#i had to fight through a sinus headache but i got it in

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

An alternate dream take of what Eclipse could have done with the Star

I had a pretty weird dream that was spawned on by a bout of "not-feeling-well" (no fever, just general sinus headache and fatigue)

But this dream gave a pretty alternate scenario and what I think they should have done when Eclipse had the star in tsams.

Eclipse basically gained the star, and took over. He wiped Lunar's, Sun and Moon's memories, and kept them as a pets/slaves, along with Solar.

However, Solar never had their memory wiped. My brain didn't give me a reason for this. But as far as I can figure, the most Eclipse reason is that "You're an Eclipse, you remind me so much of myself." Again, it's another case of companionship, and a case of that SOMEONE needs to Acknowledge what Eclipse is doing and look how bad he's being. And who can better understand him then himself? (well, a version of himself)

Solar meanwhile is playing the long game, and is loyal to Eclipse for now...

But Solar slowly was trying to awaken Lunar's memories, make him realize all the abuse and pain he's put him and his "brothers" through. But Lunar's memories never awaken. But Lunar ends up fighting against Eclipse anyway, cause Eclipse was mean, and the alternate scenario Solar was preposing sounded better. So he'll fight for that. Also Solar played with and engaged with Lunar in a way Eclipse never did. So he liked that one better. (like my dream has this image of Lunar and Solar laughing and throwing a goose around while Eclipse is just pissy and annoyed with those two but not doing anything cus they're still loyal to him techinically)

Also, in this preposed dream scenario:

Moon not having memories actually works to his benefit here. Cause he can just rewrite them if this is all he knows. Who's to say "the sun and moon show" is nothing but lies and propaganda? Especially if Eclipse got to Moon before he had a chance to watch that Show first.

Moon thus being the hardest to convince, the most loyal to Eclipse and the major threat once Solar and Lunar start opposing.

Sun found out the truth awhile ago cus Eclipse's power on the star is loosening. As Eclipse weakening from the Star power he's using is still a thing. But Sun's scared to go against Eclipse and doesn't want to lose what little of his brother he feels he has, and is convinced wiping Moons memories was part of Eclipses plan since Sun in this au wouldn't have gotten the message that OG Moon left before Eclipse starts fucking shit up. (Moon losing his memories was still a result of KC wanting to be his own person, and KC is trying to build his own body with the help of the AI with no one knowing he's around. Because he wants to stop his son and get things under control)

I actually think if the show dynamic changed like this for a month, it would have been a fresh take, especially since in multiple realities, we see that Eclipse likes to keep Sun or Moon (sometimes both) as pets or servants. Even Evil Lunar does a similar thing with his Eclipse.

So yeah. Thanks sick-haze brain for brining me this.

@ayyy-imma-ninja @twinanimatronics

[ladylooch]

I’ve had a long day and I just wanna cuddle with timo imagine Emma and timo cuddling 🥺

-🌸 anon

A/N: Oh no bby. I must have known cause I had this idea of Em being sick and really leaning into T. So, here is Timo and Em to brighten your day 💕😘

The second I open the door to the mudroom, warmth covers my chilled body. I set my work bag down on the bench then slowly lower myself down to it as well. I sigh, closing my eyes and rubbing at my temples, searching for relief from this sinus headache. A shadow dances across the kitchen floor in front of me. I can see a baby on his hip as he moves. I smile despite the awful, persistent ache in my throat. 

An illness started washing over me after I left home earlier this morning. I kept trying to push through- drinking water, attending meetings virtually, keeping my distance from others. I had meant to head for home around 3:00pm, but then the caterer for an event on Friday called. They had a fire in their kitchen and could no longer support the number of attendees. 

So instead of heading home, I worked until 7:00pm, making frantic, pleading calls to all my contacts in New Jersey until I finally found one who owed me a big enough favor. My voice was giving out as I was saying my goodbyes to them.

Tenderly, I push myself back standing, groaning at the aches settling into my body. I sway slightly, dizzy from the pressure in my head and the change in position. I move into the kitchen where Lio is guzzling down some water from his Devils sippy cup while his dad finishes loading the dishwasher.

“Hi mama.” Timo smiles over his shoulder. “Long day?”

“Yeah.” I respond. Timo���s smile drops immediately.

“Baby, you sound terrible.”

“I feel worse.” I murmur, walking towards him. I pause, look at Lio. “I should stay away. You have a game tomorrow too. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“Absolutely not.” Timo scoffs. “He’s is ready for bed. Go sit down on the couch. I’ll make you something to eat when he’s down.”

I nod, then wander into the living room. I lay down on the cream couch, falling asleep immediately after my boys disappear upstairs. I awaken to Timo brushing my hair off my cheek. 

“I think you’ve got a fever.” He murmurs, extending his hands forward with water and Tylenol. I sit up, then a cough suddenly shakes my shoulders. Timo pouts, rubbing my back. “Time for bed.” 

“I haven’t eaten today.” I confess. 

“You? Skip meals while working? Never.” 

“I’m sick. Don’t lecture me.” I whine. He wraps an arm around my waist. I cling my hand to the back of his shirt for stability as we head up the stairs. 

“Get changed. Get in that bed. And I’ll be back with something to eat.”

“Baby, I wanna cuddle.” I moan, grabbing his wrist when he turns.

“I’m going to infuse you into my body when I get back up here. But you need to eat something. Your body needs nutrients to fight whatever you have.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. His lips brush against the end of my nose, making my eyes close. “Love you, baby. Go get comfy.”

I do as I’m told, tucking myself into all of Timo’s clothes. When he comes back into the room with a sandwich, he smiles softly at me.

“You look so cute.”

“I’m pathetic.” I say after blowing my nose. He hands me the plate, watching me until I take my first bite. 

“Whole thing.” He circles the plate, then motions to my mouth.

I eat four more bites, almost half the sandwich before I literally cannot keep my eyes open anymore. Timo takes the plate from me then gathers me into his arms. He leads my leg over his hip, tangling his hand into my hair. He gently rubs his fingers into my scalp, releasing more tension as I whimper. Chills shiver my body, so he tucks me in even tighter, bringing the covers up above my shoulders. Feathery kisses are placed along my face. Timo brings his other hand to my cheek, stroking my red skin.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well, baby. Wish I could trade places with you.”

“If you keep kissing me you’ll be miserable too.” He chuckles.

“Love you so much I wanna share all your germs.”

“Shhh.” I murmur, bringing my finger up to his mouth. He kisses along my finger, working his mouth into my palm. He then moves my hand to cup his side. “Love you, T.” I barely mumble before I’m drifting off again.  

Several times during the night, I wake up because I’m coughing so hard. Every time, T sits up with me, rubbing my back. I whimper after the latest one. My fever is coming back and my teeth begin to chatter in my mouth.

“I’ll get you some cold medicine this time.” He says, walking into the bathroom. “All we have is kid stuff for Lee.”

“I’ll take it.” I croak out. 

He hands me the dosage then disappears back into the bathroom. 

“Come here.” He whispers, gathering me back into his arms. “You are staying home tomorrow. No work.” I nod. “I’m going to skip morning skate to take care of you.” I nod again as he pulls me tighter into his chest. His lips ghost my hair. I melt into his strong body, appreciating how well he is taking care of me. “I’ll take Lee to Lexi tomorrow night for the game. Pick him up after. You’re only job is to rest in this bed.” My nod is extremely lethargic this time. His lips softly brush over mine, barely connecting. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, holding him down to me.

“There you go again… loving me perfectly.” I feel his lips tilt up.

Then his hand presses into my lower back, trying to devour me into his chest until there is no me or him, just us.

[basil-the-scorned]

Up Down and Sideways

AN: I did this for the Bonus Kinktober prompt of Lap Pillow, but it was..way too short to put on AO3 so it's going on here!

Headaches were nothing new for the two of them, either from lack of sleep or a missed coffee break. They could usually push through training and sometimes it would go away on its own. Sometimes it would get bad enough to take Tylenol before the match and hope to God that the drowsiness didn’t hit mid-match.

Cash rubbing the bridge of his nose was always the first sign of him fighting a headache. So was huffing to not grind his teeth from the pain. And shaking his head to focus, even if it causes him to wince right after. His voice coming out strained was new, but he wanted to keep going a little longer. Even if he was huffing a bit louder and his hand was now massaging his sinus non-stop.

Dax became worried when his words started to blend together. They’d been by each other’s side all day, and he didn’t see any whiskey be pulled out. In the back of his mind, he had a feeling that this was not a regular headache.

This was proven further after the workout—if you called laying down and doing half sit-ups working out, but he was letting that go—when they finally went to the back, and Cash was leaning more on Dax with every step. So a bit of asking around later, the Tylenol was replaced with Excedrin and Dax found himself with Cash hiding from the lights that was stupidly motion-sensitive.

“Do you need anything else?”

All Dax got back was a long groan, followed by the head in his lap pushing further into his stomach. That was better than what he was getting earlier, which was nothing but a silent Cash pushing his hands into his face as hard as he could.

[astroyongie]

Victon February Reading

Note: Please enjoy the reading and take things with salt 

Seungwoo

Love: He is still with his partner and everything has been going well. I see that they had an argument a few weeks ago, but everything went back to the normal routine of their relationships; They mostly always argue about the same things, but honestly they are a happy and healthy couple

Career:  Got no inof

Health:

Physical: Physically he is very healthy

Emotional: Emotionally tho, there’s a lot more to be worried, I think Seungwoo is going through a very complicated phase of his life, with a lot of depression, insomniac episodes, stress, him not telling anyone about his struggles and what he feels. It kinda feels like coming back to the idol life did more harm than good

Seungsik

Love: Seungsik is still single, although he started to flirt with someone a few months ago and things were potentially going to turn into something, it see like someone else got the attention of his flirt. So he is basically by himself once more and that kinda makes him sad because he longs for a relationship

Career:  A lot of complications here, I see a lot of responsbailtiies and works that he didn’t asked for http need to be completed. Seungsik isn’t received the paycheck he was expecting too, I see a lot of fights with the higher ups for that injustice

Health:

Physical: He definitely has something wrong going on with his stomach, belly, digestive system. Can’t say what exactly but something is wrong there

Emotional: He is rather stable

Sejun

Love: His love life is a huge confusion, because Sejun was talking with two different persons and getting close to them two. However there was one of these people that he grew closer with and that he really wants to have a relationship with. But obviously that person knows that Sejun was talking with someone else so things are complicated. Still, he is trying to communicate a lot and to get this person to believe that he Is being honest with his feelings

Career:  Things are going well for him, he is rather content with his career situation, but he needs to be careful with baseless rumors being spread about him inside the industry

Health:

Physical: Headaches

Emotional: Very emotionally agitated

Hanse

Love: Another member who is on a very complicated love situation, because he started to flirt/date someone 3 weeks ago (brown/dark/blakc hair person), and he was very hopeful with this one. But it seems like they both don’t have the same dreams and expectations for the relationship which is making him kinda sad. Also his family doesn’t seem to approve this person. Hanse is just disappointed about the whole things because every time he gets someone it’s never the good person

Career: Complicated for him at the moment, t here’s a lot of arguments, of people inside the company telling him he would be better off the group, people not wanting his good. He has been writing a lot of songs lately  

Health:

Physical: Needs to be careful with his spleen, his knees and lower back area

Emotional: As always depression is very attached to him, a lot of emotional tiredness and burn out

Byungchan

Love: Byungchan is currently dating someone, they have been in a relationship for some shirt time, but the passion is very present. He seem to be happy and very in love with this person. He has been thinking about adopting/getting a pet (perhaps with this person)

Career:  Everything is going very well for him, I see new opportunities to be exposed to him. Byungchan is probably going to have some solo work to do, also he is very close to his manager and the higher ups

Health:

Physical: Just some soreness on is throat and sinus

Emotional: X

Subin

Love: He was in a relationship but he broke up with his partner around 2 weeks ago after a huge argument. I don’t know much other that the relationship wasn’t working for any of them

Career:  There’s a lot happening here and honestly Subin needs to be extremely careful who he is going to make business with, because I see a lot of money being moved around, a lot of debts needing to be payed and people taking advantage of that vulnerability to trap him into something that will probably hurt him and his fans. All I wan say is that we might hear of him for the next 3 months

Health:

Physical: He is physically sick however I didn’t get much precisions 

Emotional: In a very unstable period of his emotional life at the moment, he needs rest and to adapt to this new rhythm

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Synchronicity--Chapter One (Part Three)

Synchronicity— The term synchronicity (syn = with, chronos = time) was chosen by the psychotherapist Jung to describe the simultaneous occurrence of events (or coincidences) which apparently have no clear cause but are deeply meaningful. (https://www.learning-mind.com/what-is-synchronicity/)

However, please remember this small detail........There is no such thing as coincidence. Every single meeting was planned on the other side of the veil before birth. It was given to you in the dossier you are supposed to read before you are sent off to be washed of memory. 

"Actual dialogue"

<text messages>

"Phone calls"

^Telepathy^

*Astral speak*

Memory(--ie; ^Telepathy^ or “Actual Dialogue”)

Chapter One--Part Three

Yoongi PoV (con't)

In my mind’s eye, I can almost feel the solidness of her forehead under my fingertips as I tenderly rub the area around her sinus's. My poor baby is so sick. As I gently settle her head against my shoulder and focus on healing her, I can feel the popping and cracking of her face under my hands.                 It's hard to want to be there, to fix it, and know that I am stuck here. So, instead, I pour all my love into her face and focus solely on healing her. It's something otherworldly to feel her relax into me.                 Suddenly, we are in a bed, and I have her head in my lap. My thumbs trace the contours of her face, gently but firmly. I focus on the three points where her sinuses are; one set above the bridge of her nose, a second set under her eyes, and the third falls back by her ears. As I tend to those under her eyes, the one on her left, that causes her so many problems begins to release the built-up pressure.                 Somehow, I just know that if she has a sinus headache, it will become a tension migraine eventually. Finishing with her face, her eyes are closed, and I can feel her content coming off of our thread. But it's my job to make her feel good, so I run my fingertips through her short gray hair, calming and soothing her.                 In this space, there is no concept of time, no mention of the space that lay between us, just us and the infinite cosmos. I can feel the back of her head start to tense up and I shift my focus to her neck and shoulders, the back of her head where it meets her neck.                 Midway through my ministrations over her, I notice the fact that she is relaxed and is breathing evenly, quietly. I watch her breathe for a moment and realize she has fallen asleep.                 ^Rest well, my sweet Queen, I'll keep watch,^ I whisper as I see myself leaving her side. I stand beside the bed for a minute second before I press a kiss to her head and state, ^I love you, Ghost. Forever and always. Sleep well, my love.^                 It takes me a quick second to recognize my surroundings as the image in my head, heart, and soul fades away. Before it's completely gone, I hear a voice beside me.                 "Don't mind him, he's in lala-land with his Ghost again," Jimin smiles a knowing smile at me.                 I tip my head down and try to fight off the blush. How in the hell does he know what was going on in my head.                 Later, He pulls me aside and says, "You always have this faraway look when you think about her, like you aren't really there. I mean, your body may be sitting there, but your soul is off somewheres else. You're in love with her, aren't you?"                 "Shh," I whispered quickly. "If word got out, to anyone, about this, I would be a laughingstock."                 Jimin had a soft look on his face when he replied, "I won't tell. In fact, I hope I can find the girl in my own dreams."

               

A/N--Yep. Four (4) Parts!!

[yungfrieda]

9/5/2024

what is it about the days leading up to my birthday where i become the most feral with borderline personality disorder i've ever been

last year i tried to kill myself, then went to the Renaissance festival

this year, i'm fighting to suppress the urge with compounding responsibilities and financial obligations amassing. i truly wish i could just dissolve into steam but i know now - the route to pursue 'non-existence' in reality is way more trouble than it's worth.

but even saving myself the trouble doesn't help. the troubles remain and i have dedicated myself to small efforts to check each thing off the list. it takes longer than one day, some days. and i hear myself mulling over all of the anxieties and missed deadlines in the front of my mind.

yesterday was just fine, despite being crushed by the worst sinus headache i had in years. i went for a walk in the sunshine, had a few beers, walked home and napped for a solid 2.5 hours. i guess that's really the story. in the midst of all the chaos and bullshit, you've gotta sustain the smallest pocket of joy you can.

there are all sorts of mundane things i have the urge to type about right now. that's how huge this mountain of responsibilities is - ever growing. but i want to talk about two things in particular.

had a great conversation via twitter dm with a friend who is running for State Rep back home. he reminded me that without resources and without the proper infrastructure to do what you want - you gotta go grassroots. i'm still trying to determine what that looks like for me. the truth is, i DON'T have the resources to market my business of consulting and leading event production projects. but i do have work. my current clients lean on me for expertise on different activations all the time, which is validating. it's a place to start. even the inception of that was just a meeting and a SOW signed. i've got to keep thinking of more ways to keep it simple.

yesterday i got so horribly angry at my boyfriend. i think i can count on one hand the number of times i've actually been mad at something he's done. but yesterday, it was definitely Splitting at work. something like: "why hasn't he texted me... he knows i'm going through a hard time right now and i don't have anyone. why wouldn't he AT LEAST make sure i'm okay?!" "maybe he's up, being productive with his morning instead of laying around being a piece of shit like you." "maybe he's reading your desperate texts just waiting for you to give him a fucking break so he can respond like a normal person" meanwhile - he had just slept in. i know my boyfriend well enough to know he would not be so blatantly inconsiderate of my needs (especially if i'd expressed them in a coherent way) and i also know he's prone to bouts of sleeping in when HE isn't feeling well. i don't want to be inconsiderate of his needs, nor do i want to inundate him with mine. it's been tricky, and harder still with this type of self-talk coming into the fold. yesterday i took note of the type of things i think and feel. i try to give myself a minute to consider all of the information i have before acting. turns out, sitting with my emotions is NOT fatal, contrary to my own inner myths.

30 is going to be okay, even if i've gotta be dragged to get there.

[pnny1-blog]

It's been a month ago when Tim was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer they found it when running tests on him to figure out why a strong vibrant man got a illness that started out with lightheadedness for a few hrs in the morning then progressed to dizziness and a headache all day first trip to the local emergency room ( band aid station) they sent him home with a severe sinus infection! His condition steadily getting worse after two days he could barely walk because his tremors were so bad. Third day I had to call an ambulance. Them ass holes did not believe he couldn't walk they said it was a panic attack they basically forced him stand up and try to walk to the gurney as it would not fit through the door of our house he fell Three times trying to he finally crawled to the gurney. Once at the hospital I no sooner parked my car and they were releasing him saying that he was having a panic attack. Sent a prescription to pharmacy. I took Tim Home helped him to bed( he crawled ) went and got his meds. He stayed in that bed for a week I couldn't get him to get up for nothing, he was barely eating, peeing in a bottle and had no bowel movement. I kept trying to get him to let me call the ambulance again and if we were not satisfied with the outcome of the band aid station once they helped me get him in car I would take him to another hospital. Finally I told him I felt like I was watching him die. It was then he agreed to let me call an ambulance again. Same ambulance crew, they would not lift him to get to the gurney so he scooted- once they tried to make him walk no gait belt or anything, Tim fell on concrete busted his elbow open! He even had to scoot through mud water and gravel to get to gurney I was on ground behind him holding his back up because at this point he could not even sit up without support for his back. It had been even difficult for him to swallow at this point even his eyes would tremor. At the emergency room the doctor finally believed there was definitely something neurological going on. Had him transferred to different hospital via helicopter. This hospital throwed every test in the world to try and find out what was happening. They figured out his immune system was fighting with his nervous system, but why they didn't know. Through all the test, they found an lymph node on his lung it tested positive for small cell lung cancer. It was contained and had not spread. They started chemo right away! As far as the other thing it turned out it was a rare virus (only affects 200 people a year). Rabitina is what the country folks call the virus, it is contracted from infected rabbits, rodents, horseflies, ticks, etc. His body essentially had forgotten how to function properly. If they had not caught it his eternal organs would have stopped functioning his bowels, and prostate had already been affected.

After 25 days in hospital he had regained all functions except being able to stand up and walk. Hospital was trying to find an acute rehab to take him but they all said he was not a good fit for their program. The only other options we had was a skilled nursing home or home with outpatient therapy. We chose home no way was I sending him to a nursing home. So here we are he's been home for a little over a week now. He's been to see the radiation doctor twice (thanks to my brother-in-law helping me transfer him as I'm not able to lift him). He starts radiation Wednesday of this week. He will be taking radiation therapy every day for the next 7 weeks except weekends. He starts physical therapy tomorrow. He is starting to help us transfer already. I've been off work through all this so this is taking a toll on our finances as well.

I can't leave him alone for very long at a time as he can't fend for himself!

I will be adding more to this as our journey continues.

I also want to ad that after 22 years that we have lived together we finally got married while he was in hospital

[bynellmarie]

Lyme

Taking you back through my Lyme journey in quotes from my blog.

"I’m sick with the flu. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. My throat, glands, neck and head are killing me. My muscles are hurting and so is my back." - April 25th 2008

-- looking back, this was from the tick bite not long before this.

"As the pregnancy went on I experienced terrible mood swings, depression in the first few months, overwhelm galore, fear, and nerves I’d never felt before. Then the remaining months of the pregnancy I was sick and in and out of the doctors offices and the ER. I was weak, and exhausted, and at one point couldn’t even sit up to eat." May 28th 2009

"I’ve been ‘down’ sick for the past few days. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. Brain fog, general feeling of being unwell, and as though my body was fighting an infection." January 24th 2010

"I’ve had a lot of mysterious health symptoms in the past month. Really, in the past 1-2 years. But this past month they’ve gotten worse and a few strange ones have popped up. Among extreme fatigue, muscle weakness, muscle twitches and other general symptoms… I’m now dealing with a slow loss of my vision, horrible headaches and pressure in my head. A sinus that is draining, even with antibiotics — hypoglycemia and adrenaline issues… just to name a few." January 31st 2010

"She said, “here’s the astronaut gear” as she placed this vented ‘mask’ over my face while I laid flat on my back. My head was in a vice…okay, so maybe not a vice but I was locked in there pretty good. I had an IV in my arm for the die to push through my veins and into my head. With ear phones on with Christian music, I was pushed into the closed MRI. It might sound silly for someone to want to find something out… but after you’ve lived with pain left undiagnosed for so long you just want to know so you can take care of it and get on with life. And when ones health turns for the worse in only the span of a weeks time, one is even more hurried to find the root of the problem." February 4th 2010

I think I'll make a post about the long journey. It was such a journey. (still is)

[the-firebird69]

He had this stupid putts next door sounds like it's breaking things is banging things around no sun can't tell what he's doing but he thinks he's doing a remodeling job and that's John remillard who thinks it it's just banging things around and I want him out of there he's a little prick his little baby he doesn't know what he's doing it all and he's a waste of time he's got practically no ankle let's get him out and send him around and have them do stuff doesn't have to be here at all and our son and daughter say that a lot tons of people are running around doing stuff and are hardly hear and it's true. He thinks if he has the money he's going to be fine so he's trying to fight for the money through the movie and is an idiot. Right now we're sending teams out to get rid of his in Florida and tons of them are here they evacuated the South and they were forced here and Mac is aware of it it's got tons of people doing stuff and we have to supplement because it's slow you can't help it but we need to and we're going to do it now. It's also a lot more oxygen already even though the plant life was crushed and destroyed in the Gulf of Mexico the depth of the water is such that there's so much algae and it's oxygenating this area and a lot of people aren't ready for it and I'll send the same wow I'm starting to get a headache and he has got sinus problems and oxygen is going up and up and it's usually very high on the east coast and still is a lot of the algae get dragged in and it's going to increase throughout Florida and people like John remillard are going to die cuz he's always sick and Dan. Ken is having a hard time and said you have to take anti-inflammatory and you need to hydrate at the same time Ginger or even aspirin Advil won't do anything and we see what you're saying now he says I'm doing a little better but he hasn't done it yet this guy brought his car from here and he's not a Mac it's one of Trump's guys and his car quit so and it looks like our son's mom but it's not it's Lily and she wants the money and when I say is take the money I don't care the macs will go after you . This guy next door isn't bother okay he is a pain no we're going to go after him and we're going to go after him right now you do know what he's doing he's making noises it should be able to for sending more troops in actual troops they have 300 million it is at the border of Charlotte county and Daniel got tons of troops down here and they're waiting for them to flinch that's what the s*** had saying and there are 80 million on the southern border of Charlotte county and 20 on the North and Charlotte county ends at the north of fort Myers yeah and they're out there in that stupid area and it's all Misty and you can't see anything and we're going to polish them off in a minute there's a huge for us of Max at the South waiting for them to show their stupid face and they know what they got it's a giant force of Max at the North. And everyone's sick of it if you have to court tomorrow if they have ships and they've got a bunch of them and they ruined the Midwest before it was time and they ruined the economy and they pretty much all died it's about 50% of the remaining more lock are gone there's a big huge pile

The oxygen levels are going up here steeply to a shrewd 25% right now and he can feel it he's got aches and pains a little bit

Thor Freya

[pin-upmamacassie]

I’m not sure what’s going on health wise with my little family lately but I’m tired of being sick!

About a month ago my sinuses were soo bad I swore it was a sinus infection. The kids were stuffy and snotty and coughing so we switched our allergy medicine and multivitamin (this time one with iron) thinking maybe we just needed a change from what we we’re currently taking. We usually have to switch back and forth to different allergy medicines. I was able to kick the sinus stuff but I had a lingering cough. The kids noses are better but same with them, lingering cough.

Then 2 weeks ago Landon started running a fever of 103 and me being the worry wort i am, we brought him to urgent care and found out he had the flu. He stayed home and got better. And thankfully no one else got it. This weekend he started running a fever AGAIN. Thankfully not as high and with no other symptoms. It passed within 48 hours.

But I woke up this morning with a fever, headache, and sore throat. Idk what it is but I’m gargling salt water, I tried oil pulling cuz it’s supposed to help with getting rid of viral/bacterial infections? Idk if it’s true but it’s worth a shot at this point. I’ve been drinking tea with honey. I added apple cider vinegar and squeezed an orange into it too. THEN, this afternoon, Landon started feeling warm again. Checked him and he’s at 99 again.

Soo, we both took ibuprofen, we ran to Walmart and bought some cough drops, vitamin c, vitamin D, elderberry, and the little vicks pads for our humidifier. We’re boosting our immune systems because I am so sick of being sick! We’re forcing whatever we’re fighting out!

I feel like every month we’ve caught some type of bug. Well, it’s gonna have to work really hard to get us because I’m fighting back. Our immune systems have been through it lately and just aren’t what they used to be but we’re changing that really quickly!

Pray that whatever we’re fighting is gone quickly please! We need a break!!

[liones-s]

10/17/22: today’s mood: finally finishing that big assignment and treating yourself with your favourite fall drink

[softsnzstuff]

I love your writing and I'm glad you're part of this little corner of snzblr where I live.

Eddissy Headcanon. Chrissy thinks it's cute how sneezy Eddie gets during ragweed season and always carries an extra pack of tissues for him. She also pets his hair and massages away sinus headaches.

❤️ Bewitchedfeathers

Aww thanks for reaching out! This idea is so cute!!! Please enjoy this Edissy Drabble ❤️

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Chrissy arrived at the Munson trailer wearing her cream sweater and red skirt. She had a pumpkin patch date with Eddie today and was so excited. She knocked on the door and waited.

She heard a muffled, “h’MPTCH!” Before the door swung open, “Hey babe! I- hitchiew!! snF tsschiew! I’m so happy to see you!”

Eddie brought her into a hug as he rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his flannel.

“Me too, Bless you! Ready to go?”

“Yeah!” Eddie nodded and hopped in his van, Chrissy sitting in the passenger seat. “What kind of pumpkin are you looking for Chris?”

“I want a cute one.” She pictured a perfect, smooth pumpkin with a small stump.

Eddie chuckled, “A cute one” he mimicked. “I wanna find one that’s snFF the best for carving! I think I want to carve some bahhh b- H’tsssciew! Issshew! H’Nxxt! Bats…”

The strawberry blonde reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “Bless you. Bad allergy day?”

The older boy didn’t move his wrist from in front of his nose, “yeah, the ragweed is killing m’be today.”

Chrissy rummaged around in her purse and pulled out the travel sized pack of tissues she kept on hand for her boyfriend. She plucked one from the small pack and turned to hand it to him.

Eddie’s eyes were watering and his breath started to hitch. She pressed the tissue into his hand just in time.

“HIH’TSCHMpt! HNNGtchew!” He blew his nose, one hand still on the wheel, and coughed slightly.

“Poor guy. Are you sure you want to do this today?” She knew his allergies would only get worse once they got out to the pumpkin patch.

“Yeah! Of course. A few sneezes won’t stop Eddie the Banished!”

A few minutes later they were pulling up to the field. Kids were running around picking pumpkins, lining up for the hay rides, and trying their hand at the corn maze.

“Chris, we HAVE to do this corn maze!” Eddie shouted, grabbing her by the hand and running. “You try first!”

Chrissy started to walk through, looking for open paths. 9 times out of 10 though, she was met with a ten foot tall wall of corn stalks. She heard a rustle behind her and jumped slightly, turning around to be met with an empty wall of corn.

“GOTCHA!” Eddie jumped out and grabbed her from behind, leaning back and lifting her up as she kicked her legs.

“Eddie!!” They both laughed as he put her down.

The two exited the maze, Eddie only stopping to stifle into his shoulder twice. Once they reached the pumpkin patch, they took off looking for the perfect pumpkin. Eddie found his quite fast, a very big pumpkin with a twisty stem and warts on the side.

“Babe this one’s perfect!” He laughed as he made his way over to Chrissy who was looking at a few different small options.

She knelt down and picked one up. “What do you think of this one Eddie?” She called over her shoulder. No response. “Eddie?”

She turned around to see that Eddie had put his pumpkin on the ground and was fighting back a sneeze. He pitched forward suddenly, one hand on his knee and the other a fist in front of his mouth.

“Heh Nxxt! Nxxt! Hih H’NXXT!”

Chrissy lay her hand on his back rubbing circles as he bobbed with each near silent sneeze. “Eddie I-”

He held up a finger to pause her. “Hehh Not dhhh- done. NGtsschiew! AGKtssiew!”

He straightened up but swayed on his feet slightly. Chrissy wrapped an arm around his waist and used her other hand at his elbow to steady him. “Here, sit for a minute. I’m gonna go buy our pumpkins and we can leave. I’ll drive.”

She sat her boyfriend down on a small wooden bench that was up against the fence bordering the pumpkin patch. Eddie felt the small pick of tissues being pressed into his hand as she jogged off to pay. He thought it was so cute how she carried these on her 24/7, just for him.

Chrissy made it back in record time, finding Eddie with his elbows resting on his knees, punching the bridge of his nose. “You okay, Eds?”

He looked up at her and grabbed one of her hands. “Yeah. Just a sin’dus headache.”

“Well let’s get you and your cool pumpkin home then and I’ll give you a massage for that headache.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“You’re too good to m’be, Chrissy Cuddinghab.” He swiped at his nose with his one free hand and stood up.

Still holding hands, they made their way back to the van with the pumpkins, Chrissy taking the wheel. “Do you need anything?” She asked Eddie.

Eddie turned to her with red eyes and nose swollen. He held up the small pack of tissues and kissed her forehead. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Caregiver Chris

So I’m dealing with a sinus infection right now and I woke up with a headache that was part sinus headache and trying to become a migraine. I joked with some friends about using my limited brain power to daydream about Chris making me stay in bed to rest instead of getting up and forcing myself to fight through the headache while I worked (which I had to do because I’m a single pringle who is broke AF).

Anyway.. @nomadicpixel​ and @jobean12-blog​ told me I had to write the drabble.. so this is what I came up with during my lunch break.

Title: Caregiver Chris

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

A perk of working from home was getting to sleep in every day, but especially on the days when you didn’t feel great.

Today was one of those days.

You’d felt the headache coming on the night before, but had hoped a good night’s sleep would keep it at bay.

It hadn’t worked.

With your head throbbing, you’d snoozed your alarm and rolled over, groaning as you tried to find a position that would take the pain away.

“Headache?” Chris’s tired voice asked.

You grunted in confirmation as you finally found a position that eased the throbbing and isolated the pain at the base of your neck.

The alarm went off a couple minutes later and you groaned, knowing that if you didn’t get up now, you would be late signing into work.

“What are you doing?” Chris’s voice scolded from somewhere other than beside you in bed as you forced yourself into a sitting position. 

“Work, it’s Monday,” you replied as you took stock of your pain. Your head still hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. Nothing some pain reliever couldn’t help with.

“You’ve got a migraine,” Chris stated.

“It’s not that bad,” you argued.

“Yet,” he retorted.

“I have a lot to do,” you told him. “I have to -”

“It’ll still be there later,” Chris cut you off. “What are the chances you’ll mess something up or make your headache worse if you force yourself to try right now?”

You didn’t bother to answer, because you knew he was right and so did he.

“I brought you some toast,” he said, his tone softening. “Eat that and then I’ll get you some pain reliever.”

“I’ll need to let my boss know,” you told him.

“I already did,” he said. “I told them you’d woken up with a migraine and that you would be taking at least the morning off. I told them you’d follow up after lunch to let them know if you were going to clock in or not.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Thank you,” you said to him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Now, eat your toast so you can take some medicine. And then we’ll lay back down for a while.”

“You’re going to lay with me?” You asked, surprised.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “That way I’ll be close by in case you need something.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “As well as to ensure you do not try and force yourself to get up when your body isn’t ready to.”

“I won’t, I promise,” you told him.

Once you’d eaten your toast, he gave you pain reliever to take for your headache. Then he, and Dodger, got back in bed with you. He waited until you found a position that didn’t make your headache worse before he snuggled up beside you.

[phantomof-blog]

Back again...again

As stated in my last post and the post before that, and the post before that...

 I feel like I need some kind of outlet. I have this weird feeling of absence in my life and i don’t know what that is. I’m hoping that maybe blogging here can help fill that void or help me find something to fill the void? I don’t know. And It doesn’t really matter if anyone is reading this, I don’t think any of my friends still use this? Anyway... like i said, i hope this helps with whatever it is i’m going through....

 I woke up today from turnover with a crazy headache and sinus congestion. I never experienced anything like that before. I was sneezing all day yesterday while i was duty driving around town. Could it be allergy season? When the hell is allergy season? I thought that was around the spring time? I could be wrong. Whatever it was, it had me sneezing like crazy, and thats what led to my sinus headache. I saw one of the HMs at work, hoping they would send me home. They didn’t. All they did was give me some mucinex and some cough drops...which did help a little, but i was hoping they’d just send me home. 

 I got home and took a nap, then worked out. Worked out my core along with Jump roping and boxing for cardio. It was a good work out. Ever since I got back to standing duty, I feel like i lost my consistency with working out. I would miss a day (because fuck working out on duty days) then it would throw me off my schedule because it would then either supposed to be a rest day or it would have me start on  a day where it’s supposed to be another body part because I skipped a body part because of the duty day. I need to get my rhythm back. I’ve gained weight, which is both bad and good. Good because i see all my other parts get thicker (like my skinny arms and small chest), but bad because my gut got noticeably bigger. It’s fucking gross.  I also can’t seem to eat right. I’ve been eating like shit more than usual and it’s been really hard to fight the urge not to. A part of me thinks i should just go with the motions and i’ll eventually snap out of it, but i also feel like i’m just sabotaging myself if i do that. God I hope i snap out of it. 

This should be enough for today. I’ll write back tomorrow...hopefully.

[booitislife]

Let’s Talk About Periods

My period is horrible. I have heard people who don’t get periods say: “It can’t be that bad.” Yes, yes it can. Some studies suggest that cramps can be a worse pain for women than a heart attack. My period technically starts a few days before bleeding. I get a period flu. A period flu is a few days of unexplained illness and flu-like symptoms (low grade fever, chills, etc) a few days before your period starts. I didn’t used to get this, but my body decided I needed this. The first time I got it, my doctor put me on antibiotics thinking I had a sinus infection. (She is proactive about fevers because I am a transplant patient).

My minor symptoms are bloating, diarrhea, lethargy, sometimes headaches, I get irritable, my breasts hurt for a few days, and some other lesser inconveniences. However - my biggest two issues? Pain and bleeding.

Bleeding - I bleed for eight to ten days every month. Usually the first one and last two of the cycle are light. I tend to have one or two very heavy days, depending on the month, and when I say heavy - I mean clots. Lots of them. I will soak through a ten hour pad in less than two hours. I have lost so many pairs of underwear. I now have “period underwear” that is darker or just old so I don’t care if it gets stained. The rest of the days are moderate.

Pain - This is the worst part of my period. I start cramping on day one and I usually don’t stop until the second to last day of my period. When I say it’s bad - I mean excruciating. I was once taken to the hospital by my mom because I couldn’t breathe right during cramps. The doctors rushed me in, thinking I was having a miscarriage, a burst cyst, or maybe appendicitis. They did lab work and ultrasounds. While I was waiting they gave me fentanyl, which is 80-100x stronger than morphine. I could still feel the pain. It dulled it, but didn’t negate it. The doctor came back in shock - there was nothing wrong. No miscarriage, no cysts, and my appendix looked great. These were just the cramps I was going to have to live with. I was given pain meds for every month - 20 - to deal with that I’m going through.

I have a few period journal entries that I would like to post. If you don’t want to read, please scroll down past the blue writing. Sadly, these are only four of dozens of examples.

September 17, 2020 - Day 5 of my period.

Woke up with horrible cramps that were so bad I was shaking. Slept on the couch again because I was tossing and turning so much from the pain. Didn’t fall asleep until nearly 4. Passed a clot which, usually by day 5, will alleviate some of the pain, but it didn’t. The exhaustion took over and I fell asleep until about 11:30, but when I woke up I was so tired I could barely move.

November 16, 2020 - Day 4 of my period.

I could not sleep last night. The pain is intense and comes in waves. The bleeding started to get heavy a little after 7AM. It’s a little after 8:30 when I’m writing this and I have passed 2 large clots and probably 5-6 smaller ones. I soaked through 1 pad already. I’m going back to bed and hopefully sleep for a few hours. Woke up with horrible cramps. Haven’t been able to get out of bed. Managed to get some food down to take my antibiotic, but that’s it. I am exhausted and the pain is radiating to my knees.

February 9, 2021 - Day 3 of my period.

I finally fell asleep around three, but I woke up a little after five with searing cramps. They went down my legs and around my back. I could barely think straight. I took meds, tried meditation, used a heating pad. Nothing helped, I finally passed a big clot and the pain subsided. I moved to the couch and was almost asleep when the pain started again around 9. I did everything the same - meds, meditation, heat. I’m going to try to get some more sleep.

April 14, 2021 - Day 2 of my period.

Having trouble getting to sleep. After taking pain meds and using pain cream on my back, the pain is just getting worse. I almost fell asleep, but woke up in pain. It’s 1:30 AM, and I am heading downstairs to lay on the couch with my heating pad. I can’t get comfortable and the pain is getting worse. It’s 5AM. I still can’t sleep. The pain is very bad. I just want to sleep through it and I can’t. Couldn’t sleep. The pain has somehow gotten worse over the afternoon. As of right now, I have pain meds in my system, pain cream on my back and abdomen, I took a very hot bath, and I am now laying with a heating pad. I am still in searing pain. I can’t do this much longer. I burst into tears a few minutes ago. Why won’t someone help me?

I have asked doctors, so many times, to have a hysterectomy. At first I was told I was too young. Then? I was told my husband would need to sign off on such a procedure. My husband was more than ready. If anything, he was just overtly appalled that he would have to do that, or that any doctor worth there degree would ask that. He asked what it would take for him to get a vasectomy. They said just call a urologist. “Would she have to sign off?” He asked indicating me, and when he was told no he said: “This is a ridiculous double standard. booitislife can make her own choices.”

I have seen 6 OBGYN’s in the last 8 years. The first told me I was too young. She offered a procedure called an Endometrial ablation. It does greatly reduce the bleeding issues. However, I wasn’t really worried about the bleeding - I was worried about the pain. She told me it wouldn’t really do anything for the pain, so I said no. I have to be careful with my transplanted kidney and any kind of anesthesia can be dangerous.

The second OBGYN was a man in the same office who was also conducting a cervical biopsy on me. I’ll never forgot the intense flash of pain and how I nearly yelled, but I did start to cry. According to my husband there was blood spray on the floor as the doctor looked up at me and said in a condescending voice - “That doesn’t hurt! Come on!” And then he laughed. He wouldn’t even discuss a hysterectomy. From that biopsy I learned I have pre-cancer on my cervix and underwent a LEEP procedure. They use a hoop wire heated by electric current to scrape off the parts that could become dangerous.

The third was about a half an hour away at a bigger hospital. He was the guy who did an endometrial biopsy on me. Different than the cervical biopsy, this was just a precaution after something looked off. He wasn’t as condescending as the others, and that biopsy came back normal. However, he wouldn’t do the hysterectomy either. He said I should go to a doctor in a hospital that has a transplant team - seemed reasonable.

Between the 3rd and 4th doctores I had been doing my research. I went to my nephrologist that was keeping track of my transplanted kidney, and told him about my struggles. He said he saw no issue with me getting a hysterectomy and, in fact, I should. He even confirmed with the current head of transplant from the hospital I had my transplant surgery in. So, I was off - feeling more confident. This new OBGYN was a doctor at my transplant hospital.

The fourth OBGYN - or as I call him “The Biggest Mother Fucker I had the displeasure to meet”. He dismissed a lot of my concerns quickly, and talked to me as if I didn’t know anything. Then, he asked if I wanted to try an IUD. Now, I have nothing against anyone who gets an IUD. If that is for you, and it’s working - awesome. I know my brain. I know my brain would focus on everything bad an IUD could do. I politely explained this to my doctor. This wasn’t an option for me. My panic would go crazy. He wrote some things down and told me he wanted to to a procedure just to check for any cancer cells that could be hiding, but (and oh yes, there was a big but) he would only do the procedure if I signed yes to getting a Mirana IUD. I had to sign a consent form before he would even schedule the procedure. So, I did. Then I canceled my procedure and never went to see him again. Oh, also, this asshole handed me pro-life pamphlets on my way out.

The fifth OBGYN - more trusting, no results. At this point I was exhausted. I was tired of trying and being let down, fighting to get an appointment. This OBGYN was a woman and she worked in the same office as the second guy I went to. I laid it all out for her. I told her what the previous doctor did. I told her about the pain, about not being able to barely move. I poured out my heart and soul to her. She empathized, then told me she did not feel comfortable doing my hysterectomy. Because the uterus is close to the transplanted kidney, she thought I needed a specialist. A type of doctor called an OBGYN oncologist. As luck would have it, there was one on staff at my transplant hospital. I waited and waited for an appointment. I waited for over a year. Finally they called and said they were just too booked. They had one doctor who did it, and it was most dire cases first. I understand that. So, I wasn’t angry or frustrated this time. The office at the hospital asked me if I would like to see another OBGYN on staff. I said as long as it wasn’t OBGYN Biggest Mother Fucker I had the Displeasure to Meet. I asked if it could be a woman and we set it up.

Okay, the last one for now. The OBGYN they set me up with was a resident. She seemed nice at first. We sat and talked about my pain, the exhaustion. She wanted to talk birth control options. Great. Her advice to me was to stay away from the shot and the implant. She agreed about the IUD not being right for me. So, she said she wanted me to start talking the pill. I stopped her. I had been on the pill twice. Once when I was 16, another time when I was 24. Two different kinds. Both times I had side effects. The most prominent was this intense stomach cramp. I would get headaches, nausea, extreme weight gain. I couldn’t live my life. I told this doctor that and she didn’t even look at me in the eye when she said...... “Well, I won’t even consider a hysterectomy until you’re on six full months of birth control.” It didn’t matter what other symptoms I had. It didn’t matter what I was and wasn’t comfortable with, not really. So, here I am, looking for lucky number 7 when it comes to OBGYN’s.

As I sit here tonight, losing a lot of blood through clots, being so tired I can’t think, but in too much pain to sleep. I found myself so angry. About an hour before I started writing this I had a pretty big panic attack. I haven’t had one of those in a long time. But - Tuesday night I slept for three hours. Last night I slept about five. Tonight it is almost 3 AM and I’m still awake. The pain is exhausting, but also keeps me awake. It also makes me tense. So, parts of my body started tingling. Instead of my logical side taking over and saying, “Yeah, you have been clenching for four days. You’re gonna feel odd things.” I convinced myself I was dying and had to take medicine. I am so tired on a deep level. I don’t want to have to go through this anymore, and I don’t know if that makes me sound selfish... I just.., I DON’T WANT TO GO THROUGH THIS ANYMORE.

So, here we are. If you experience cramps like I do, I am so truly sorry. You don’t deserve them, and if I could do something to help you - I would in a heartbeat. People should not have to live like this. Doctors should listen to us and hear when we say that something like this is, genuinely, detrimental to our lives. If we want permanent birth control whether it be our tubes tied, an ablation, or a hysterectomy - it’s our body. We should decide what we can do with it. Please don’t stop fighting. Please don’t stop advocating for yourself. If you ever need to talk, I’m here. Have a good night, anyone who reads this. Thank you for reading this long-winded rant. Take care of yourself.

[standfortheangels]

I HEAR YOU! (for Cinder and chester ;W;)

Send me “I HEAR YOU!” for Your Muse (Ask Sender) to find My Muse in a secluded place, injured and alone.

(Prompt post here)

((Okay, so, I did this in two or three sessions, hopefully it doesn't seem too disjointed or sound weird anywhere, but if it does, that's why. >w>' I'm also definitely putting this under a read more because it is loooong))

The deep woods. This was the part of Chester's job that he usually minded the least- right from the start, when he was new to the village, these trips to gather supplies were like a welcome break for him. He didn't have to be social, or funny.. he could study the plants they needed without keeping his nose in the books that he could barely make out anyway. Maybe that's why Elzin made it 'the apprentice's job' back then. He was certainly fit enough to do it himself. After all... that was how they'd met. And though Chester had never outright admitted it.. odds were his reading trouble was no secret. Probably still wasn't in this village. People had a funny way of finding information they ought not have. Chester chuckled at the thought. His old teacher just, sending him out here conveniently to match up the illustrations with the real thing, learn where they grew, find out what else around here looked similar... All the while never saying a word about the deeper purpose to it. The same way his grandfather used to when he was a child. Though he suspected that was more to get him out of the way now and then.

The sound of semi-wet mulch under his feet was a sign he'd found his next target. He was never the best at navigating the woods, but he could memorise a route like no-one he knew. Well, sort of. It often felt confusing, and he'd get a little ahead of himself sometimes. But there were always little markers to pick up on. He'd take a mental note of them, and repeat the list to himself over and over as he went, and then, it wound up sticking in his mind. Somewhere inconvenient, like a sheet of paper tucked into a dusty book on the top shelf, but it was there all the same.

It was nowhere near as natural as the way Cinder and her people navigated the woods. Of course they did have the advantage of being raised there for generations, but it didn't take away how it would wash over him now and then; this marvel at how, in seemingly any territory, Cinder could pick out a path without having to stop and analyse it, never passing the same point twice. Humility and adoration aside, there was no denying it was a level of talent he could never catch up to.

Still, he had learned a lot from them. Maybe he should bring something back after this. Nothing to mess with the ecosystem though. ... Maybe tea. Dried plants were definitely safer.

He rested his hand on a damp log and carefully hopped over it, pressing on as the light grew dimmer through the canopy. Shouldn't be far now.. Just a few more paces to the east, and- yep, there! A small collection of tiny but beautiful yellow flowers, all joined by long entangled stems. Exactly what he needed. He took a dull little knife from his hip, apologising to the plant under his breath as he cut off what he needed.

Pulling at the small bag on his hip, he popped it open and quickly rifled through with a finger, just nudging the plants around and mumbling their names to himself. "Perfect. In you go... and next iiiis... Ah."

Skirt flower. These things were trickier. He sighed, and stood for a second, then off he went again. There was no point delaying it. He'd told the townsfolk he'd be back before evening fell, and if he was late, he was bound to get an earful from someone or other. Maybe Mrs B, so overly concerned about him missing the chance to eat that she'd practically force-feed him her latest concoction... whatever that would be this time. He practically shuddered at the thought. He would always try his best not to hurt her feelings, as all the village did. But he'd try even harder to avoid her food.

This next plant wouldn't be easy though. These things required a little climbing to get to. Thankfully not upwards, but, really the next worst thing. They grew along the walls of steep land. Valleys, cliffs, sometimes even stone walls if they were loose enough. Unfortunately, they also needed a lot more moisture than they could get in the open air of the village. This dank part of the forest though, where dropped leaves and mossy soil could hold water, this ought to be enough for something to grow. Though it would make it trickier still for him.

There was a place just a little further in that Chester called The Ledge. Not quite a cliff, not quite a hill, just a section of land that seemed.. fractured. As if the forest floor was made of separate pieces, and every so often, one piece would sink downward, making the area look like different chunks or steps or- well, ledges. The word was more fun to say than this place deserved, especially when he needed something from here. But, this was part of his job. 'Wizard' was a title to be earned, and never forgotten.

Every breath was practically a sigh as he tugged on the strap and the cords of his bag, looking down at where he had to go. The last thing he needed was to lose the plants he'd gathered already. Though really, he'd made this bag sturdy enough. He just... Needed to start. Just get in place, and the rest will be okay, right? Yes. Getting down and finding his footing was the hard part, he could do the rest~ If he didn't think about heights, or falling.

He probably looked like the least elegant man alive right now. Slowly crawling backwards towards the ledge on his knees, shifting his weight unsteadily onto his elbows and chest, legs just kinda.. dangling as he tried to find a foothold. One foot finally hit something that was definitely solid, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank all the world's goodness that no-one could see him like this.

With just a brief pause, he began shuffling back again, keeping that one foot stable, then wiggled his arms out from under his chest, elbows now pointing out, hands as flat to the earth as possible. This was the part he hated most. ... Actually, no. It was all terrible. Equally terrible. With some deliberate breaths, he began to bob a little. Up down up down up down, "One, two, three-" UP and backwards, every part of him screaming for just a second as he moved his weight down onto his feet. Great! Foothold was sturdy. Handhold, however..

He grasped desperately for the ground at the top. One hand succeeded. The other only found loose soil that slipped right off the edge, effortlessly, and though he strained, the weight of his body off-balanced him completely. The rocky foothold scraped his knee as he tried to catch himself, dirt up his nails as even the sturdier ground came away, the bottom ledge was somehow in the air above him before it walloped into his shoulder and back, his stomach did flips, and then-

SMACK

...

He opened his eyes. It felt like, cold stone, under his cheek. Pulling his face away from it, he heard a low groan, and brought an arm in to push himself upright, more or less. Behind his shoulder, there was a dull but unignorable pain. His eyes.. no, his head? Eyes? Maybe both, felt.. off. Like the world's worst and sharpest sinus headache. He heard another, shorter groan- given that he felt it in his throat, it must have come from him. But, he hadn't chosen to...

With one hand bearing his weight on the ground, he brought the other to his head. Only when the two made contact did the pain really hit him. He tensed, shrinking down into his shoulders, mouth open with barely audible sounds, breaths leaving in an erratic fashion at first. He was curled now, still sitting, as the pain continued to collect at the front of his head like fluid pooling in his skull.

... Pooling. Oh-... Oh no.

His eyes were open now, full of every fragment of fear as his mind finally clicked back into place. Blood. He'd.. He'd fallen, into this, pit. And now... He glanced down at the stone he'd woken on. It was solid, not small either, with a corner so sharp he gasped at the sight. There was only a tiny, tiny amount of blood on the stone where he'd landed, only inches away. His breathing spiralled almost instantly. If he'd hit that- if he'd landed just a hand's length to the left.. he wouldn't have woken up.

"I have-.. I have to get out of here" he whispered to himself in a panic, and rushed- in a haphazard mess of movement- to get up onto his feet, as fast as possible. His arms, and worse, his legs, seemed too hard to control. He wasn't even sure of his torso either. And did his head usually throb like this? Probably not.

His hands caught him as he lost balance and fell forward into the wall of the lowest ledge- managing to stay on his feet, but only just. What was the matter with him? Everything was spinning, he was so nauseous... "No, it's fine, it's fine," he spoke barely louder than a whisper. "We can do this. Just gotta get out of this hole and get back home. Or.. ditch. Outta the ditch. Get out of the..." A new wave of nausea literally knocked him back, and he had to rest his weight on just one hand while the other covered his mouth tightly. He shut his eyes, making little muffled noises as he fought his body's urge to vomit. His eyes opened again, frantically looking up the hill and to the trees, over to the side- no, it was even steeper over there. Though those tree roots might be worth another try, maybe he could get enough purchase on that big thick one if he stood on something- His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly lost the war against his stomach, folded over and couldn't stop himself.. Maybe he got too distracted. Yeah, that was probably it.

Breathing harder and hating every second, he used his arm- from the elbow to the side of his fist- to hold himself away from the wall, and rested his forehead against it, looking down. Already he was back to fighting the next wave, and it didn't help that now there was a new smell on his breath. He closed his eyes again, so exhausted it was a challenge to even think about stepping away. Slowly, his lids opened again, to a world slightly blurrier than the one he'd seen just seconds ago. At least he couldn't see any flecks of red in his vision, though it wasn't easy to tell right now.

He turned, putting his back against the slope and dropping his arms. His eyes were barely open, then closed, then halfway open again... He was still breathing hard into the air that grew colder- it must be late evening by now. And he was still so tired... There were only two things this could be. One... One would leave him dead here before morning, probably. And there was nothing he could do. The other... Well, it'd be tricky, and unpleasant for sure. But he could still get out of here eventually. He had to get out. He had to fight every bit of this and get out of this ditch! He turned again with a push and put both hands on the slope of dirt and leaves- the leaves were a slippery nightmare when wet, but if he could dig his fingers into the soil... thankfully his desperation helped him on that front.

Ignoring the dizziness and nausea, he began to half crawl, half climb, upwards, but when one foot slipped, he couldn't react fast enough. Before he could even figure out what to do next, he was falling. It was quick, he'd barely made it anywhere, but his head- his head felt like it was still falling. Maybe it would fall through his body- maybe his body was falling through the floor! Mayb- He clenched his hand around some leaves. No, he was just on the ground. Again.

Alone.

He let out almost a whimper and- slowly- dropped his head. This wasn't going to work. He couldn't do it. Under his breath, he spoke a portion of the Goddess' prayer. If nothing else, if she let him survive this, she wouldn't have to put up with his presence in her own realm. Not that she would anyway. He'd probably be haunting these woods forever. Reminded him of those old stories... The not-fun ones.

Staggering back to his feet again, but always using something around him for balance, he looked around a little more. "Okay.. let's think about options, Chester, you can do this. Do what, who knows, but you can do it. Just, have to... Uh..." There was a tree here, a big one, growing right up close to the side of this miserable hole. But he couldn't climb trees at the best of times, and certainly not now. The wall again, with the tree branches and a big rock... Climbing on easy mode, right? Oh but it was so far away.... He almost fell forwards just thinking about walking over there now.

After catching himself for balance again, he realised something more worrying. He was shaking. And shaking hard. He looked at his arms, his legs, and fear flooded his thoughts. No. No, not now. His head was killing him. ...Maybe literally. "No, no, don't think about that" he muttered to himself. If he went into shock now, here, alone.. Okay. Change tactics. He may not be able to heal himself, but he was still a medic. Time to act like one.

With a strong determination, he got himself over to the tree, the world spinning again, but that's okay. It's okay, it'll be fine. He pulled his cloak a little tighter around himself with one hand, holding it there, and lowered himself as carefully as he could to sit back against the rough bark. The ground was still a little cold, but at least this section was mostly dry. The last rain must have come in from the other side, and this big tree blocked its path. Now resting his head back against it, he reached back and patted the bark with his free hand, murmuring his thanks. This was probably the most this tree had helped someone in its whole life. True it didn't really get much say in the matter, but still. If it sheltered him from further rain tonight, he'd be grateful.

Alright, medic time. His whole body seemed to appreciate stopping, but he couldn't relax too much, he mustn't let himself. His eyes were still objecting to being open but he made them stay, forced himself to keep them open. He couldn't risk just 'resting his eyes' right now, it was too dangerous, he mustn't fall asleep. Unless he died, in which case... there wasn't much else he could do. But he HAD to stay awake now. Stay awake long enough to let these symptoms ease off. He probably wasn't bleeding into his skull, but-

Actually, it might be better to check.

Carefully feeling around with his fingertips, both hands, he mumbled the different sections to himself. One hand still for reference, the other very gently walking over his scalp. "this should be where that joins... Little pressure... No movement, alright.. nothing there... Down to the back plate..." Once he'd moved back as far as he could go, he tested the very top of his spine, where it connected, just in case. It hurt a little, but no more than expected. He breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing he hadn't fractured anything didn't entirely rule out a bleed inside, but at least it ruled out one huge cause of one. And now... Now there wasn't much to do. In fact, only one thing not to do. Sleep.

The cold could actually be helpful there. There were only tiny specks of sky he could see way up there, through the leaves and the pine branches he still hadn't managed to collect, but it was enough to know that it was getting darker. Soon the nocturnal animals would be waking up. He wasn't too thrilled about meeting them. But maybe the uncertainty and fear would help too.

...

...

Uncertainty and fear were wearing off. It was definitely night now. He could hear the owl's call, though he doubted he'd be mistaken for a mouse, so there was no danger there. There weren't even any mice here with him. In fact, the only animals he'd seen were a worm and some kind of tiny flying bug too small to even care about. So all his worrying and imagining had kind of lost its edge when nothing happened. And he still wanted to be asleep.

He held his cloak tightly and pulled his knees up, shivering a little- thankfully, he was now sure it was only the cold autumn air causing that. And, he seemed to have better control now. But his head still felt like it was splitting and spinning and, almost floating too. His eyes drifted shut and he forced them open again in a second. "No. You stay awake, stay focused, come on! Uhhh, lightning trays, the biggest jar of- medical spiders, Peru with a whole treasure chest of knives, ahhh come onnn, think, something scary, something really really scary, something so scary I can't ever sleep again." He squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, his fists balled tightly, and tried to imagine something- anything that would overpower this exhaustion. And then, opened them. This was a whole different situation, different setting, everything. But maybe there was something... from there.. that he could use. As much as he hated it, the things they made him do must have helped him to stay awake, or keep his mind running at least. And that was good enough for now.

His hand went to the little bag on his hip, but he wouldn't open it, no, that would ruin the game. Instead, he had to remember. Remember every plant he managed to find and put in this bag. One at a time. Get that list growing, repeat it, add the next one, repeat it, add the next, and so on, until.. he very quickly reached the end. He'd put eight different plant cuttings in this bag. It felt like a lot at the time. It was more than planned, but he wanted to make that tea for Cinder to try. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day... Maybe never now.

"I should have gone for the sage. Skirt flower's a stupid idea.." He dropped his head back against the tree- gently, of course- and looked up again. Quietly at first... he began to sing. A song from his birthland about the dangers of traveling by sea. This... Wasn't the sea. But there had always been good advice in this song. Advice he probably should have listened to more. He sang those lines slowly, as if he was turning over each word in his mind, and grew just a little louder. Then, he stopped. And tensed. There was a sound. And there, again! A voice? It almost sounded like...

"Chester!"

"Cinder?" He was quiet, eyes wider than they'd been in hours, then tried again- maybe this wasn't real, but on the off-chance it was.. "Cinder?" He called out, louder now.

"Chester! I hear you! Where are you?"

"Uh- This way! I'm in a hole and I fell and-" he smiled, relieved, and took a breath. "I'm so glad you're here~ Can you- I-I'm just going to keep talking, just, follow my voice!"

"Stay there, I'm coming!"

Finally, his body relaxed, and not out of exhaustion this time.

"I couldn't go anywhere if I wanted to. Trust me, I tried." He smiled again. He wanted to just stand and move to the edge of the pit, but, it would probably be better not to go dizzy and fall again right now. But it was okay. Cinder was here. It was all going to be fine.