#hospitalised

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Koisuru Keigo 24 Ji

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Urgent case 🚨

My brother Ahmed 😭in the hospital now can't breathe and in the intinsice care because of war there is no medical care and medicines.

He needs an oxygen machine to be able to breathe

Unfortunately, in the hospital there is no treatment for my little son, and I am very afraid for him. Please, save my little son’s life by donating as much as you can and Reblog.

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Please donate and share to save his life 🙏

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hi! i am very sorry, but i am not able to donate. i will do my best do share and spread the word about your situation. no one should have to go through this, i'm hoping you'll get into safety as soon as possible.

[alexanenylon]

i've been hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic for 5 months and it felt like floating in amniotic liquid

[maroonbreeze]

Will it be a good dream or a nightmare?

I have health issue. A case that only happens to 1 in 100,000 people. I hava Achalasia, a rare disorder that affects the esophagus. I have trouble swallowing, usually feels like the food is stuck when i'm eating or drinking water. Sometimes I will have terrible cases of food got stuck, choking, unable to get the food down down my damn esophagus and vomit it out. Sometimes, with deep, deep multiple breathing, it goes down.

So you can say that I have fear eating outside. In case, the food stucks and chokes me. It happened once when i was alone eating lunch. I got choked by chicken porridge. By porridge, soft food. It lasted for a quite long time. I was crying internally, suffering, and breathing deep enough multiple times. It took long time. Multiple times. It went down. After a long long time. I feared eating alone since that day. I do but that day traumatised me.

I had this for 2 years now. It started with acid reflux, regurgitation and reflux at late night when i'm sleeping. Then this achalasia came. I realised that i am a food lover, that i love to eat afterwards. Too late already is it? I took it for granted. My weight dropped. I went from M to S sometimes even XS. The comments that i got from outsiders, body shaming me for being skinny. Especially those who are being insecure about their large size. I got it a lot from them. They know i am sick and still they let their mouth run. My dream when i'm sleeping consists of me eating non-stop without trouble. Yes, without trouble. Without pain. But dream is just a dream right? They haunts you and show you colorful images but it is not possible. They don't know this. No. They don't have the capacity to understand this. Believe me, i tried making them to understand. That i did not want this. I hate this. I want to change this, but I can't. I can't.

The comments that I got

1. Please take my fat and all my extra skin. You need that. If you reduce it, i will give it to you again.

2. Wind would knock you off.

3. Your shirts looks big on you. (I KNOW)

4. You would look better if you put on some weight.

5. What is your hip size?

6. You should eat a lot.

7. You do not need hot air balloon. Even cold air balloon will lift you up. (this was totally degrading)

8. I will look like your mom if people sees us together outside.

9. What is your kg/weight?

10. I just want to fill up this officce space and let you eat a lot.

11. You only eat that?

12. You done eating?

13. What are you eating?

They don't know the pain i am going through. I have no problem eating, putting food in my mouth. The swallowing part is the problem. My esophagus is the problem.

And you might be wondering, whether did i get consultation from doctors yet. I did. I went to them after getting terrible acute gastritis, twice. Just because my food got stuck and i vomited that time. Man, i tell you acute gastritis is not a joke. I would not wish it for anyone. Pills did not work. Only injections did. That too for 3 days. I couldn't eat. Felt like putting rocks inside stomach. Felt thirsty but kept on vomiting it out. I'm on the verge of dehydration. I prayed after a long time to let the pain go away. For me to eat. For me to live.

Did lots of procedure afterwards. Endoscopy, barium swallow, x-rays, ct scan and manometry. Dousing nasty liquids, getting exposed to rays, getting my throat to bleed. I did it all. And doctor suggested to do a surgery called poem. They gave lots of hope. Telling me that it would cure me. I was happy. I was excited. To let my weight increase. To be healthy. To eat good food. I didn't feel scared to go under sedation. Kind of happy and relieved actually. People even asked me whether am i feeling nervous. I said no. Because i would be healthy right?

Hmm. The procedure. The surgery failed. The doctors attempted twice and my skin couldn't be lifted up. I went through a failed surgery. The 1st surgery in my life, and i wasn't lucky. It failed. I had to kept fasting for another day, a total of 48 hours so that they could do me another procedure. To check whether they had caused any holes in my esophagus while attempting the surgery. I did not eat for almost 3 days. I drank water. I was scared that my gastric would flared up. I cried while calling my mom. I rarely cry in public, but to hear that my hope got snuffed out, broked me. Tears kept falling. It flows now as well.

I was okay after that. Thinking whatever happens, happens. I could handle it. I have been eating blended food for 3 days now. Tomorow is the last days for such diet. Then i could go back to normal food. Damn, the gas trapped in my stomach was real discomfort and pain. And i'm writing this because i have a lot in my mind right now. It will go after this. A little. I read that this problem with esophagus could cause cancer. It is high risk for cancer to develop. Hahaha. What a life. I don't want to die painfully. I want to live, healthily if possible. And sometimes other thoughts, that it's okay if i die. We are humans afterall. Not everyone gets lucky. Not everyone have a healthy life. Not everyone had failed surgery. I did. I am not lucky. I am not healthy. I had a failed surgery. I want to be healthy. I want to eat without pain.

Will it be a good dream or a nightmare?

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[petitmonsieur1]

Nutrition

[faofinn]

DAY 26: forced to choose

@febuwhump

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Finn pressed his nose closer, too wolf to understand, but aware it made him feel better. His chest burned, and the line between wolf and human had long since blurred.

Fao stroked over his ears, soothing him. What he’d done - what they’d both done - had been undeniably stupid, but they’d needed to do it. They had to save Steve. He was everything. 

Soon things got more under control. The fire was dealt with, and the wolf response able to get to treating Finn. Steve was taken to hospital, Finn transported over there too. Fao tried to claim he was fine, but they were hearing none of it, and he was dragged in too. 

Finn wasn't doing great, and they were reasonably limited with what they could do while he was wolf. Which, of course, raised more issues. He wasn’t entirely compliant either, snapping out in pain and discomfort. They were stuck between a rock and a hard place: keep working on him as a wolf, with fewer resources and staff; or force the shift, possibly create more issues, but have a larger, more specialised team.

They’d insisted on keeping Fao in for observation, given how long he’d spent inside, though he wasn’t happy about it. He felt fine, just tired, though he knew Finn was worse. He wanted to go to his brother, to find out what was going on with him, but they wouldn’t let him. THey wouldn’t let him see Steve either, and so he was just sat in bed scowling at the nurses. 

In the end, they'd decided to force the shift, a mix of drugs they'd worked on over the years. Finn was far from impressed, going from reasonably pain free and settled to human and writhing on the bed. 

They moved quickly, knocking him out and tubing him in hopes to settle him. 

Of course, Sheila and Fred had been told what was going on, that both of their sons had been admitted, that they were likely going to have to force Finn to shift to better treat him. 

Fao had managed to speak to them on the phone, explain what had happened, the state the clinic had been in. They told him they were heading to the hospital now, that it wouldn’t take long, and he was glad of it. Despite his insistence that he was alright, he felt like crap, both physically and mentally. He just wanted to be with his brother, never mind how he was feeling. If he couldn’t have that, at least he’d be able to see his parents. 

Both Finn and Steve were kept in their ICU, while Fao was left in observation. When Sheila and Fred arrived, they hesitated, forced to pick and choose between their boys. In the end, they headed up to Finn, intending to spend ten minutes with their youngest before staying longer with Fao. They hoped that by having more adult presence, they might be able to break Fao out of observation and up to Finn, too. 

Fao sat waiting, feeling awful. The nurses had been fussing a bit, his obs apparently weren’t good and he needed more oxygen, which didn’t make him feel particularly good. They definitely wouldn’t let him see Finn, or Steve, and he was worried about the both of them in ICU. Nobody had told him much else than that, though Fred and Sheila had explained he was human now. He knew they were coming in, that it wouldn’t take too long for them to get there, and yet the time dragged by. They’d not appeared on the ward, not come to see him. He couldn’t lie that it hurt - he knew they’d probably gone to Finn, it made sense, but he wanted to see them. He texted them, just to see if they’d made it in okay, and then went back to trying to get some rest.

They spent a little while with Finn, but they both wanted to check on Fao. Besides, Finn wasn't going anywhere, and he was stable enough. They left Finn with a kiss on his forehead and a promise they'd bring Fao up to see him. They popped in to see Steve; they knew Fao would ask.

The ward was quiet, though the nurses checked on Fao frequently. He couldn’t settle, too uncomfortable. The anxiety was building as well. He knew both of the others who he’d been in the building with were in ICU, in the back of his mind he was worried he’d deteriorate to that point, too. He just wanted to go home, but he realised things were fairly serious.

Knocking quietly on Fao’s door, Fred pushed it open. "Hey, kid."

He looked up, and managed a smile. “Dad. I thought you weren’t coming.”

"Course we were." He headed in, straight for a hug. "I'm so glad you're alright. But if you do that shit again…I think I'll end up in hospital."

Fao hugged him back, reaching up to wrap his arms around him. “In my defence, I was actually trying to be the sensible one for once.”

"I know, I know." He held on a moment too long, Fao' calling him dad hitting harder than he'd expected. 

“How are Finn and Steve? They said ICU to me.”

"Yeah, they're both ICU. Steve's awake, but Finn’s…Finn’s been intubated because of the shift."

“Oh.”

"It's just a precaution with Finn, they couldn't get the assessments done they needed, so they didn't have a choice. They're gonna be okay though."

“Hopefully.”

"They will, and you will be too."

“I feel like shit.” He admitted.

"I bet. Pain? Or just everything?"

“Everything. My chest mostly.”

"Have they given you something for it?"

“Yeah. I’ve had a bit, it’s jus’ crappy.”

"Hopefully you won't need much more."

“Hopefully.” He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to end up in ICU.”

"It's not in the plans for you."

“I know. But it’s in the back of my mind, y’know?”

"I know."

“Glad you’re here, though.” He said softly. 

“Of course I’m here. I meant it, though. Do this again and I think me and She will actually kill you. Or you’ll kill us off.”

“I’ll try not to.” Fao said weakly. “Am I able to see Finn? Steve, too?”

“Your Mum’s just trying to charm the nurses into letting you up there. Might have to jump through a few hoops, and behave yourself, though. Just warning you now.”

“I’ll do anything.” 

“Careful, now. Don’t say anything.”

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[cristinablackthornkingson]

Reblog with the dumbest reason you've ended up in hospital, I'll go first.

I stepped on a sewing needle and the tip of it broke off in my foot so I had to have it surgicaly removed, what was meant to be a day procudre turned into a 6 day hospital stay, a trip to the ER and I have to have another surgery in like a month or two

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Saraba, Ju Yo: Keishicho Tokubetsu Ju So Han さらば、銃よ 警視庁特別銃装班

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[evansbuck-ley]

evan “love me anyway” buckley really is getting the love he’s always wanted 🥹

[this-smile-is-real]

Hi.

My name is Hannah and I am 27 years old.

I have lived with Complex PTSD and Anorexia since I was 6 years old.

Over the years I have also been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, panic disorder, Functional Neurological Disorder, Fibromyalgia, a large bowel that no longer works and Costochondritis. I have had 46 hospital admissions both medical and mental health over the past 8 years to date (date of posting is April 2024)

I require weekly psychology, dietitian,, GP and physiotherapy appts as well as weekly medication costs, and other specialist appointments frequently.

I have been on the disability pension since 2019 but that doesn’t even begin to cover half of what I require and I have thousands of bills outstanding and money required to access the supports that I need to not be in hospital every few weeks.

I so appreciate the current cost of living but would be so grateful any donation large and small so that I can begin to truly live. Believe me when I say I have exhausted every option possible to try and get on track and moving forward.

Thank you for reading x

[nootcoups]

a man of fan service

[zelda-daily]

may i request a cucco?

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