#is there a tw for hospital talk?

[syntheticpaperd0ll]

happy pride to everyone and all, but specifically happy pride to those of us who:

are disabled in any way

are struggling with their health

are chronically ill in any way

are struggling financially

have oppressive families/environments

can't celebrate pride in general

are, have been or will be in hospital at any time this pride month

are bedridden, couchridden, anything like that

are or have been suicidal

you all deserve a good month, and a good life at that <3 i love you, happy pride!

[thehobbutts]

I look happier than I feel. Something is up with my kidneys and i would not wish this pain on my worst enemy

Heading into day 3 of this hospital stay (can't wait to see the itemized bill after all of this shit)

[its-autumn]

i really need to get this short idea out of my head 😭

call my name, and i'll find you

The hospital rung. Leo had woken up and they weren't fucking there.

It was a mad dash. The doctors had said that he wouldn't wake up for another two weeks, so they had all gone out on a mission because the amount of zombie-krang people still roaming around in NYC was kind of terrifying. Mikey was on one shoulder, Donnie perched on the other, and Raph running faster than he had since the whole ordeal happened.

The doctors said that he wasn't moving or talking, or doing anything, really. Raph knew why. Leo hated being forgotten and left out, and what else is a scared, hurt kid supposed to believe when his family aren't there to welcome him back to the land of the living?

Raph also had no clue why they'd call after visiting hours were done. Yokai hospitals were weird and different to the ones in New York. Poor Leo probably had no clue where he was or who the people around him were. The snapping turtle could feel Donnie drumming his fingers impatiently and the way that Mikey was gripping one of his spikes like a lifeline. It hurt.

Not even four steps though the doors and "Sorry, guys, visiting time is over". As fucking if. What did they expect? An 'oh, okay, we'll come see our brother who has been asleep for nearly a month and now that he's awake is refusing food tomorrow'? All three of them ignored it. Mikey jumped off of his shoulder and jogged alongside the speed walking. Little legs, after all.

There were nurses trying to stop them and Raph felt Donnie starting to tense up, he knew he must've been pissed off too. And then they started nearing where Leo's room was.

The oldest could already see him through the window. Dully staring at his feet, pale and barely even breathing. He still looked dead even though he was actually awake this time. The nurses were getting closer. Raph almost threw open the door, all of them entering and stopping.

"Hey, Lee-Lee!!" Mikey beamed. And Leo's face lit up.

[wilbur-of-the-coven]

fuck you

To the anti-endo who suicide baited us, sincerely, fuck you, I hope you never find peace in life.

because of your inability to simply co-exist my girlfriend had to be pulled out of front and she coughed hundreds of flowers- she’s *comatose* right now, we had to create a GODDAMN hospital to put her on anesthesia so she’d stop coughing up blood and flowers.

Sincerly fuck you so much. You claim you’re defending trauma victims, but guess what? You just traumatized me but all my headmates!

Because you simply couldn’t co-exist with a non purely traumagenic system you decided to tell them to kill themselves?

That is not fucking okay! Alright? It is never okay to tell anyone to kill themselves! No matter what they’ve done.

which in our case? Was absolutely nothing! We simply made a fucking notes post and you thought it was soooooo hilarious if you asked how many notes it’d take to commit suicide!

No! No! It’s fucking not! You have no goddamn shame in your body! Because guess what?

You just told a minor- 3 minors, 1 young adult, 1 adult, A FOUR YEAR OLD, and an age less being to kill themselves! Oh! And we’re bodily a minor too if we forgot to goddamn mention! So even if we were “faking” you still told a minor to kill themselves!

it’s not funny and will never be funny to suicide bate someone. My girlfriend who was the one fronting btw suffers from such strong delusions oh hanahaki that the headspace made it real there.

if our ONLY TWO adults hadn’t been awake and able to pull her from front- which btw 2 other of our headmates had to help with- did I mention the 4 year old was there too?- then she would’ve started to have a coughing fit in real life.

sincerely, *sincerly*, fuck you, we’re not christian but god has a specially low pit of hell for suicide baiters like you.

[thepanplumbob]

Hey everyone! I have another life update… and it’s not a good one. I’ve been in the hospital for the past few days and will probably be here for a few more.

There is nothing life-threatening going on but hospitals are not the most enjoyable place to be. Thanks for being patient with me, and I promise I’ll be posting as soon as I can!

[sam-bittersweet-sparkle]

You know, sometimes i think to myself...If I got hurt, would anyone be happy when I recovered?

If I were hospitalized, would someone visit me in the hospital?

If I died, would anyone come to my funeral?

Even worse: would I have a funeral?

I don't have a family. I live alone and I don't have anyone's number other than work.

How long would my body rot before someone notice I was gone?

[princessxpunk]

42 seconds of a man eating goldfish crackers after surgery

[girlinafairytale]

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Something so inherently bonkers about duos in fandom is when you as the audience member haven’t watched the show or movie in a while, but when you focus on trying to remember the voices of the characters, you remember their voice really well specifically when they’re saying another character’s name. I am clearly the cause of this weird lil internal intimacy thing because I’m the one remembering their voices, but it’s still so insane because why is THAT the first word I can think of??? And for BOTH of the characters???? Crazy

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Anxiously awaiting for my aunt to get home so I can give her the news that her dog passed 💀

[mxbitters]

parents are funny the way they want you to be open and honest with them, supposedly, but when you are, it leads to some fucking confrontation that didn’t need to happen, and when that happens, it leads to something you weren’t ready to say coming out, then being coaxed out into a still very much controlled held-back version of describing your lifelong experience feeling shame for existing the way you do and not being “easy” or as good as like, your little sister, academically, or as capable of masking as anyone else, and THAT carefully worded recall of just the natural fucking feelings of growing up in a frankly abusive household, resulting in.. oh, sorry, YOUR FATHER crying as if he wasnt just trying to gaslight you into thinking he didnt tell you the other day to Improve Yourself As A Person (right before the conversation about his mother entering hospice so now guess who can’t fucking mourn without associating it with that!) and that he instead was saying Improve Your Situation

and then he like catches you like visibly dissociating, comments, you try and put it in very simple words what just happened (in the same manner you have pointed out every other little thing he does to invalidate your feelings, or as he’d put it, “your feelings” yes using air quotes) and he suddenly is a fucking Psychology Scholar And Didn’t Need You To Explain What The Defense Mechanism Even Was and oh then also admitting to doing harm in the past, saying he had apologized (wonder why i dont remember), your mother(actual psychology minor) getting all “i’m sorry you feel that way” and also after a long ass tangent about there being a difference between “shamed” and “ashamed” as if you didn’t mean the word you say, a thing you did make very clear, ONCE AGAIN FUCKING CRYING ABOUT YOU BEING OPEN AND HONEST FOR ONCE AND TELLING THEM THEY HURT YOU

[clubsheartsspades]

lmao bad news I'm going back to the hospital because the meds that helped me also tried to assassinate me by being little bitches and not having any balls to shoot me point blank also because it's impossible to Call The Fucking Hospital ever at all because nobody there apparently does their job I'm going to have to show up on their doorstep and be like "HELLO YOUR PILLS ALMOST KILLED ME AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN PICK UP THE PHONE WHEN I CALLED FOR HELP"

fuck everything in this stupid fucking country I'm going to start biting people

[the-writing-mobster]

Hey guys! This is gonna be a tough post but I just need somewhere to vent a bit, I've been through the ringer this past week. This is kind of a personal post too? So by all means scroll by if you don't want to read stuff about medical emergencies...

...

Kay. So... I had to take my mother to the ER due to complications with a recent surgery. Scary. Emotional. Exhausting.

Recovery for her will be a long and very difficult journey. Painful. She's doing better now and she gets stronger everyday but it's still a deep concern for me. I know the first week after she's released from the hospital will be extremely tough for everyone, especially her.

Personally, I've been really emotional. Crying on and off. Trying my best to be strong for her. So tired. So tired.

We were hit with a bombshell that she could have cancer, but the very next day were relieved to hear pathology reports showed the mass that'd been removed last week was benign, so that's def one less thing to worry about and a huge weight lifted off our shoulders....

All that being said — Honestly?

I could really use some kind words. Encouragement to help me get back into the right mindset to continue with art and writing. That's my safe space, you know?

Anyway, thank you all, and thank you to my wonderful mutuals who have been listening to me vent these past couple of days.

🫶🏻

[notyourtoday]

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[pierregaslays]

:(

[fella-lovin-fella]

me: why do i always feel like im faking it whenever i feel off or sick or in pain

my mom my entire life : stop being dramatic stop crying stop faking it i know you're lying it doesn't hurt that bad you are so dramatic