#illnesses

[th3wizardoz]

I’ve realized that people think I’m being hyperbolic when I talk about my pain because I am still functional despite it.

It’s not that I’m exaggerating or have a high pain tolerance, I’ve just never had the option not to function. Like ever.

[skullsterritory]

I'm ill. I'm ill. I'm i

We lost so badly let me out

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

[the-mercs-as]

The mercs as illnesses? I'm very sick right now with the flu, so it just came to my mind

Admin hopes you're better by now, but yes, excellent suggestion

[apidae-ursus-arctose]

It’s so frustrating having some kind of illness and having no fucking clue what’s wrong. And doctors only care once it starts getting dangerous.

I’ve been having issues with appetite, nausea after eating, constant dizziness when I stand up, not being able to stand for long because I get dizzy, brain fog, mood swings, getting sick every other week, chronic fatigue, migraines, and a bunch of other things. This has been going for almost two years and I’ve spoken to my doctors before and they said “oh it’s fine” and brushed me off. But only NOW that my hearts involved and I have frequent tachycardia are they finally concerned and are doing more testing.

I wish doctors took people more seriously. This might have been fixed sooner, and maybe I wouldn’t have been in pain for so long. They waited for it to get worse to finally pay attention to me.

[redux-iterum]

I assume because cats in this universe don’t use medicine, there’s a higher death rate from injury and illness? Is there anything they do do, like quarantining?

All they can really do is keep a wound clean and keep a sick cat away from everyone else. They don't know any other solutions beyond sending a dying cat to the Houses in the hopes that a human can cure them, but that's a gamble very few cats like to make.

[wordswhistlingwhispers]

halsey speaking in ‘the end’

@tiredandlonelymuse

[religioused]

Don’t apologize for things that are not your fault. Don’t apologize for illnesses or disabilities.

[the-real-samwise]

Does anyone else ever feel like they have fading kitten syndrome or should I go to the hospital

[litsunee]

Hold on till May

PART 1 He always sat by the window. The fast clatter of the train wheels – his heart was now beating slowly and calmly. The cherry blossoms gave way to the soft curves of green valleys. The sun switched everything to a high-brightness mode. Jungkook leaned his head against the heated glass and felt the speed vibrating in his body.

Mother? Did she search for him? The boy had been with her for so long that he seemed to be going crazy. The smell of unknown medicines had not yet washed off his hands, his beloved voice had not yet washed out of his memory.

He was leaving abruptly. The city saw him off with the first thunderstorm, an unexpected thaw, and a white petal of an unknown flower caught on the fabric of an old coat. It was surprisingly quiet inside, he had probably cried everything out. In the back rows, the melody of someone's long-familiar violin barely passed through the hissing radio waves.

There were only a few people in the entire carriage. In the next row, a cheerful little girl was clutching the hands of her dozing grandmother. Behind her, two teenagers were asleep leaning on each other's shoulders. Somewhere by the door, holding tightly to the handrails, an old man was weakly peering at the name of the next stop. But Jungkook didn't need to. He was riding without a destination. Just to look at everything one last time.

The train stopped. Jungkook saw the old man carefully step onto the platform and hand a basket of vegetables to the girl who was meeting him. A half-empty station, leading the rare travelers along the only narrow path to the low houses of the town to which he would never return. A station where he would never be able to get off again.

The events of a year ago flashed before his eyes like a veil. In the middle of April, he sat on this very bench near the dilapidated station building. He was drenched and chilled by the icy rain and frightened by the screaming lightning in the dark gray sky. He saw a shadow of himself from the past: lost in a light windbreaker, with his last coin spent on a useless call in a phone booth.

In this mirage, a stranger's hand fell on his shoulders, just like it had done only a couple of weeks ago. He raised his tear-stained eyes to a young guy in an old coat, who was covering him with a child's umbrella. The little pink thing with the pictures of lollipops was not enough for both of them, and cold drops fell on the stranger's back.

"Why are you crying? Are you lost? Or did you miss the train? Then, stop crying," the boy didn't wait for his answer. "Let's run to the bus stop, you can get to the city much cheaper from there."

“My bag was stolen, and all my money was in there, and then there was a thunderstorm, and I…” Jungkook threw up his hands and cried louder, pressing his back into the clogged wood.

The boy only smiled in response and gently pulled Jungkook by the sleeve where he hid his frozen palms. The boy was carefully covering Jungkook's already wet hair with a clumsy children's umbrella, while he was cautiously following him to the bus stop. There, without further objection, he pushed the still quietly sobbing boy into the only bus at the deserted station, bought a ticket from the old conductor, who kindly patted him on the shoulder, and, before running out of the bus, which was starting up, he said:

"It's going to get warmer in here, so take off your jacket and boots," a gentle smile reflected again in his wide-open eyes. "They're wet, it's better not to catch a cold. Please, don't forget, otherwise you'll get sick!"

He opened his funny pink umbrella and, without giving him a chance to say thank you, waved goodbye, disappearing into the blurry landscape of fresh April foliage outside the window.

Jungkook moved back to Gangwon Province just a couple of weeks ago. This picturesque corner, soaked in the salt of the noisy surf, the sweet flowers of Seoraksan Park and a cozy pile of childhood memories, was his homeland. And the homeland of his mother, who finally decided to get a divorce. The woman woke up one June morning, threw half-empty bottles of unfinished alcohol into the trash bin, packed nine years into three suitcases, helped her son calmly say goodbye to the loved ones, and right before the train station filed a long-awaited lawsuit.

“Jungkook, this is liberation,” the woman gently rocked him in her arms, kissing his temple from time to time. “You know that we tried, but were unable to help him."

Jungkook knew that his father's illness had robbed them of enough. It had taken away their family, committed a crime against someone who was now just a name on his birth certificate, humiliated and mocked them. Pity had turned to hatred, and with it, everything that had been valuable seemed trivial. The school with the best grades, the boy he liked, the cherished family piano in the kitchen, the arcade with free slots on Saturday nights. Every memory was filtered: a nasty dirty-yellow sepia with the smell of vomit and the bruises on his pale arms.

If he had to move to the other end of the country to hide from the disease, he was willing to do so. And he hid. He looked at the city streets from the station window for just a minute, turned around and started again. Someone else's symptoms allowed it.

But, as it turned out, some were much less lucky. For these few, even a flight to another planet did not solve anything.

His mother woke him up, asleep on her lap in the stuffy silence of the night bus, already on the approach to Sokcho. The dawn was breaking in yellow flashes over the clamorous sea, and the cherry trees were setting their buds in the courtyards of the coastal houses. He was tired and cold. He wanted to get lost in the endless valleys on the horizon and fall asleep under a blanket of dew on last year's grass. But the blue road sign had already welcomed them "home."

They were indeed going home. The Jeon family estate, where his grandparents used to live, now belonged to his mother's sister, her husband, and their two children, little Jihyo and his peer Hoseok. He was on good terms with the cousins, and he honestly considered Hoseok to be his very close friend. They didn't just send candies as gifts once a year on Christmas Eve but regularly called each other even for all sorts of trifles. Only recently the boy called too rarely, and when Jungkook managed to catch his voice against the background of his aunt's conversation with his mother, it sounded weak and forlorn. Unfortunately, they saw each other indecently seldom. So meeting them now was especially joyful and exciting.

Auntie Jeon greeted them without asking any questions. She warmed them up, fed them, and kissed them. She didn't care about the early hour and helped them unpack the necessary things herself. That is how it must be done in a loving family.

"Cookie, I put a towel for you in the bathroom, just ask your mom to get you some pajamas, otherwise Hoseok's things..." the woman looked through the neat stacks of multi-colored T-shirts in the dresser, unfolded one with a trembling gesture. "... will be too small."

She paused to look at it. The slightly faded yellow fabric with black lettering was folded very carefully in her hands as if it might suffer from careless creases. Auntie carefully pushed the drawer shut and straightened the bed in the attic room. Here, by the desk, hung the variety of shiny sticker notes, movie tickets, postcards, and drawings. In the corner, there stood an old rocking chair with a mountain of cushions in every shade of green, and next to it a full-length floor mirror in a shabby gold frame. A canopy of satin tulle was stretched over the large double bed, and from the half-open window, just behind the headboard, the endless sea was visible.

It was Hoseok's room. Surprisingly clean and somehow empty.

Auntie Jeon was humming something under her breath, fluffing up the pillow in a sky-blue pillowcase:

"It's insane how much you've grown, Cookie," she smiled at him, just like in childhood, and turned on a tiny night light, swirling the shadows of shells and starfish across the gloom of the wooden walls.

The boy leaned into her touch, like a kitten seeking affection, and asked:

"Where's Hoseok? Does he mind that I take over his room today?"

The woman looked into his eyes somehow kindly, condescendingly, with the same smile that he always remembered on her face. A warm palm once again gently stroked his cheek:

"Go to bed, little bunny, we'll talk about everything tomorrow."

The heavy door closed with a cozy creak, the body steamed after the hot water sank into the freshness of soft bed linen, and the disappearing shadows of the sea faded in the first rays of the spring sun. And tomorrow came after only five hours of deep sleep.

[thunderbirdsera]

Sick & Hungry

Lady Penelope and I lay in bed, weak and heavy from the Covid jab we had yesterday. We were lying in bed snuffly, hot and achy, and I was silent as I lay my head on the satin pillow that held it up. Penny knew I was sick, and put her hand on her pillow. Slowly, I put my hand on her's, as if we are forever connected in a bond that would make us unbreakable.

Then, Lady Penelope spoke, her voice croaky and full of unease. "I'm so hungry..." she groaned, "What do you want to eat, my darling?" "Sausage rolls...pork cocktail sausages....chicken bites...." "Anything else?" I snuffled a bit, my brow all sweaty like a pig. "Ice cream...and also...I want a bottle of fizzy pop." "I'll ring for Parker and see if he can go to the shops to get some." So Lady Penelope did.

"You rang, m'lady?" asked Parker. Lady Penelope and I weakly told him about what he needed to get us, and he responded, "Okay, m'ladies, I'll be back with your goods in a couple of minutes. Try and get some rest now. Your jabs have had quite the effect on you."

As Parker left the room to change into his chauffeur uniform and head to the Co-Op, Penelope and I lay there and waited, our eyes bloodshot and cold. Well, at least we had each other for comfort and company.

[king-starscreams-fics]

World Building

Sicknesses mentioned (so far) in my stories

Colds/flu: congestion of air intakes that is uncomfortable but not overly serious, as they tend to resolve themselves with rest and medgrade. Coughing/sneezing is enough to keep the intakes clear enough to cycle air. These illnesses are caused by the same germs – "flu" is harder to clear than a cold and therefore results in overheating and the more serious symptoms that that often brings.

Cold symptoms:

Congestion of facial air intakes

Minor congestion in chest intakes

Coughing/sneezing

Sore vocaliser

Sensitive/runny optics

Helmache

Flu symptoms:

As above but with additions:

Fever (see below)

Thick, stubborn congestion

Harsh cough with violent fits

Pneumonia: caused by the same germs as colds/flu, but much more dangerous. Chest intakes become severely and dangerously congested. Coughing/sneezing does nothing – often, the sufferer is not even able to cough or sneeze to begin with.

Pneumonia symptoms:

Fever

Constant urge to cough that comes to nothing

Wheezing

Difficulty talking

Difficulty cycling air through facial (sometimes referred to as "upper") intakes

Chest intake fans unable to move or else make scream-like noises when trying to function.

Fever: impossible to regulate temperature due to various possible problems or ailments.

Fever symptoms:

Dangerously high internal temperature, causing tanks to purge anything that could catch fire or explode (excessive vomiting)

Fatigue/exhaustion

Chills

Pains in joints and pistons

Dizziness

Disruption of septic tank functions, resulting in possible "spillages" (incontinence)

Minor self-repairs become difficult to maintain

Physical sickness: illness that causes purging of fuel. May or may not be accompanied by fever. Usually caused by fuel sensitivity or consumption of contaminated fuel.

Sickness symptoms:

Nausea

Purging

Helmache

Tank pains

Dizziness

Septic system impairment

Inability to swallow (in severe cases)

Inability to keep even high quality coolants and oils down (in severe cases)

Fever

Migraine: severe helmache which can last days and leaves the sufferer severely impaired and unable to carry out even basic tasks.

Migraine symptoms:

Intense helm pain

Fuel sensitivity

Purging

Light sensitivity

Optic pain

Visual impairment

Audial receptor impairment

Audial receptor pain

Inability to concentrate

Sneezing (in some cases – caused by pain in helm, which may be misinterpreted as pressure/inability to cycle air in facial intakes)

Psychological shock: severe reaction to stress/fear. Can last hours or take weeks/months to resolve, depending upon situation.

Shock symptoms:

Confusion

Startling easily

Difficulty communicating

Self-loathing

Self-doubt

Lack of independence

Feeling chilled

Shivering – often coming in violent bouts

Chest intakes working harder than usual, despite the sufferer already feeling cold

Nausea and purging

Septic system impairment

On Cybertron, these ailments have their own names. However, it is easier for humans to understand the concept of an illness when a Cybertronian uses human terms for them.

[zoomzooml]

what illnesses exist on Cybertron?

There are certainly diseases associated with poor nutrition. There are viruses that can be accidentally downloaded if a Cybertrobian connects to an infected device/database. Not a fun thing. Diseases associated with infection of the body with parasitic forms.

The most common manifestations of various diseases can be weakened armor or joints, problems with power distribution, short circuits in the processor and other parts, disorders of vision, T-cog and other mechanisms/internal organs. Poor diet consists of overeating inappropriate or unbalanced food can also result in the equivalent of human deposits in veins and arteries.

Depending on the disease or organs/parts affected, the symptoms will of course vary, although they can build up.

And cosmic rust exist of course

[oc-culture]

OC culture is melting your brain reading medical papers on and searching out personal accounts of conditions you're considering giving your OCs. Finding good resources is so hard sometimes but even if noone else sees their stories I want to do them right.

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[stone-cold-groove]

There will always be a virus, disease, pathogen or illness to fret over. Always.