#intestinal reconstruction

[redundant2]

Mystery illness

"My husband is a reconstructive surgeon who specializes in abdominal wall reconstruction so naturally he has been verrrry interested in this story. If Catherine truly will not be seen for 3+ months, he is convinced she had an ileostomy for whatever reason (intestinal torsion, diverticulitis, infection, etc.). Most people have them for about three months before they can be closed up and patients can start pooping in the normal fashion."

An ileostomy is an opening in the abdominal wall that’s made during surgery. It's usually needed because a problem is causing the ileum to not work properly, or a disease is affecting that part of the colon and it needs to be removed. The end of the ileum (the lowest part of the small intestine) is brought through this opening to form a stoma, usually on the lower right side of the abdomen. An ileostomy may only be needed for a short time (temporary), maybe for 3 to 6 months, because that part of the colon needs time to rest and heal from a problem or disease. 

After the colon and rectum are removed or bypassed, waste no longer comes out of the body through the rectum and anus. Digestive contents now leave the body through the stoma, a surgically made hole in the abdomen that allows body waste to be removed from the body directly through the end of the bowel into a collection bag. Unlike the anus, the stoma has no valve or shut-off muscle. This means you won’t be able to control stool passing from the stoma. Because the output is constant, you’ll need to empty the pouch 5 to 8 times a day.

If temporary, I think I'd stay home for 3 months too.

[vialae]

One of the things from running around the colony under Moonrise that really sticks with me is if you read the stuff that Kressa Bonedaughter wrote, there’s a bit where Durge, barely alive, tries to use their own intestines to strangle her.

Not only is the mental image of that crazy, but like, is that running on anger? Pure bloodlust and punishment for daring to reduce Bhaal’s scion down to simple a toy to deconstruct and reconstruct repeatedly? Are they running on panic and pure survival? Is it a ‘I will take you down with me�� type thing? All of the above?

[casescript]

DISPOSABLE: 1.2

Crunch.

Silence. Ripley nods once and begins slowly pressing down on the syringe's plunger until it reaches the bottom, then withdraws it from the flesh with a smooth motion. At first, nothing happens; but Payne leans slightly forward, focusing more of his weight downward. Ripley's hands hover over the dead man's forearms in practiced precaution.

And rightly so; the body begins at once to twitch, and not even seconds later to convulse. Blood squelches and sprays across the floor and onto Ripley’s suit, but he makes no indication of being bothered by this as his hands close around the corpse's thrashing arms, lips pursed. Payne closes his eyes and looks away as a wet, retching sound like mud being pushed through a pipe gurgles out of the corpse’s throat.

"Here we go,” Ripley mutters, watching their patient’s midsection with an unreadable expression.

The exposed tissue begins now to writhe and squirm as if sentient; wet, sucking noises reverberate off the walls as the flesh sluggishly knits itself back together with pulpy crimson tendrils and sinews. Several feet of small intestine, still strewn across the floor, begin to bunch and squirm, gathering and folding its length back into the open abdominal cavity. The crushed bones are quickly encapsulated with gleaming white cartilage, under which they can be seen reconstructing themselves into proper vertebrae and realigning themselves with moist cracking noises. Subcutaneous fat and muscle grope back towards their respective places, and over it all stretches raw, red skin - fresh skin, which immediately breaks out in waves of goosebumps. 

Both men watch with mingled expressions of disgust and interest.

"He's her pet," Payne grumbles, curling his lip. "She oughta feed and water him. And do this crap herself."

"Easy," Ripley warns, snapping his head around to glare at Payne. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you. Watch yourself."

"Just sayin'." Payne's expression dims in annoyance, but he drops it.

The gurgling sounds from the body begin to diminish quickly over the next minute. It has miraculously twisted and contorted itself back into order; and if not for the tattered bloodsoaked clothing, one might never have known that he had been beyond saving only seconds prior. As the final layers of skin stitch themselves together, his chest rises once, then drops. And then the body finally lies still. 

Ripley releases the man’s arms and Payne quickly stands, brushing his hands off on his pants. 

As soon as the men move away, the body heaves with a single croaking cough. Then a second, followed by a burst of small phlegmy coughs that send spittle spraying into the musty air above him.

And then, wild-eyed and wide awake, he sits bolt upright as if struck by lightning, desperately sucking air into his lungs.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," says Payne with a smirk.

[the-tea-always-spills]

I’ve worked in PR/Comms/Digital Media for a Fortune 500 Company that was raided by the IRS (nearly 10 years ago) and had to do crisis comms for years after. The Palace did this all wrong and I’m so incredibly angry.

From what I’ve heard, she didn’t go in expecting a cancer diagnosis. My mother had extensive intestinal reconstruction in 2022 and it was no joke. And my grandmother beat colon cancer twice!

I can’t image chemo on top of all she’s going through. I’m rambling because I’m so upset and extremely sad for Catherine right now.

In a bizarre way (for an American) I wish I could help.

Bless William and the children. Keep them all in your thoughts and prayers good. Sending healing vibes and well wishes her way.

[whumpy-daydreams]

Types of surgery

Masterlist

So... you want to know about surgery. Well buckle in folks because this is just the first in an eleven part series. Enough of the humour though let's get medical. I've split this into 'categories', or how soon do you need this; and 'specialties', or what needs fixing

Categories of surgery

Elective - this is planned ahead of time, and isn't very time sensitive. also the majority of surgeries

Expedited - not life threatening but should be done asap. Includes tendon and nerve injures, some minor bone fixes, some stents and eye stuff

Urgent - needs to be done within a few hours to prevent loss of function/life. Fixing badly broken bones, perforated bowels, eye injuries, D&C (dilation and curetting)

Emergency - needs to be done immediately with threat to life or organs/limbs. Haemorrhage (loads of bleeding internally or externally), burst appendix, ruptured cancers, emergency c-sections

This is not a complete list of surgeries, and amputation can be any of these categories

There may also be extra categories at different hospitals that specify actual times. Emergency c-sections have time limits, with the most urgent needing to be started within an hour.

Surgical Specialties

Breast - pretty obvious, it's boob surgery and it's harder than you think (part of general surgery)

Cardiothoracic - treats the heart, lungs and airway, usually long surgeries with lots of equipment

Ear, nose, throat (ENT) - think tonsils, think deviated septum. I hate it. It smells bad.

Endocrine - if it's got gland in the name you're good. Think thyroid, pancreas, adrenal etc. (part of general surgery)

Gastrointestinal - deals with the stomach, intestines, colon, and rectum (part of general surgery)

Gynecology and obstetrics - treats the uterus and related reproductive organs (no penises here sorry). It can smell a little bad but not as bad as ENT

Neurosurgery - zombies love it but they got their medical licence revoked. Yep it's brain time baby (and the spinal cord but who cares about that). Known for being difficult and long

Oral and maxillofacial (maxfax) - mouth and face (not to be confused with plastic surgery, though they get involved), bones, teeth and soft tissue of the face as long as it's not ear, nose or throat.

Other general stuff - kidneys, liver, pancreas, gallbladder and random things in the abdomen

Plastic - reconstructing things. It's not always cosmetic, they make a big difference to trauma patients and also do cleft palate. Absolute perfectionists so prepare to be there for ages

Trauma and orthopaedic - bones and joints like fixing broken bones, carpal tunnels, and joint replacements. This is my favourite speciality because I think the surgeons are funnier and I like hammers

Urology - all the penises! And testicles and related reproductive system. Usually amab patients but they do treat afab patients too - everyone has a bladder

Vascular - blood tubes and lymphatic system (don't ask me to explain it please I beg you), can be really long surgeries and is usually done under a microscope

And I'm done (for now)

[rozaceous]

idk that it fits anywhere within my existing tcba fics, really, since it's not an extra or an au? but here, have my original ending to tcba's wave arc before i decided that i actually take serious injury seriously

The bridge is in its last stages of construction and Mariko has convinced Kakashi that she's well enough to at least watch the bridge be finished. She is, too, because the headaches are all but gone and the tinnitus had stopped four days previous, but also she'd been going stir-crazy in the house, especially since she'd had trouble focusing on her embroidery long enough for it to function properly as a distraction and Tsunami had refused to let her help with the housework.

But she's perched on one of the bridge’s support beams with a warm, if humid, wind in her face, and Kakashi's stitches--just as neat as hers, but he'd used the last of her blue embroidery thread because she was out of her surgical thread, and she isn't sure she's forgiven him for it because blue is one of the only colors she can see properly--itch a little and the area will probably scar. But it doesn't hurt much any longer and the muscles underneath have mostly healed and there aren't any signs of infection. In fact, she should be able to remove the stitches later tonight.

So she's feeling pretty good, all things considered.

Zabuza and Haku show up mid-morning, the former conferring with Kakashi and the latter offering a small wave to her in her high-up resting place. Mariko wastes no time in sliding down the nearest column with a controlled glide of chakra coating her hands and feet. Sasuke and Naruto also take a pause in helping the construction crew to come over from their position further down the bridge.

"I'm not so sure you should be moving," is her greeting to him.

Haku just smiles. "Shouhei-sensei cleared me for travel so long as I don't exert myself, Mariko-san. And how are your own injuries?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she says dismissively, right hand already glowing green. "And no offense to Shouhei-sensei, but he doesn't have jutsu to back him."

Haku lets her fish her hand through the front of his kimono top and lay it over his shirt, one eyebrow up and seeming dreadfully amused. "I don't need to worry about my intestines, do I? I promise I'm type O, and Shouhei-sensei cleared me of any blood borne illnesses."

Mariko falters and has the horrible sensation of heat creeping into her cheeks.

Naruto and Sasuke choose this prime moment to arrive, with Mariko blushing and with her hand in a smirking Haku's shirt. Naruto comes up short, and Sasuke narrows his eyes.

"I thought you'd passed out by that point," Mariko says, forcefully returning her attention to Haku's neatly bandaged side.

"Oh, not quite yet," Haku says pleasantly. "It was such a graphic threat, I would've been afraid to fail to hear the end of it."

"Threat?" Zabuza pipes up, because apparently he and Kakashi are finished talking and the universe hates her.

"Mariko-chan," Kakashi says warningly. "What did I say about iryouninjutsu before we got you checked out at the hospital?"

"It's just a diagnostic," she retorts. But she drops the jutsu anyways and retrieves her hand. She takes a half-step back because she'd definitely invaded Haku's personal space and, wow, it's a warm day. She clears her throat. "Well, your ribs are fragile as all hell, and I don't know if your nerves will ever fully regenerate there. It's not too far from the spine, so there's at least a chance you won't have a permanent numb spot. But you really need to see a proper medic soon to check out your heart and kidney and to bolster all the work I did reconstructing your ribs and muscle. No jutsu, no jumping, no throwing, nothing faster than a leisurely walk, don't lift anything heavier than a spoonful of soup, and drink plenty of water but not all at once. Your kidney's this close to giving up, you still might go into cardiac arrest, and I didn't spend all that chakra just for you to die because you thought you were well enough to move with more speed and agility than a geriatric sloth."

Haku smiles at her again. "Thank you for the advice, Mariko-san. And for your assistance that day. I owe you in more ways than one."

Faster than he can blink, she has a hand and a scowl pinning him in place. "I know you weren't just about to try to bow, Haku-san."

Haku's eyes go a little wide.

To her right, Naruto snickers.

"It wasn't advice," she says, retracting her hand from his shoulder. "They were medic's orders. And you don't owe me anything. Just paying you back for those herbs you gave to Naruto for me."

"I didn't realize I charged such a high rate of interest."

"Good thing I never plan to let you loan me money, then."

He laughs and covers his mouth with a hand demurely. Haku moves on to thank Naruto as well, but all Mariko really registers is the flaming hellscape which is her face and the intensely judgmental look Sasuke is giving her.

"Shut up," she tells him.

He scoffs.

Zabuza's voice, when it comes, is a low rumble.

"I owe you one, little girl."

Mariko looks back at him, a little startled, but then her eyes narrow. "You owe me two, Momo-chan," she replies firmly, because an inability to haggle is something that would cause her parents actual disappointment. "And my name's Shiko Mariko, not 'little girl.' Get it right."

It's generally held wisdom amongst shinobi not to share your family name if it isn't the sort of thing to help you, but Mariko has a powerful feeling that this isn't the last she'll see of Zabuza or Haku, and if one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist owes her, he'd better know who he's owing.

Zabuza hasn't re-bandaged his face--probably because he needs those bandages everywhere else--so she sees the razor points of his teeth when he grins at her.

"Two, huh?"

"Two," she confirms.

He doesn't challenge her count which means he's just as aware as she is that if she were any less skilled at iryouninjutsu and had died from his blow during their initial meeting, not only would Haku be dead because she wouldn't have been there to save him, but Zabuza himself would be dead because Kakashi would have made sure of it. And that was assuming that Naruto wouldn't have freaked out, lost his handle on the Kyuubi, and done it himself.

But Zabuza didn't need to worry about that last part.

His grin widens. "Am I not pretty enough to get a bye?"

Mariko sniffs, cheeks that had cooled coloring again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am both just and merciful."

"Whatever you say, Shiko Mariko."

"Glad you're catching on."

[masaworkdesignfansoclore]

[give love, vague and mad.]

Tristanilia celesenderelia orc.. I don't think he wished to be a doll anymore...

[warning : drowning, and death mentions]

Tristanilia celesenderelia orc was in his middle school seeing happy kids. As he grew up. He knew that he's going to be his own father. Daronilia asalina celesenderelia darelyn oraacan. His father was a successful court master. And his nickname pere noel. Tristan takes advantage of seeing another kid that is older than him. She was joyous and happy. Tristan was so unfazed by the fact that she is her older step sister. Bandu sometimes became dizzy and dazed and tapped out whenever she go outside. But bandu wasn't actually happy. She was wondering who was her mother is.. she kept talking to no one. And has the imagination.

[chapter 1: love]

As Tristan in the age of 12, he saw an man he never knew. He would love. Ferriot parrot. Ferriot was the same class as Tristan. They became boyfriend's, as tristan invited him to his house. Ferriot was seen fantastically amazed by how rich Tristan's house is. Ferriot really wished they could meet everyday since school only take advantages in 1 month per 12 days. They're been hanging out a while till ferriot died. Ferriot died by a kennelist tiger an tiger made by heagave. Kennelist tiger is an tiger which roams people and eats people for no mercy. And taming them is impossible... Tristan seeing ferriot death, ferriot was pricked by a twig. His lungs was destroyed. His penis is eaten, his small intestines exploded, His eyes gouged out, his limbs dissapeared, and...his brains smashed...at his funeral. Tristanilia wouldn't ever be seen in the funeral since he wasn't enough to hold an tears.

[chapter 2 : vague]

Sometimes Tristan doesn't understand why his parents keep fighting he wished it stopped the noise coming from downstairs, Bruno knew that could lead to the children to depression, heartbreak, and more. So he calmed down Tristan by playing with "dolls." Sometimes his friends ask "why are you're house so loud at night?" He didn't know but answered "uhhh mom and dad..fighting.because...." he didn't even get to finish and his friends some times left him. His ambiguity inside made it more spectacularitys wishing all the worries and fighting and yelling all over again stopped..

[chapter 3 : mad]

His father invited the family to the Cleveland browns ship to have an adventure to argathaman..what Tristan didn't know that his father ordered someone to drown the ship. His father irresponsibility was very visible. Tristan decided go to the kitchen. And saw the chef..is dating his mother he didn't know what's going on so he left without a sound. He was in pure confusion until he went outside. He talk to his father.

"dad. Why are you so irresponsible?" Tristan said. Daronilia replied "I've hope I'm not! Because I am not such a baaad father!" He said and cackled. Tristan frowned in curiosity until the ship felt an earthquake. Suddenly a vermillion colored tentacles destroying the ship. Daron tried to protect Tristan but Tristan slipped and drowned his breath loss. And drowned...

[chapter 4 : a new one]

Tristan as he died. 12 years later his body wasn't decomposed. Realizing the hotness and the salt water is the reason why his body didn't decompose. And suddenly Tristan body got into the land. He still dead remember that shit okay?. Suddenly maikal barisol celestial with his brother daikal barisol celestial saw the body and dragged the body to their house. Their mother. We're confuse. Tristan stomach was opened. And maikal forcefully pull the heart out. Along with the lungs. Putting it inside an bambomerina fendomana x'usoc Ak'gan'harta'm. Reconstruction doll. And put it inside as his Tristan's new body.

[11crowsinatrenchcoat]

My DnD characters backstory :D

For context I'm currently playing an Ealdrin bard named Ellis, and as the top line would suggest the following backstory is his own. I also made a Spotify playlist for him so here is that: https://spotify.link/aTdRgNDNtDb

If you are uncomfortable with the topics of a character being caused physical harm, please do not read this. I don't go into detail, but I know it bothers people.

Ellis was raised in the fae wild alongside other Ealdrin aristocrat children. As is expected, he was quite the little shit, but mostly just insulted other children. As he grew older, he studied architecture for a little bit, designed some pretty famous buildings for the kingdom he lived in, and then went to bard college.

After he graduated, he flew up the ranks pretty fast and through a string of encounters I didn't bother to come up with, ended up as the king's advisor. Now, the king did not like Ellis very much, purely just because they didn't mix well, but he couldn't exactly do anything about it. Unfortunately for Ellis, over the span of 20 years, he began to develop feelings for the king. And near the end of those 20 years, he truly loved the king and did everything to ensure the king's comfort.

Things did not stay mundane for long, however. One night, the king and his newly wedded wife were killed. Naturally, this brought forth a lot of panic. Due to the customs of this particular kingdom, if there was no direct heir to the throne, the royal advisor would take control. Seeing as the king had no living relatives that could take the throne, Ellis would have been the next king. This naturally brought a lot of speculation that Ellis killed the king since he always seemed to be around him and, well, this had happened before. The dead king's father had been killed by his advisor.

Ellis was promptly charged with murder with basically no evidence, and the sentence given was an exile. During his exile, Ellis wanted nothing more to explain his innocence. This became a bit of an obsession, so by the time he figured out how to summon the spirit of the dead king from a mage he had met, he was already a little bonkers.

Once the ghost of the dead king was summoned, he was immediately furious at the man be seen before him. He never saw the culprit, so he too assumed Ellis had murdered him. Ellis tried to explain, then tearfully confessed his love to the king. I couldn't tell you what drove the king to do what I am about to detail. Be it the fury he marinated in for over 50 years, thinking the innocent man before him had committed such an act, or the fury brought on by his most disliked person confessing his love to the king. Nevertheless, the king was still strong as a spirit. Strong enough to reach for a knife and stab Ellis directly in the heart.

Now Ellis wouldn't be able to tell you what happened next, most certainly because he was already dead, but I certainly can. Ellis was stabbed 8 times in the heart, 3 in the gut, and ruthlessly disembowled. Hell, by the time the mage who had given Ellis the spell to summon the king's spirit, his arm was just about gone.

Through a process too complicated to write out on a sheet of paper, the mage reconstructed Ellis' body as well as he could. Being able to salvage the heart somehow, but doing away with much of the digestive track. The damaged organs I will list are as follows: liver, stomach, left kidney (the right had to be removed) and heart. Since you do not need part of your liver, that took care of itself. The kidney was also easily repaired. The heart needed an incredibly complicated rune to keep it from stopping (though Ellis still has heart palpitations on the regular), and the stomach needed a rune of similar complexity to be able to digest nutrients without the intestines. Being unable to eat properly, he requires a feeding tube. Water and pills can be taken orally, and some pretty easy to digest foods can also be taken as such, but he mainly relies on said feeding tube to get his nutrients. Because of this he also has trained a ferret to respond to his heart issues, and it can detect whenever it's keeper needs help.

Ellis now swears to destroy the fae realms aristocratic circles, and to cause as much harm as he can doing do. He's quite well tampered to others, but his disdain for his kingdom is strong.

[contentment-of-cats]

Rough

A hard 24 hours. When you think about it, my guts were just reconnected three weeks ago Friday. I have no rectum left - it's been reconstructed from my colon. All of it was blocked off so that it could heal, and the ileostomy let me eat. With the closure of the ileostomy and the reopening of the gut, there are going to be some issues.

I can feel some energy coming back. I was malnourished because the ileostomy did not allow me to digest and absorb nutrients. I need to replenish my intestinal biome. I am also missing around four feet of intestines.

I'm three weeks in. The road ahead is so long.

[vagueshape]

Woaw I am so glad I'm not studying something weird like math

*shuts laptop with approx. 20 tabs open about anglo-saxon lyres and one (1) lyre fragment from viking-era Denmark that I will be attempting to reconstruct using entirely historical methods and materials down to pine tar as glue and strings made out of sheep intestines, possibly with a runic inscription that says I own/made it, as was common back then, all for a single research project for one of my anthropology classes*

Haha yeah, so glad

[oliviachangmd]

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[oyesteryells]

been working on this painting for a few weeks now (its unfinished). every now and then i talk about it with the other ppl in my painting class. i showed it to my friend from a different class (i dont know her super well but she's cool) and she said it gave her Salvador Dali vibes cuz of the background. i found that so interesting because its actually inspired by a Georgia O'Keefe painting. then i got asked about the character so i was explaining my idea: that they're a cyborg pulling out their "intestines" and pulling off part of their face. its supposed to be symbolic of deconstructing your identity and reconstructing yourself as something else. i'd be lying if i said there weren't gender identity undertones. most people have referred to my character as "he", including my friend. i never corrected anyone, but my friend realized i had been using gender-neutral pronouns for them, and she started correcting herself, calling them "they" as i had been. when i started referring to the cyborg like that, it was more subconscious than anything. i mean internally i had always seen them as gender-neutral, even feminine. it somehow felt validating to me to hear my friend pick up on what i was saying so quickly. its so interesting how looking at a piece of art through different perspectives yields different meanings and interpretations in the same way that sometimes we just need a nudge in the right direction to change our preconceived notions about a person.

[hakkiest]

The mortuary I used to apprentice at was open 20h on the weekdays, closed 2a.m to 6 a.m, and 24h at weekends, with the last Sunday shift ending at midnight and the first Monday shift starting at 6 in the morning. Usually the Sunday graveyard shift (hah) was very slow, so we only had one person in house during it.

When this happened I was still working to be accepted into the apprenticeship, which meant I couldn't be left alone with the corpses, couldn't be trusted to handle anything and was basically useless as anything but a do-it-all for the higher ups. The time before you start as a mortician apprentice is basically so you get used to the grits of the job and figure out if this is really what you want to do with your life, so it's a lot of attending dissections and mopping fluids and handling the discarding of waste and other similarly gross things your tutor-to-be makes you do to test your stomach.

Essentially, it's a game of chicken. One I was determined to win.

So I, as the assigned enslaved intern, arrived one Monday at 5 something a.m, sleep deprived and sluggy, to open the house. We had 2 floors and a basement, where the dissections and embalmings and reconstructions took place. I get inside, open the windows, check the two floors, whatever, and text the manager that I'm inside. The manager, a 70 something old man with the personality of a 24 year old frat bro, text back asking that I check the basement too. Which was weird, because I was really not allowed there without my tutor present, lest I decide to chug down 3 liters of embalming fluids. But hey, more responsibility! Winning the game of chicken. I get the key and go downstairs.

The stairs to the basement were drenched in blood. Caked in blood. Dripping with blood. Immediately piss my pants.

I flicked the lightswitch to see the rest of the basement. It was like a murder scene. There was blood all over the floor like a children's hospital. Guts all over the place. Literal slabs of weird looking meat and a really long intestine falling down one of the dissecting tables. It looked like someone swallowed a grenade and exploded. I can't explain how visceral it was.

If I pissed my pants first now I fully shat them. I thought okay. Call manager, call tutor, they'll know what to do. Just ask for help.

Then I thought. Ask for help? When have we ever done that in our lives.

So I go back upstairs, put on a hazmat suit, grab the cleaning supplies and the biohazard bags, and go to the basement to clean that fucking Killer Klown from Outer Space meets Hostel looking mess.

I don't know when, but when the manager texted me asking if everything was okay, I ask her. 'Who closed last night?'

She asks 'why'. I think, because they left behind a fucking mass murder scene that's why. But I say 'no reason'. She says it was my soon to be tutor. The one that is going to decide if I can apprentice.

So I think oh okay. Fuck me I guess. Now I have to deal with this shit.

I cleaned that whole fucking mess alone. I think it took like 3 of 4 whole biohazard bags. At one point one of the slabs of meat fell from my hands and landed next to my phone. blood juice spilled all over it. I don't think I was ever that horrified up until that point.

Finish up, wait for the other mortician to arrive, tell him nothing. At this point I'm going insane thinking what could possibly have happened for that to be the end result. My tutor was a very old man. It's not like he was going to bludgeon someone to death in his workspace and leave it behind.

I am, understandably, very distracted the whole day.

When my tutor finally arrives at like. 8 p.m. I pull him aside and ask, on the brink of a heart attack. What the fuck happened last night.

He asks what I mean. I say you know what I mean. He says he doesn't. We go back and forth with this until I finally break and yell 'I mean the bloody mess you left for me to clean'.

Immediately he starts laughing. Like crying laughing. Like, doubling over laughing. Tells me to call the manager, tells her what just happened, and she starts crying laughing too. I'm standing there wondering where the fuck am I.

After like. Thirty minutes. He stops laughing and explains to me that the professional cleaners were going to come in the next day, as they did every couple months. So they decided to pull a prank on me to see what my reaction would be.

The prank in question was to get a bunch of leftover pig meat from the butcher, a gallon of pig blood, and just go to town with it to see what I would do. There were bets around some of the employees to see what I would do.

My tutor defended it by saying it was a learning exercise. I think it's just another case of interns being modern day court jesters to fuck with. To their credit, they did go to town with it.

*walking into the morgue to find body parts scattered across the floor* oh my god who closed last night

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The size of a hernia plays a role in determining the treatment approach, with larger hernias often requiring surgical intervention.

Different types of Hernia treated by Dr. Arun S. Nair:

Dr. Arun S. Nair best hernia surgeon in Palakkad has treated many types of hernias using advanced surgical techniques, ensuring personalized care and long-lasting results. The types of hernias he specializes in treating include:

Inguinal Hernia: Occurs when tissue, such as part of the intestine, protrudes through a weak spot in the abdominal muscles, commonly in the groin area.

Femoral Hernia: Develops when a part of the intestine pushes through the femoral canal, located just below the inguinal ligament. It is more common in women.

Incisional Hernia: Forms through a previous surgical incision when the abdominal muscles weaken or do not heal properly after surgery.

Umbilical Hernia: This happens when part of the intestine or abdominal tissue bulges through the abdominal wall near the belly button (umbilicus).

Hiatal Hernia: Occurs when part of the stomach pushes up through the diaphragm into the chest cavity, leading to symptoms like acid reflux or GERD.

Complex Hernia: Involves large or multiple hernias, often requiring complex, reconstructive surgery due to the size, location, or recurrence of the hernia

Recurrent/Failed Hernia: These are hernias that return after a previous repair or surgeries that have failed. Dr. Arun Nair employs specialized techniques for their successful treatment.

Dr. Arun Nair has expertise in hernia treatment in Palakkad, with different surgery techniques for smooth and quick recovery for patients that we are going to see below.

Hernia Surgery in Palakkad offered by Dr. Arun Nair:

Dr. Arun Nair offers a range of hernia surgeries in Palakkad, utilizing the latest surgical techniques to provide effective and personalized care. The different types of hernia surgeries he offers include:

Open Hernia Surgery: A traditional approach where a single, larger incision is made to access the hernia. The protruding tissue is pushed back into place, and the weakened area is reinforced with sutures or mesh. This method is often used for large or complex hernias.

Laparoscopic Hernia Surgery: A minimally invasive procedure where small incisions are made, and a laparoscope (a thin tube with a camera) is used to guide the surgery. The hernia is repaired using mesh, with the benefits of faster recovery, less pain, and minimal scarring.

Robotic Hernia Surgery: A highly advanced, minimally invasive procedure that uses robotic arms controlled by the surgeon. This technique offers enhanced precision, flexibility, and visualization, making it ideal for complex hernias or recurrent cases. Robotic surgery leads to faster healing, lower recurrence rates, and minimal discomfort.

Why Choose Dr. Arun Nair for Hernia treatment in Palakkad?

Expertise: Dr. Arun Nair is a distinguished gastroenterologist and surgeon based in Palakkad, Kerala, renowned for his expertise in hernia treatment. With extensive experience in managing a wide range of hernia cases, He utilizes advanced techniques to deliver effective outcomes for his patients.

Comprehensive Care: He offers a thorough approach to hernia management, providing personalized treatment plans that include both non-surgical options and advanced surgical techniques. Whether you need traditional open surgery, minimally invasive laparoscopic surgery, or the latest robotic-assisted surgery, he ensures you receive the most appropriate and effective care.

Patient-Centric Approach: Committed to patient satisfaction, Dr. Arun Nair emphasizes clear communication and collaboration throughout the treatment process. He listens to your concerns and tailors his approach to meet your specific needs, aiming for the best possible results.

Facilities: Dr. Arun Nair’s practice is equipped with modern facilities designed to offer comfortable and efficient care. From diagnostic assessments to surgical interventions, you will benefit from state-of-the-art equipment and a supportive environment.

Clinic Location: Conveniently located at 1st Floor, ZABS Fort, Civil Lines Rd, P.O, West Fort, Poothole, Thrissur, Kerala 680004, Dr. Arun Nair’s clinic is easily accessible for residents of Palakkad and surrounding areas.Hernia Specialist in Palakkad

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for anyone who wanted an update on this guy!!

From the zoo:

The fin-tastic story about our French angelfish receiving a CT scan is making waves! Here’s an update on the post we shared last week including more information about the diagnosis and treatment, along with photos of the highly requested CT images!

Earlier this year, Tropical Discovery Animal Care Specialists noticed this angelfish was swimming abnormally, tilted to one side. They brought it to the Helen and Arthur E. Johnson Animal Hospital where the Veterinary Medicine team performed a CT scan and ultrasound and found that the fish had enteritis (inflamed intestines). This resulted in increased intestinal gas that was affecting its buoyancy. The angelfish was treated with a course of antibiotics that resolved the enteritis and is now doing much better and swimming normally.

Our Helen and Arthur E. Johnson Animal Hospital is one of the most comprehensive zoo veterinary hospitals in the nation, fully equipped with an onsite CT scanner. We’re honored to invest in the highest quality veterinary care for all our animal patients, including CT scans, which are essentially 3D x-rays! Whether an angelfish or an elephant, our team of veterinarians—who are Board Certified Specialists in Zoological MedicineTM and Veterinary Pathology—and Certified Veterinary Technicians are available 24/7 to provide expert care to every animal that calls Denver Zoo home! 🐠

Photo 1: Photo of our angelfish receiving a CT scan. Our Veterinary Medicine team sedated the fish and ran water intermittently over its gills during this brief scan.

Photo 2: This set of images (transverse, sagittal, and coronal views) is what our Veterinary Medicine team uses to evaluate CT scans.

Photo 3: 3D Reconstruction of scales and skeleton of the fish

Photo 4: 3D Reconstruction of the fish’s skeleton

Photo 5: 3D Reconstruction of gas-filled structures including the fish’s normal swim bladder and abnormal gas in the intestines.

I cannot stop thinking about this fish at Denver Zoo getting a CT scan.

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