known each other.

Maybe next year, my body will understand that just because the boys get whumped, I don't need to be too.

...i doubt it...

[doyouevermakeasound]

Febuwhump Prompt Day 9: Voice Loss CW: Post-surgery talk, aspiration, hospital talk, vomiting mention

A/N: Admittedly, this one is going to hit closer to home since I’ve got a paralyzed vocal cord.  So, here ya go.  It’s a little more real whump than fictional whump but good to write down. 

The worst was the inability to yell for help.  The fear of being so close to everyone but being silenced, not by a gag, but your own body failing you was something they thought that they would never experience.  Now it was their reality.

How do you deal with your voice being snatched away like that?  How do you go to work once you’re recovered and find your limits have drastically changed?

Some spoke to them in a whisper back.  They were only mirroring what they heard.

Some got frustrated with them.  Speaking took longer.  It took breath that leaked away easily.

They grew increasingly uncomfortable even going out to order food.  If it was loud at the restaurant they relied on others to order for them.  For someone who tried to be independent, it hurt.  

Eating came with its own challenges.  Having aspirated once, the fear stood at the back of their mind.  They were alone when they had aspirated the first time and it was terrifying.  They gasped for air in between bouts of vomiting and coughing.  When they finally had the ability to catch their breath, they laid on the bathroom floor, not even crying because that brought their own challenges after their surgery.

Losing their voice took something from them.  It made them frustrated.  It made them anxious.  It made them depressed.  It made them feel vulnerable.

Vulnerable. 

@febuwhump

[talkfastromance4]

My grandma is back in the ER again. Please send healing thoughts and/prayers her way if you feel inclined🩷

[jevsterchester]

Hello, everyone

It takes a lot for me to ask for help, but even though I'm a little scared I would still like to just kinda toss my hat on the floor and ask for a favor.

As some of you may know, two weeks ago my mom got gravely ill to the point that she had to be hospitalized.

Every single day I went over to the hospital and stayed with her all day to make sure she was doing well and to stay informed.

She had me jotted down as her personal caretaker and decision maker so I didn't go to work at all these past 2 weeks, almost three now @v@

I had some financial help from my family and also thankfully had quite a bit in my savings as well.

Driving back and forth, bills, and eating out did kinda help lower what I had saved up though, hehe;;

Even though she has been discharged from the hospital, she still has difficulty walking without support, let alone being able to like, cook and do other basic necessities, so I'm going to stay with her until she can at least manage that much.

I don't know how long this will take- at the rate she's recovering probably not that long but still, rather than let it get to a bad point I'd like to ask now for some financial help.

I'm...very embarrassed, and I know it's silly, but really if any of you can donate something, that would help a lot.

I'll be opening up commissions soon too when I feel a little more mentally stable so if you want to wait for that as well that's okay.

Thank you so much for...well, everything.

JevsterChester's Ko-fi

[uozlulu]

Just because you're chronically ill doesn't mean you go to the ER or hospital regularly about it. Either due to financial costs or the nature of your chronic condition(s).

For the purposes of this poll, do NOT count the following:

Your own birth (unless there were complications/urgent concerns)

Routine check-ups or scheduled-in-advance appointments that just happened to be at a hospital

Visiting or accompanying someone else to the hospital

Use your discretion as to whether to count visits to urgent care.

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[tony-andonuts]

Update before I leave again

In the ER right now bc I'm finally having physical withdrawal symptoms (along with unberable anxiety and delusional episodes, idk if I'm just gonna be given meds n sent home after this liver test or if Im gonna be sent to rehab but I've been telling everyone (except the doctor i just realised FUCK) that they CANNOT tell my mom that I'm an alcoholic

[sevenoctober7]

Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸

[noccolibroccoli]

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

[totghostly]

Bleeds so so sadly. I hate bloodwork, my arm hurts 😞

[uozlulu]

The muse handed me a plot point that if I chose to use it will likely make this fic even longer and brings up some key questions so time for a fic ramble before bed so hopefully I know what to do in the morning

Okay so in this fic, I needed a bad guy to help bring things together. So I decided that all the creepy places like Francis' lab, the electrolysis tank, Laura's cloning lab, etc...all get their equipment from another universe that I called 112-Z. I'm on Wade 9, and I have just Logan 10 and Wade 10 to go before I finish this fic. They've defeated the guy in charge of the multi-verse scheme. They're now tying up some loose ends for the fic in terms of Wade and Logan sharing traits after they joined consciousnesses into one consciousness during the Time Ripper event.

So I decided to help keep this fic from feeling samey to the polyship fic, I would make a lot of creepy stuff happen at the X-Mansion.

This has led me to the possibility that a scanner the X-Men have which can allow them to image Logan's insides (albeit poorly because adamanite interference) has the logo from U 112-Z on it.

Like it's a juicy plot point. I kind of like it. Were they aware of the implications? Phoenix thinks that Magneto developed the technology but maybe he didn't. What is the implications for the X-Men living there like Laura who chose to live at the mansion instead of with Logan, Wade, Althea, and Dogpool?

I mean we were already working towards a medical subplot resolution in which Logan is concerned about Laura staying there and he points out that she can be more than just an X-Men or something (haven't written this part yet, it's tentatively Logan 10). And she points out that she's aware of this and Colossus has been protecting the younger X-Men from the corruption in this universe and she's been helping him along with Yukio and Negasonic.

But that also brings up some questions too like why can't they just like make things safer? How deep does the creepiness of it all go? Is there anything that can actually actively be done about it? How much of a resolution does this part of the fic get before the end?

Like if the X-Men did accept tech from U 112-Z that doesn't necessarily imply corruption but the technology is used to analyze mutants and sometimes steal body parts that are related to their gifts (Scott's eyes in Logan's universe for example). But if they are corrupt, where is this going? How can I make this feel satisfying for the audience? Is this a direction the audience would want to go?

But then again, I am the primary audience, and I'm not completely sure which way to take it.

Honestly the Logan has cancer because of the trait swap and then getting Logan out of that situation has been one of the most difficult juggling acts of the fic. And this is kind of a part of that subplot as much as it's a part of the villain subplot because the scanner was created to analyze the previous Logan in Wade's universe.

I mean I guess in some ways this can get into the whole concept of a corruption of science, of wanting to know too much, of manipulating mutants into giving up data and parts of themselves.

Now, one way to present it is that the corruption of the X-Men and their medical manipulations is Laura's fight and not Logan's fight. But then we don't really get a resolution on it, but do we need a Resolution when we can have just a resolution?

I'm not sure. There are a lot of places I could take this and I'm not sure which way to go.

[extroadinarily-empty-headed]

I'm so sick of going to the hospital. Over and over for the same issue. The surgery the medications, none of it worked anyway. Some made it worse. Months in the making of this build up of pain.