#i am actually allergic to ibuprofen-

[onegianthotmess]

Ellie, I love you, but I’m allergic to ibuprofen-

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Heyy I saw ur post asking for asks and I absolutely love ur writing + I’ve had such bad Tim brainrot so I was wondering if you could write smt abt Tim just like gradually moving into the readers home and sort of like coparenting the readers cat

Tysm if you chose to write this 🙏🏽🙏🏽

A/N: Yes I can absolutely write this for you nonny! I hope you don’t mind too much but i changed the cat to a dog because I am HORRIBLY allergic to cats and if I have to suffer my readers also must. In actuality tho I just have spent very little time around them over the years and have no clue how to realistically write owning a cat.

Tim Drake x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Reader is described as wearing makeup, canon typical injuries (Tim gets hurt on patrol), reader is described as taking care of Tim’s injuries, reader has a period, reader gets sick from her period, brief description of throwing up, reader has very painful cramps, reader takes typical cramp relieving medication (ibuprofen)

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You thanked who ever was up there that Tim and your dog got along the first time you introduced them. You hadn’t planned on doing it today, but Tim had arrived early and you weren’t going to make him wait outside simply because your dog might be territorial.

You stand nervously by Tim’s side as he reaches his hand down for your German Shepherd, Ares, to sniff carefully. He takes a few moments after smelling Tim to eye him warily before letting out a dramatic huff and retreating to his spot on the sofa to stare Tim down.

You give Tim a chaste kiss on the cheek in relief before retreating to your bedroom to finish getting ready, “Make yourself at home Tim, I’ll be ready in just a few minutes!” You call over your shoulder as you close your door.

After you had finished your makeup and threw your wallet and a few other necessities into your bag in a rush you exit your room and just before you can call out to Tim to let him know that you’re now ready you see him seated on the opposite side of the couch from Ares.

Well, maybe saying they got along was a bit of a lie. They weren’t truly getting along so much as Ares wasn’t trying to fight Tim, and was even letting him sit near him. A miracle for your reactive dog.

“Tim?” You call out gently, not wanting to break the moment too harshly. At the sound of your voice Ares gets up and runs to your side like you were returning from war. You lean down to scratch in-between his ears as Tim approaches you much more calmly, a gentle smile on his face.

“You look amazing babe.” He mummers softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently, Ares whining in contempt at your attention being stolen.

“You ready to go?” You prompt gently, at Tim’s nod you take his hand and lead him toward the door, Ares right on your heels, whining like you were committing a most horrible crime.

As you exit your apartment and nudge Ares’ snout inside from where he was trying to follow you, you’re taken aback when suddenly Tim reaches forward and gently pats Ares on the top of the head, mumbling a soft “I’ll bring her back soon buddy.”

To your shock Ares doesn’t seem to mind the gesture, and as you finally get your front door closed and move to leave your apartment building your mind keeps drifting back to the sweet interaction with one thought repeatedly popping up in your mind, “Is it to early to be thinking about marriage?”

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You love Tim, it’s something that you had realized early on in your relationship, but you swear he’s going to send you to an early grave with the amount of stress he puts you through. Almost every night for the last two weeks he’d shown up on your fire escape battered and bruised beyond recognition. The first time he’d done it you had to put Ares in his crate and throw a blanket over it, scared he was going to try and attack Tim with how he was growling and putting his haunches up.

By tonight however he’s grown used to the nightly intrusions, as he contents himself with watching you patch Tim up from his spot on the couch. You’re standing between Tim’s spread legs as he sits on the couch in front of you, running your hands up and down his bare arms carefully, checking for any other injuries he might’ve not told you about but mainly reassuring yourself that he’s here, and he’s okay. This is the worst shape he’s ever come to you in and you have to be sure that you haven’t missed anything.

Seemingly reading your mind he softly mutters, “I’m not going anywhere.” His hands find your hips as you stand between his spread legs. You vaguely realize that he’s gazing up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. “I promise.” He whispers, leaning forward to bury his face in your stomach.

You run your fingers through his hair, trying your best to detangle it from his night of crime fighting. “You know I’ll always be here for you.” You begin, “But you have got to take better care of yourself.” You can’t help but gaze at the canvas of his ribs, pale skin mottled with shades of blue and black. His arms are covered in cuts, a number of which you had to stitch up. You hated how steady your hands were getting with that damned needle.

He lets out an ambiguous groan and tightens his hold on your hips, when he speaks you can barely hear him from where his mouth is pressed against your shirt. “‘M sorry.” He mummers.

You let out a sigh and tip your head back to stare at your ceiling as you tangle your hands in his hair. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You sigh softly. “Just careful.”

After a moment you gently pull him to stand and begin guiding him to your bedroom with a hand on his back, which he lets you do wordlessly. You move to your bed and begin gently pushing him to sit.

He lets you push him, offering no resistance as he turns himself to lean against your pillows, poorly concealing a wince as his stitches pull and scrape against the bed. You watch him with a concerned furrow in your brow. “One second.” You mummer, side-stepping Ares, who had silently followed you into your bedroom.

You move to your dresser and pull out a change of clothes for him. He had started to keep clothes at your apartment after several instances of him spending the night as Red Robin and not having any civvies on hand for the next morning.

Tim lets out a grunt of displeasure when he sees you have one of his t-shorts and a pair of shorts in hand. “What? You don’t like me in just my boxers?” He says with a smirk of his face that has no right being that attractive when you can’t do anything about it.

You let out a groan and throw them on top of your dresser reluctantly as you go to sit next to his reclined body. “I just don’t want you to get cold.” You mummer, leaning forward to gently kiss his cheek.

“I’m not that fragile.” He says with a soft laugh, leaning into your touch eagerly.

You lay down next to him and drape your arm across his chest, being careful to avoid his injuries as he gingerly wraps one of his arms around your shoulders. “You’re not doing any work tomorrow night or the next.” You say bluntly as you gaze at his injuries, a firm look on his face.

Tim sighs and gets a vaguely guilty look on his face. “Babe I would if I could but Bruce-“

You sit up just enough to give him a firm glare, one that he knows better than to argue with. “If Bruce gives you shit for not going out and risking your life while seriously injured I’m kicking his fucking ass.” You practically growl, leaning forward slightly to get your point across.

Tim rolls his eyes and lets out a grating sigh as you lay back down against him. “I’d pay money to see you fight Bruce.” He mumbles tiredly.

“If he tries to make you go out tomorrow you’re getting your wish.” You say. The moment is cut-off however when Ares jumps up on your bed and curls over your feet, and much to your shock, Tim’s as well. When you turn to give him a surprised smile he is already dead asleep.

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You can’t believe yourself, honestly you can’t. How the hell did you manage to get sick right before Tim was supposed to get back from his mission? You let out a soft whine as you finish puking your guts up and double check that the toilet flushes properly. You lean back slightly and attempt to orient yourself. You get your period every week and yet still you haven’t managed to master the art of not letting it beat your ass.

You look over at Ares’ soft whine, he’s seated himself at the bathroom door and is watching you carefully to make sure you’re okay. He only abandons his post at the sound of the window opening, loud barks and whines making his excitement clear to anyone who knows him. You curse yourself quietly as you force yourself to stand and grab your toothbrush from its spot next to Tim’s, quickly plopping a generous amount of toothpaste on it and shoving it in your mouth. You hope Ares distracts Tim long enough for you to attempt to hide the evidence of your monthly illness.

You quicken your movement at the sound of Tim calling your name. Spitting out your toothpaste and quickly rinsing out your mouth at the sound of him approaching. As he peers around the doorframe to gaze at you lift your arms and smother him in a hug which he eagerly returns. “I missed your pretty boy.” You say blearily as you run your hands over his shoulders and down his back, checking him over for injuries.

He lets out a soft, tired laugh against your neck at the nickname, his muscles slowly but surely relaxing at the feeling of you finally with him again. You squeeze him around his middle gently, being mindful of any potential injuries as Ares lets out a whine at being ignored and swats Tim’s armor covered leg with his paw. Tim huffs out a laugh and pulls back from you, crouching down to Ares’ height and letting him lick his face where his domino mask was a moment prior.

You watch the scene affectionately when suddenly you feel a drop in your stomach, you rub your hand over your uterus to try and ignore the feeling but a moment later you’re gripping the sink in pain and letting out a low groan. Tim stands up quickly, his hands finding your shoulders and straightening you up just enough for him to look you over.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He asks you quickly. You move the hand you were gripping the sink with to wave him off dismissively only to be shown that was a stupid idea when your cramps double in intensity and you nearly fall to the ground in pain, only held up by Tim desperately grabbing you by the armpits and lifting you into a bridal hold.

He moves you so quickly you barely have time to register what’s happening before he is lowering you down on your bed, running a hand over your forehead soothingly to clear any hairs that were sticking due to sweat. “Have you taken any medicine for it yet?” He asks in a soothing mummer.

When you give him a confused glance through the pain he offers you an explanation despite the slight pink now tinting his cheeks. “You were due for your period, and you were brushing your teeth when I arrived which indicates you threw up which is typical for you on the first day of your period. Plus you sent Ares to come greet me instead of doing so yourself.” At the sound of his name Ares invites himself onto your bed, lying over your legs and resting his head over your uterus defensively. You and Tim both instinctively move to scratch in-between his ears.

“So uh-“ Tim clears his throat. “Should I go get you some ibuprofen?” He asks meekly.

You grab his hand a place a reassuring kiss to the back of it. “Would you please baby?” You soothe.

Tim gives you a firm nod and moves to do so, Ares lets out a soft whine when Tim leaves the room but doesn’t move from his spot on you. Tim returns a moment later, a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand and a glass of water in his other. He sets both on your nightstand before carefully counting out your desired amount of ibuprofen, handing it to you, and carefully tipping a mouthful of water into your mouth once you go to swallow them.

“Thank you.” You say as you attempt to relax against your bed. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” Tim quips, smirking at you as you roll your eyes playfully, he leans forward to press a kiss to the center of your forehead. He lingers a moment before pulling back to look at you, at the lack of eye-contact he hesitates a moment before asking, “What’s wrong baby? Are you in pain?”

You shift uncomfortably for a moment, causing Ares to grumble, before muttering out, “I’m sorry you have to take care of me.”

Tim balks at your words and grabs both of your hands securely, shuffling closer from where he was sitting by your reclined form to press your forms together gingerly. “Don’t say that baby,” he soothes “I’ll always take care of you.”

You shake your head softly, trying to suppress the tears you feel coming to your eyes. “Wanted to take care of you.” You mutter, avoiding his concerned look, “I was so excited for you to get back.”

Tim holds your face and gently wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “You always take care of me baby, it’s the least I can do to take care of you once in a while.” He all but whispers, pressing your foreheads together.

Suddenly Ares is also attempting to press his face against yours, nosing his way in front of Tim’s and licking your face eagerly, causing you to giggle and Tim to let out an offended sound at his spot being stolen.

“See?” Tim says after a moment of Ares’ enthused licking. “Even Ares wants to take care of you.”

You shake your head with a soft sigh as Ares finally calms down, moving to protect your feet and let Tim take over soothing you once more. “My boys.” You mutter gently, giving Tim an affectionate look.

“All yours.” Tim confirms, moving forward to press a soft kiss against your lips. “Always.”

[laguezze]

PAC: A letter you're meant to receive

I'm baaaaack~ (kinda) (pretty casually, life's been tough)

As always here are the rules:

Minors DNI

Don't take everything to heart, this is a general reading! Take what resonates!

It's honest, I don't sugarcoat. If you're not liking what you read, keep scrolling! It may not be for you or you may not be ready for that message yet!

Let's take a look at the piles!!!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

Let's go!

Pile 1

Signs this may be for you: unicorn, South Korea , the letter S, Squirrels, Love, Skydiving, birthday, anniversary, 12, 6, 16, 2006, 2001, 2026, 1970s, Billie Eilish, John Lennon, glasses.

Dear ____,

How could you think I'm not proud of you? How could you think that minor thing you did would erase all the love I feel for you? It doesn't. I don't think anything can at this point. You're human, you're allowed to make mistakes. And while I do still think you need help, you're still doing your best, even though you don't feel like it. You're trying and I see that. You're wonderful and magical and although your light is dimmed at the moment, I know there's a bright sun under that blanket of darkness you're currently holding over your head. Everything will be ok. Have you ever not gotten a resolution to your conflict? Trust me. You're going to be fine. Let yourself be, enjoy the people around you, breathe. Treat your life like you treat your dreams. Be as excited as you can. You're alive! And while you are not responsible for this darkness that has been placed upon you, you are the only one that can take it off. I understand it's difficult, but you can do it. You're tired of fighting, but you're not just anyone. You're a legend. Legends don't have it easy. Go get them.

Pile 2

Signs this may be for you: Harry Styles, Fashion school, blood drives, nurse, 😜, smoke, laughter, blonde, blue eyes, "that boy is mine", 0%, Rihanna, water, rain, Hawaii, Jumping, Rave, Cindy, the letter C, N, and A. Numbers 5, 8, and 30, AMANDA.

Hello, it's been a while.

How are you?

This is awkward, you probably didn't expect to hear from me. I have been okay, I honestly can't stop thinking about us and how it ended. It pains me to think that you left with the impression that I didn't care. I do. I did. I just want to let you know that in another life, maybe we should try again. I don't have much to say, I'm not sure why I feel so compelled to tell you this. It's so basic. I'm being channeled right now (ok aware) and it's weird because it shouldn't be this deep but I really wanted to come through and say sorry. And say that I know you miss me and I do too. And one day we will reunite and we might be able to show our love then. Sorry it ended that way. Sorry that was the last you knew of me. I think of you each day, I dream of you each night.

Pile 3

Signs this may be for you: YES GIRL, happy, cheerful, spaghetti, squash, "I'm allergic", ibuprofen, love is in the air, matchmaker, fruits, VSCO, musically, Harmony, dating apps, Jenna, Lisa, "I stan", Twitter account, laughs, pigs, 25, 23, 2022, 2001, 2000, Beyonce.

Wow, am I impressed with you,

Not only are you grown and beautiful, you're also such a good person. I'm immensely proud of you. You're doing exactly what you need to, you're living life to the fullest and I am here for it. Remember our trips to the beach? I miss you. You should call more often. I love that you're meeting new people and having fun but sometimes I need to see you and hear from you. Please call me from time to time. I know I may seem clingy, but I just miss your presence. I also don't know when I'll actually see you next, you've become so unexpected and exciting. I love you, that's why I need to hear from you. Tell me everything, I'll listen. I'm here for you and I want what's best. Come back from time to time. Please. That's the only thing I ask of you at this time. I can't say this to you normally, you'd get uncomfortable. But please listen and take this opportunity. Let's talk more often! I wanna be part of your life again! 🥰

Hope it resonates! 💕

[prince-liest]

I didn't understand what people meant when they said that the patients where I've done medical school and am doing residency are "very sick," and I'm starting to realize that this is because I haven't actually had context for practicing medicine in a location where patients are less sick, and it is not in fact all that average to think, "It's a good day when I have a patient with a functioning liver and kidneys!" or be pleasantly surprised when I don't have to list "type 2 diabetes mellitis, hypertension, hyperlipidemia, chronic kidney disease stage X, heart failure (of some sort)" on the chart's problem list just, like, at default baseline, with a side of chronic opioid use and/or intravenous drug abuse.

On the other hand, those same people were correct: it's making me better at treating all of those things and handling comorbidities really quick!

One of the big things I keep running into is pain management, because three common things for me to see are liver disease and kidney failure. To simplify it a lot, liver disease precludes the use of acetamniphen/Tylenol, and kidney failure precludes the use of ibuprofen/NSAIDs. There are other pain treatment medications, but I have less experience with them, and they tend to either be for more specific/adjuvant uses (like lidocaine, the gabas, antidepressants, steroids) or opioids... and I've literally seen two patients in the past week who had to get Narcan for opioid overuse.

On the other hand, obviously people in the hospital often have very legitimate reasons to be in pain and we don't want to leave them that way. But it's a hard line to walk when the family is asking questions like "Why is dad not getting enough pain medication?" and "Why is dad talking to the walls about his days in the war?" or when you get people pulling shenanigans like, "I'm allergic to Tylenol, give me Norco instead!" (Hint: Look up what the main ingredient in Norco is.)

Thank you, on-call pharmacy. :'))))

Another thing I'm quickly becoming relieved about is patients who are...not jerks, I guess? It feels not great to put it that way because generally being in the hospital is an extremely poor time for anyone, but also, it sucks when a solid 1/3 of my patients are actively ornery to everyone who tries to work with them for whatever reason (altered mental status, depression, being in pain, general anger issues, drug withdrawal). Shoutout to the folks actively working together with me to help them get better.

Anyway, the hospital is very tiring. Surely the emergency department I'm going to next will - nah, I can't even pretend to finish that joke.

YOLO! I am really enjoying how much and how quickly I'm learning! Despite the crazy hours this is definitely a drastic improvement on medical school in terms of actually enjoying the work.

[padawansuggest]

Hi! I really enjoy your fic ideas and writing, do you have an ao3 where i can find more at, or a tag i can look through? The latest post about the star wars/ trek cross over is really good! I enjoyed the humour of how the characters were confused by each others abilities, its great. and i saw that you also write for stargate, which i also enjoy alot, so its really cool that your making fun and interesting crossovers with them. Hope you have a good day!

This is sorta the nicest way someone has told me they love my ideas. I get the ‘I love your AUs’ comments all the time, and they always make me warm, but I love being told exactly what someone likes about them. So, answer first: I just put a tag on this post that says ‘my fics’ click and follow that, that will show you actual fics that I have posted on AO3. If for some reason you can’t find the link, the username is Bam4Me

Answer the longer; I will warn you, I don’t post a link here to everything that I write so you can still go there and see what you like, but also, I don’t stick just random ideas I’m not working on or actively posting/posted to in that link. So I have a million ideas but if something is there I’m either close to finishing and about to post soon, or already have.

A deeper explanation: this is so sweet of you to say. For my entire life I’ve dealt with disabilities, and in the past six or so months, I have written and posted more than I have in the past four years. What’s changed is that I’m sorta dealing with a lot lately and it’s given me a lot of sitting time. Lol. Frankly it’s been a major help lately (I am, at this moment, trying to shallow breathe through a very painful infection that is fighting tooth and nail to stay in my face it’s so painful I wanna die but this ask cheered me up so much that I’m able to think of something else) and so I’ve thrown myself back into writing, and I have actually been typing up stories that I had/have had ideas for years ago and still love now, as well as random ones that come to my head now.

And I’m actually really excited about that. Like I have been looking through old posts (I only tag my own work or art/meta/ideas that I TRULY don’t want to forget, so what I do is that sometimes you’ll see a blank post with nothing but tags on my blog… yeah that’s me trying to look for a specific post by tag hopping because it’s fastest and most reliable on mobile) and giving new life to AUs years old and adding ideas I didn’t think of when I wrote them. Rarely do I really stray from them.

So. If you truly love an AU I just posted, and you tell what you like most about it, it typically makes the time till I actually get to writing it a lot faster than some.

I just. I just woke up from the nicest nap (because of Benadryl lmao I’m so tired still) because of the WORST swelling (because of that darn infection that I’m hoping these antibiotics take care of soon it’s so painful they had to give me oxy cause I’m allergic to acetaminophen lolllll it hurts so bad I’m rubbing topical nsaids on it and downing ibuprofen and gabapentin it’s so bad) and this ask as well as a few comments I got otherwise, have absolutely made my day. I’m happy; and I love writing and this is very nice. Thank you.

[queerlilchinchin]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog :)

(and if it's not your thing, no need to do it of course!)

((sorry to bother if it isn't XD;))

Huh, how'd I miss this??

3 facts, hmm? Let me think.

I'm only 5'2. 🤔

I love to sing and am told I sound really good but I rarely actually like how I sound.

I'm allergic to Ibuprofen.

[torchstelechos]

ime having problems so i looked up things to like make sure id be using the most effective stuff for whats going on so i dont puke rjghr. and i looked up the xommon stuff thats taken when feeling bad for literally the first time ever and i learnee soke thing ! such as um tylenol! you can at any time taking it develop horrible rashes red skin and also it can peel off! and this can happen anytime you take it! even if you have never had that happend before!!!! fucked!!!!!!!!

and and ibuprofen. it was very insistint on. thefact that it can damage intestines and stomach. almost oddly insistent.

Yeeahhhhh the tylenol one... YEAAHH;;;;;;; it sucks ass!! It really does!!! I am allergic and I had to go home one time because I was breaking out badly because of it (didnt know at the time). Also you NEVER take tylenol when drinking, NEVER. Not even if its the next morning! You wait a full 24 hours after that last drink before you take tylenol or else you can die, very badly!!!!!!!

Oh yeah theres an upper limit before certain medications will become deadly poisons lol, most over the counter stuff can be evil if your not careful about dosage. When in doubt, take the bare minim, and if you find yourself going over the minim over a long period of time you tell your doctor!!! Medicine will fuck you up!!!

As your local poison enthusiast, let me tell ya, most poisons can actually be very helpful medications before hitting a certain threshold and then it becomes the things you see in murder mysteries lol

[frogsandfries]

I have a migraine.

I cannot take Excedrin because I am now allergic to ibuprofen NSAIDs (less allergic to naproxen but really, what does that actually mean).

There's no made coffee because I keep forgetting.

At least I got the comforter out of the wash into the drier in the same day.

The puppy hasn't been out since his bullet sprint last night because I didn't know there were other harnesses in the house that he hadn't chewed through.

He won't stop SHRIEKING. It is awful without a migraine. I can't size the harness because I'm in fucking pain and pain eats up my patience and he won't just. Fucking. SIT.

My sister is, understandably stressed about money. The mortgage is expensive. The utilities add up pretty quickly. She can't get to work consistently; she doesn't seem to have or be able to use any PTO. And I quit my job, which on the one hand, she's grateful she doesn't have to hear my brain seize up into a mass of stress and anxiety, which I'm sure is a load off. On the other hand, understandably, I'm not earning money so I'm not contributing to the financial goals of the household.

I found a driving school that I should be able to work with because I really can no longer afford to go without and I need a driving instructor who isn't feeding my anxiety by instructing me anxiously.

I still have to get over to the DMV, whether it's just for up-to-date ID or for a driver's permit or for work. All of it. With some proper ID, I can definitely get some cash flow going on.

Anyway, I've gotten fuck all done today because I'm just in fucking pain. I'm going to try one more time to take the dog out before I just call it and go to my office.

[hey-its-puddlesock]

This user is actually secretly planning to kill me and that’s why the locket is shaped like a coffin (I am allergic to ibuprofen)

my coffin shaped locket is the perfect size to fit one singular ibuprofen

[requiemforarainbow]

Trying to write with chronic pain flares is...interesting. Under a cut for talk of unknown illness/pain and personal shit.

Follow my NaNo 2023 journey: https://nanowrimo.org/participants/jordan-a-wruck

So the last week of September, I started to have a small pain in my lower right abdomen. It started at about a 2/10 - just a tiny little "oh, that feels weird. Huh." I originally chalked it up to muscle pain because I'm a side sleeper, and my right side is the normal side I get comfy on.

October 2nd. Pain was still there and increased to about a 6-7/10. Immediately got me in to my doctor's Internal Medicine side to see a doc. She ordered bloodwork and an ultrasound. Promised me results in 24 hours.

October 3rd. Doc hadn't called with results by close of business. Meanwhile, the pain spiked to a 9/10. ER TIME! (I HATE the hospital, so for me to say "let's go to the hospital" it has to HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER. Last time that happened it turned out to be my gallbladder.)

ER visit took.... 7 hours. 7 FUCKING HOURS. 2 of those hours were in the WAITING ROOM. 5 was spent in a bed in the HALLWAY in between 2 CLEARLY MARKED ISOLATION ROOMS WITH THE DOORS OPEN AND NO MASKS IN SIGHT. (In retrospect, I forgot my mask too with the pain, and 5 days later ended up with a minor viral infection myself.)

ER doc ordered more bloodwork, urinalysis, an ultrasound, and a CT scan. By the time I got back from the CT scan I was starting to get a migraine, and the pain in my abdomen hadn't subsided either. (Also I learned I'm not actually allergic to CT contrast, but that's another story.) At this point I was betting either my appendix was acting up, my pancreas was being more of a bitch than usual (diabetes is fun!), or something with my liver.

So, total time spent in the ER: 7 hours.

Results from the tests: "Nothing actionable."

Total pain medication given: Z E R O mg.

That's right. NO PAIN MEDICATION. They gave me anti-nausea meds and PEPCID FOR FUCKING HEARTBURN.

Because as we all know, heartburn starts over near the FUCKING APPENDIX.

...Yes, I was and am P I S S E D.

They literally treated me like a drug addict looking for a fix. Even after I mentioned I had a migraine. All because my 9/10 pain wasn't making me scream constantly. My normal pain level is about a 6/10, which is a level that would have most people without chronic pain bedridden and screaming. For me, anything LESS than that is literally background noise.

Oh, did I mention I had my PARENTS WITH ME?! My parents - who are also chronic pain sufferers. My parents who have NARCOTIC PAIN MEDICATION.

Naturally I brought them to the ER to help me "get a fix", right?!

What does my doc give me for this chronic pain, you ask? 800 mg ibuprofen. Which - surprise - doesn't usually do jack shit.

I mean, I get it. The narcotic stuff can be addictive. And with the opioid crisis, they're careful who they give it to. In my state, you have to be under the care of a long-term pain management doc.

Who won't see me because - surprise - I'm a "kid."

I'm 36 and use a cane because of the pain. My primary doc helped me get a disabled parking placard. She knows how bad my pain gets. She knows - but she legally can't give me anything stronger than the ibuprofen. (Which sucks. But I like her.)

But you'd think the ER could have at least given me an ibuprofen!!

Anyway. Went back to the Internal Med doc a week later. The Internal Med doc set me up with a GI consult. (Gastric doc. I'm starting to think it might be warranted because it's starting to hurt every time I eat.) The date of my initial consult?

November 30th.

Yep. That would make the appointment TWO BLOODY MONTHS after the initial pain started.

Luckily they have a priority cancellation list. And I guess someone cancelled because my appointment is now this Friday (November 10).

I already know how it's going to go. They're going to prod my abdomen a little, not find shit, and say "Okay, so we're going to have to scope you."

I've had an endoscopy before, both upper and lower. The prep is a NIGHTMARE. (Note: do not drink the ginger flavor prep with Pepsi. You will want to barf for weeks.)

Fingers crossed the endoscopy will find what the fuck is causing my entire abdomen to feel like someone is jabbing me with a cattle prod every time I eat now.

And that I can get to 50,000 words this NaNo.

[elekinetic]

Squirrels savagely attacked my sister once

does she need some advil

[maximumsunshine]

I'm starting to feel like I'm playing a cosmic game of musical organ failure.

Fixed the cancer in my small bowel

But then

Gallstones

Had my gallbladder removed

But not before it

Pissed off my liver

In trying to fix my liver we

Made my pancreas really fucking angry

This all started like a year after I had my appendix removed, let the record show.

I'm so tired.

My heart is uh... well i have hogh blood pressure and ny pulse is stupid. But i actually think that might all be pots. Which I'll look into once my tummy guts stop trying to kill me.

My lungs are shit. I got bronchitis every fall from the ages of 12 to maybe 35 at which point my doctor gave me a pneumonia vaccine. No more bronchitis but I've had covid twice which i think finally pushed me into having asthma.

My tummy itself is pretty ok as long as I keep up with my GERD meds and don't take ibuprofen. It's been more than half a decade since it was a source of GI bleeding.

My kidneys are pretty solid unless this pancreantitus fucks them up. Which is a risk. But so far in like 39 years they've only given me like 1 stone. That's normal, right?

My uh. Uterus and overies are actually high functioning. Gave me three healthy babies. No major menstrual cramps. They are model citizens. The cervical cancer scare was bullshit but as easy to get rid of as the GIST cancer, once we found it.

What even is my life? Why am I like this?

Anyway. I keep getting people popping in with medical advice and I'm losing patience because I'm an official medical shit show. I wish it didn't take a team of specialists to get me sorted. I wish i wasn't adding an oncology surgeon to the team. (Not to be confused with my regular oncologist I see every 6 months.) I wish like.

I wish an apple a day kept the doctor away, but I'm deathly allergic to apples.

[spice-and-pills]

Behold, I’m actually writing-- Anyway, here’s Ren getting speedran and absolutely bodied by Pepper

    Ugh. Why did her head hurt so bad? Pepper sat up from the couch she was lying on, vision bleary. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, though her vision wasn’t great regardless. Where were her glasses? She hadn’t worn her contacts last night. “I know I only had the one drink last night, so why…” she muttered before realizing. “Fuck! This isn’t my house!” Her outfit was completely intact; she couldn’t understand what kind of person would drug her and then just let her sleep on their couch. Unless someone rescued her? 

   She didn’t have much time to think about the details of it before she heard hurried, but soft footsteps approaching. She tensed, unsure of who she’d meet. A small boy with fluffy red hair and animalistic features padded up to her with a glass of water and a pill. She recognized it as ibuprofen after squinting to clear her vision slightly, shaking her head. “I’m allergic to that,” she said, gesturing to the pill. Wait a minute. That’s one of the guys she met last night, the redhead with the beastkin markings. He didn’t have his ears and tail out the night before, but she’d recognized it, of course. “You got us drinks last night.” Pepper was deadpan, staring at him. 

   “Oh, yeah, I think you got a little too drunk, so I didn’t want to just leave you on your own! Sorry about that.” 

   “No I didn’t. I only had the one drink that you gave me - okay, actually, first, give me my glasses. I don’t know where they are.” He clammed up, wordlessly handing her her glasses. She affixed them to her face, staring at him, scrutinizing. “You drugged me!”

   “W-wait, I can explain! I was going to drug the other guy, but you took his drink, and-” 

   “Okay, you see how that doesn’t make things better, right?” Pepper’s eyes drifted a bit, spotting the chain in the wall leading up to her ankle. Her jaw practically dropped, and her gaze turned back on the boy, cold and unforgiving. Boy, this guy sure made the wrong choice in taking her home and chaining her up like a pet dog. She bared her fangs, ears pinned flat against her head. “Let’s get one thing fucking clear. I am not some pet, and your days are numbered, buddy.” 

   “Woah! Getting feisty, are we? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that-” as he reached into his pocket, she lunged for him, knocking a remote out of his hand. It clattered to the hardwood floor, spinning away. Before he could reach for it she pinned his wrists with one hand and pressed down onto him with her full weight, reaching for it. 

   “Tell me what this does, right now.” She waved it at him, face in a snarl. He definitely looked like he realized his mistakes by this point, a girl at least twice his size or so sitting on him with his hands pinned. He struggled, but to no avail. He didn’t respond, though, eyes wild with a terror that he almost seemed familiar with. Those same eyes gave him away, though, as his pupils darted to look at her neck. She raised the land not holding his wrists to touch her neck, feeling cool metal. “... What is this? Tell me what it is!” 

   “I’m sorry!” He shook his head, thrashing against her hold. “Press the smaller button, the one that isn’t red, it’ll come off!”

   She followed his instructions, hearing a satisfying click as the clunky collar fell off, landing into her soft piles of skirts and petticoats. She and Ren stared at each other for a few brief moments before she broke the silence. “I meet another fox, and he’s depraved as all fuck, go figure,” she growled, watching him wince at the statement. “... If you move, I won't hesitate to kill you, got it?” She waited for an affirmative before letting go of his hands and working quickly to fasten the collar around his neck. “Wow, that thing’s ugly. Did you wear this thing all the time?” 

   “How’d you know?” He stammered out, turning his head away from her. 

“It fits you like a glove. Was it custom-made? I’ve never seen a shock collar like that one.” 

   A nervous nod followed her question, and he seemed to be more flustered than before at the compromising situation now that he wasn’t terrified.

   “Ohhh, so you’re a pet. Were you trying to regain control and become someone’s master? A dog’s a dog no matter what you call it, baby.” The realization was hilarious to her, and she was trying her hardest not to burst into laughter as she stood up. “Unlock this chain, and then we’ll see what happens, huh?” 

    He nodded and knelt down to unlock it as she slipped the remote into a hidden pocket. “Hmm.. it’d be a shame to just leave you here. You’re pretty cute, and you'd make a good pet, I think. I mean, if your past is anything to go off of. I can forgive your little fuck-up if you promise to be good!” 

    “You’re not mad?” 

    “Oh, baby, I’m livid.” Pepper grinned back at him. “But! I did say I’m willing to forgive you. Don’t worry, that collar is only temporary. I’ll get you something cuter. And…” she eyed his sweater and jeans. “I’ll also be replacing those. Now, do you have anything you want to bring with you? I’m not staying here.” 

    Ren blinked as if confused, seemingly not knowing how to respond. Pepper snapped her fingers at him and only then did he respond. “Wait, we’re leaving?”

    “Baby, keep up. What aren’t you getting? This house is nice, but it’s boring and ugly. Besides, I’ve got a shop to run, and I’m not giving up the sweet deal I get to also rent the building on top. Now, do you want to come back another day, maybe? Collect your things later?”

    “Oh, um, sure.” Ren seemed distracted and more timid than before. He spared a fleeting glance to a hatch that presumably led to a basement. He very obviously looked uncomfortable, and like he didn’t want to leave for whatever reason, but it’s not like he could object; he wasn’t in charge anymore. “Okay, let’s go, I guess. I’ll pick up my stuff another day.” 

    She held her hand out for him and he slowly took it, as if he’d never had his hand held before. She pulled him closer, intertwining their fingers and enjoying the blush that crept up his cheeks. Oh, this was going to be fun. 

[albino-whumpee]

First mistake

In which we learn Albus can´t see anything.  

Taglist:  @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread​ @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump  @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70​ @twistedcaretaker

CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, defiant whumpee, migraines, whumpee as caretaker. Pretty mild one. 

Days later, Albus was having a headache.

It was getting harder to read the reports or even his own notes, and his eyes weren´t taking lightly the increasing strain.

“Are you taking anything for that?” Sasha asked with cards and papers scattered around their table on the cafeteria.

Albus grunted “I can´t take medicine” he said squinting harder at his excel document. Re-reading it for the tenth time.

“You allergic?” Tony asked scratching his head before showing the boy the piece he was working on “Hey, what do you think of this?” Albus sighed, giving up on trying to understand.

“I don´t need them” The boy took a look at the man´s tablet and was marveled as always. But the colors made him stare away. Too vibrant for him “It´s good” he said closing his eyes for a second.

“Dude are you sure about that?” Sasha asked stopping the sound of rushed typing.  

“I have gone through worse without them. I´m fine” he growled annoyed at her insistence “Why does this have last week´s numbers?” he showed her his tablet. She took a look and then directed an even more worried look at him.

“Because it´s last week report, Albus. I sent you the new version an hour ago” she explained making him look at her and then at the tablet.

“No, it´s version 8 right? It´s this one, look” he said feeling a tug on his chest when she shook her head and Tony stretched his neck.

“Ah, no it says right there it´s version 6″ the man said as Sasha pointed with her finger the number 6 at the top. Now more visible at the distance. “See?” the boy sighed before covering his face with his hand.

“Good thing you haven´t sent it to Zarai” Sasha tried to comfort him, but when he didn´t say anything both stared at him. “You didn´t…”

“No, not yet” he said making both sigh in relief. “I have two hours left at least” he said opening the mail app and downloading the correct document. Using index and middle to expand the screen and verify the file´s name.

Sasha looked at Tony and then back at the boy “No, it´s due in half”

“What?” The boy jumped and rushed to check on his notes. His breath growing quicker until he read the actual note and his heart skipped a beat. His eye trembled, before he let himself fall on the table covering his head in a quiet attempt to soothe himself from the anxiety.

He had had trouble reading back at the facility. They had partially erased that part of him before, only to reinstall it later as “costume training” as the handlers liked to call it. It had taken more than just a few hits on his right hand and on his thighs to learn to read and write again without passing out. Despite the white pain he had felt at the beginning, he had gotten used to the small burn at the back of his eyes.

His sight was blurry and even now making up letters up close was difficult sometimes. But he thought it would be fine as long as he squinted enough. He was slow because he always expanded the screen to read…

Was it really something so small, reason enough to get him fired? He shivered and hugged himself harder as he realized that it was enough. Ma´am had a long history of firing slow workers and he couldn´t let that happen.

He trembled at the thought of being returned to the white walls, with its freezing tiles and the muffled sounds of people screaming. The electricity ran through his limbs like a ghost´s caress.

Tony looked at Sasha and reached to tap on his shoulder. Only making him jump away “Hey, hey! It´s ok, Albus, hey, don´t worry man, let me help you with that” the words made Albus teary eyes look up at him at the exact moment Tony gave him his glasses.

The boy blinked a few seconds trying to accustom to the clear view. If just a bit blurry but definitely an improvement.

“Ah, just like I thought. Look here” he pointed to his tablet and he followed his finger to see the document with literal new eyes. “You can read them better right?” Albus nodded.

“Hah, welcome to the four eyes club” Sasha giggled as she went back to work “So you were cranky because your eyes hurt huh? You don´t need to go through pain if I can help it you know. I´ve got ibuprofen in my bag all the time”

“I´ve heard its normal for albinos to have poor sight, didn´t you use glasses before? Your eyes have that little...hm, tremble, you know?” Tony asked him, but he put the act as if he was too busy fixing the document to avoid answering. He didn´t know anyways and time was running out too fast for him to worry about the blinding pain from trying to summon memories kept under the fog.

“Thank you Tony, you´re a life saver” he said so meaning it more than the man could know “I´ll do anything to pay back the favor…just…need to finish this…” he wasn´t lying, but for his luck, he took it as a joke and allowed himself to focus in making his fingers fly on the screen. After Tony simply nodded and waited a few minutes, the man chuckled at the concentration face he put.

“You´re sticking your tongue out” he giggled taking a photo, just before he stood up to sprint to the printer down the hall. 

“You´re done?!” Sasha and him yelled, jaw hanging open. 

He took the paper and read it on his way back to the table “It took me an hour because I couldn´t see the numbers but now?” he smiled shaking the papers in his hands. “Thanks Tony! I´ll give them back later!” the albino shouted, trotting to his owner´s office.

“Good luck!” he managed to hear before he entered the elevator.

He recomposed as he entered the office. Only to find Zarai crying.

She quickly turned around to face the window wiping the tears off. 

“M-Ma´am?” he asked, stepping inside and closing the door. “Are you…?”

“Where´s my report, Albus? You´re two minutes late” she cut him out with a husky voice. Albus shifted the papers on his hands.

“I´m sorry, ma´am”

“Knock on the door next time” her voice shifted to that of anger. The boy stared at the documents for a second, before laying them on her desk.

“I´m sorry, ma´am. I´ll do better next time” he replied in a low voice. He stood there twisting his fingers anxiously, until she turned to face him. Her face looked older, showing some signs of fatigue that didn´t have anything to do with work.

“It´s not like you have a choice right?” she said taking the papers and quickly passed them over to let her prodigious memory work as Albus kept his head down in submission. She put the document down and stared at him. “Are those Tony´s glasses?” Albus hadn´t noticed until now that he still had them on. It was comfortable seeing clearly, but he quickly put them on his pockets. “Why do you have them?”

“I, uh…” he stuttered thinking how to string the words together “He lent them to me”

One eyebrow shot up, “I can see that. Since when do you need glasses?” she asked with her brows in a knot. Albus swallowed, fearing he might have become an inconvenience. Undesirable. But he couldn´t ignore her.

“I´m not sure ma´am…” He managed to say.

“They didn´t say anything about bad vision… its recent then?” she mumbled to herself “Do you see well on those?” the question left him frozen.

“…yes, ma´am” he answered after a second. She nodded absent mindedly before standing up.

“Well, check where there´s an optic store and we will go after work. You have to give Tony back his glasses before he stamps himself against a wall” Albus stayed still as he realized she had joked with him. She gave him a look “Yes, I can try be funny sometimes too. I´m not made of ice” she wiggled her hands in a Duh- gesture. “You´ll have to pay for them yourself though. You can do that now” She proceeded to walk out the office for her evening smoke. “Thank you ma´am” he managed to say before she made a gesture as if to close the door but regretted at the last second. “Yes, ma´am?”

“Do you need a pill for that?” she asked leaning on the door frame. 

“No, ma´am. I´m fine” he lied, putting a smile the woman didn´t fell for. 

“I have ibuprofen on my purse. Take one, please” she ordered him before turning on her heels and closing the door. 

The boy let out a sigh. 

She was so hard to read. 

—-

He stayed there for a while, searching for a place like she had ordered him to. But couldn´t stop thinking about her.

How he had found her crying.

It was true he had seen her gloomy and contemplative lately. More than usual. Definitely more emotional than normal. Hugging Momo and staring at the garden for a long time until she stood up and left to her room.

He wondered if it didn´t have anything to do with that weekend´s trip with Claude and Mister Robert. What was it? Why was she in so much pain?

Albus glanced at the photo on her desk. The one with the kids and Sann´s clone. He already had a hunch about what could it be, but… it wasn´t his place to ask and if she didn´t tell him, it wasn´t information he needed to know.

Browsing the internet the sudden realization he would be seeing Sann for the weekend popped on his head and made him blush. He looked at his hands and tried remembering the lady from the sign language video.

“My…” He pointed with his index at his chest and then pulled up both hands in front. Forming “H” with both hands and then ticking one above the other. “Name is…” then he formed each letter. Stumbling a bit between U and S. Sighing at the way he still needed practice to teach it to Sann.

He was breaking one of the most endorsed rule of the facility by thinking about him.

“Don´t get attached to the others”

But he wasn´t there anymore.

[clare-with-no-i]

Hey, i’m here to share my dumb bitch moment (it’s connected with Jily because reasons). So today i went to get my second dose of covid vaccine and different doctor was overseeing it this time. Last time it was nice lady, my mothers age, very friendly and reassuring. I’m fully prepared to face this kind of energy as i walk into the doctors office, and there is the most handsome doctor i have seen in the last three years. At the least. And i spend a lot of time in hospitals. He looked exactly like i imagine James Potter to look like -slightly curly, unruly hair, glasses, amazing bone structure, full lips, brown eyes. He looked as if i dreamed him up, and i swear it’s not because i haven’t been on date in years. Anyway, onto my dumb bitch moment. I am already nervous, because man is simply gorgeous, when he asks me whether or not i have any allergies. And I, being said dumb bitch, say “i’m allergic to paracetamol”. Then a beat passes, while i’m unable to take my eyes off him, while he lists what medication i won’t be able to take if i have any side effects. Suddenly i realise that i made a mistake and that i’m actually allergic to ibuprofen and aspirin and that i have to tell him that because he’s writing this stuff down. So, mortified i tell him to what i am actually allergic to, while he looks at me like i’m the biggest idiot of the week -which i probably was. He even reminded me what i should avoid, after i got my shot and was leaving. For the first time in my life i forgot the substance that tried to kill me numerous times, because a man looked like James fucking Potter. I always thought that things like that don’t happen irl 😰 anyway, sorry for boring you with this, but i can’t tell my friends about, they would never stop teasing me about this, which i kinda get. I just had to share it with someone, and i kinda blame your amazing writing, because i was reading your if they lived au’s before visit and your James is as hot as said doctor

bestie how can any of us be held accountable for our freudian slips when confronted with someone who looks like James Potter?? are you kidding I would have told him I’m allergic to oxygen. also, as someone whose best friend is a nurse, allow me to assuage your fears and tell you that this happens ALL the time. I’m sure he did not notice!! and if so it’ll be a funny story to tell on the first date ;)

but in the spirit of sharing embarrassing allergy stories, let me tell you a doozie: so, when I was abroad in England, I developed a mysterious skin allergy that nobody could identify for a while - I’d be doing nothing and suddenly my arms or my legs would break out in hives and swell. It was wild. it wasn’t until I got back that I figured it out: I had developed something called “cold contact urticaria,” which means (for those unfamiliar) I became ALLERGIC TO THE COLD. yes, you heard me. the COLD. any time parts of my skin would be exposed to air or a surface below a certain temperature, I’d have a zany skin reaction.

fast forward to getting back and finishing high school in the US - I played a bunch of sports, so I was a frequent guest in my school’s athletic training office due to various injuries and pains. well, one day, my right arm is bothering me, so the trainer asks if he can ice it for me. I’m like “sure that’d be great, thanks!” so he wraps my entire arm in ice to keep on for about 20 mins. I then realize halfway through that oh my god Clare you’re allergic to the cold, and so now I have to tell him this, and he starts freaking out, and we take the ice off only to see that my arm is completely red and swollen. because I’d FORGOTTEN THAT I WAS ALLERGIC TO THE COLD, ANON.

he made me recite my allergy every time I went into the office after that.

so, in short: I feel you. you may think you work at Dumb Bitch Incorporated, anon, but I am the goddamn CEO.

[asokatanos]

I got the first dose of the covid vaccine yesterday (Jan 5th 2021)!! Sharing 2 days of my experiences so that when access has been expanded and doses are available more widely you’ll have my story regarding safety and side effects.

Some facts: I got it early because I’m a medical student seeing patients (lately a lot of covid pts!). I am otherwise mostly healthy without any serious chronic or autoimmune conditions. The reason healthcare workers are being prioritized is not because we’re going to get more sick, but because if we DO catch it, we might accidentally spread it to patients who might themselves become very ill. Our jobs mean we are exposed to and exposing many many people every day. No WFH here!

Once you register you get a little card with the vaccine company (in the US rn moderna or pfizer only) and today’s date and a date 28 days later which is the date of your next and (hopefully) final dose/appointment.

I got the first dose of the Moderna vaccine after answering some screening questions about history of severe allergic reactions, recent covid (+) test or quarantine, a temperature check, etc. The shot itself was delivered with a small gauge syringe 💉. It actually hurt WAY LESS than the flu shot I got several months ago!! I’m a big baby when it comes to needles (ironic! I know) but this was NOT BAD AT ALL. Genuinely barely felt it. 1/10 pain scale. The 1 is just because I knew the needle was going in

They had me sit for 15 min afterwards to make sure I didn’t pass out or suddenly get an allergic reaction. I was just fine! Left the hospital and got totally lost on my way home thanks to my goddamn gps which for some reason took me ACROSS STATE LINES I am going to kill google-

Two hours later my arm felt mostly normal. No pain! 0/10 pain scale. The area felt like it might be a little warm and maybe ever so slightly numb, but this might just be because I was mentally focusing on it very intently since receiving the shot.

Pain began maybe four hours after the shot. Gradual soreness that went from a 4/10 to maybe a 6/10 by bedtime (11 hours later). It’s not sharp or stinging, it feels like the same dull sore sensation one gets after a flu shot. Maybe slightly worse, like something between a flu and tetanus shot. I will survive it even though my mom accidentally bumped the spot no less than three times

Around 11pm or so I started getting a headache. This might have been secondary to personal stress or maybe the several hours I spent watching tv or the fact that I’ve been prone to bad headaches for several years now. But it’s also a known vaccine side effect. I took two ibuprofens at around 10:45pm because of the arm soreness

Okay so I didn’t sleep much over night. Part of it is stress but also my arm hurt. I’m used to sleeping on my left side buuut the shot was in my left arm :/

And in the morning about 22 hours after I got the vaccine the arm soreness is worse, maybe 7-8/10. I took another two ibuprofen so we’ll see how it goes. No other side effects though just the sore arm.

okay so it’s now about 6pm and fascists are taking over my country’s capitol building so i haven’t been focusing on my arm so much. the good news is that it hurts less now! still hurts to move it in abduction (which is medical for out away from the body like an airplane pose) but it’s way less severe. a steady 4-5/10

Everything is unhinged now so I’m just scheduling this post for Jan 7th and hoping there are no further historical events in the next 24 hours.

Jan 7th update is that it doesn’t hurt anymore!!