#medical injection

[pangur-and-grim]

Because of your experience of FIP with Belphegor, I was able to warn a friend whose kitten was experiencing the same symptoms. They got the kitten on the black market meds on time and it recovered :) It was very painful for the kitty at first (they needed one person to hold the cat down and one person to do the injection) but then the vet prescribed extra painkillers, and he was able to give the shots relatively easily afterwards. So thank you for sharing!

oh that's fantastic! I'm so happy to hear it.

I'm glad that I didn't have to go down the blackmarket injection route (for that reason), but it can be so hard for people to access the pills. I hope in the future the meds will just be a standard thing vets can prescribe!

[dearcervus]

Does me being a sadist scare you baby? Just because I’m a sadist doesn’t mean I have to be mean to you darling… I want to overstimulate you while holding you tightly in my arms… praising you as you whimper and cry. Maybe I’ll tie you to an exam table… seeing you get all scared and nervous about what I’ll do is so cute. I could run so many fun experiments on you… I wonder how much I could fit inside you before you cry. maybe I’ll give you a little shot in your butt, it would be so cute to watch you whimper and squirm… then I’ll gently massage the area to make you whine even more, I’m sure it’s sore but you make such cute noises 🖤

[figmentforms]

I can’t update for a week or two. I really tried, but my IVF drugs are really interacting intensely with my brain and my body and all I can do is keep up with my self injections each day and suppress panic attacks by constantly distracting myself.

Good news is that, despite the fact that I constantly feel like a cat that has fallen into a bathtub of ice water and fire, the treatment is working (a little TOO WELL) so far and hopefully the egg retrieval surgery will happen a little sooner than expected and produce a big enough clutch of eggs that I NEVER have to do this again. 🙏🙏🙏🍀🍀🍀

Other Good news is that now I’m no longer terrified of needles. Now I’m just moderately frightened. That’s legit a win and I’m proud of that.😎😎😎😎💪

So in conclusion I HATE FEELING EVERY FEELING AT ONCE SO HARD I feel absolutely out of my freaking mind and I’m in pain and swollen and and I’m constantly freaking out and omg I can’t wait to get OFF this ‘journey’.

It’s ok to laugh at me because honestly i feel like this is so terrible it’s hilarious and laughing about it actually makes me feel better about it.

Love you all so much! Thank you all for your kindness🩷

[imababblekat]

Medic reader who’s part of a small team sent in with others to clear out a compound so the more specialized forces can go in and do their classified work, except in the heat of everything medic reader gets separated and ends up on their own. They accidentally find their way into a secret lab and are attacked by a scientist that had been hiding, having something injected in them before taking the enemy out. Suddenly they feel very sick and dizzy, but just before passing out a small team of four come rushing in, sounding aggravated when they radio back to whoever that their target, presumably the now dead scientist, has been neutralized so they wouldn’t be able to take them prisoner. Medic reader tries to get their attention but can only groan in ill pain, their vision blurring in and out as one of the men order two to guard the door while he and another come rushing over to confirm they’ve got an alive friendly. One of the men is checking them over for injuries while the one closest to them, with a firm voice, is ordering them to hang on and stay with them, but just as medic reader is about to pass out, the last thing they note as they’re being lifted up by strong arms, is the TF 141 patch on their saviors uniform.

[fishfingersandscarves]

devil's minion trans daniel/armand erotic testosterone injection is anyone hearing me

[omensofatimelord]

The thing about testosterone being a controlled substance means that acess to it for hrt is restricted. While it makes access a significant issue for many people and an easy and effective way to prevent trans men and mascs from transitioning (as we've seen terfs campaign for and succeed at doing in Britain) it also means that is very easy for health care professionals to be able to take it away from trans men/mascs arbitrarily. This is most aborant in cases where trans men/mascs are forced to detransition to gain access to abortions after being raped. However, the first sign of an issues tangentially related to hormones a gp, without any training in trans people or hormones, can and will stop a person's testosterone. Apart from how stressful it is to know that for the rest of your life you'll be dependent on the goodwill of a random person, this has measurable negative consequences for a trans person subjected too it.

Going off t fucking sucks at the best of time, but being forced off t will most likely result in depression and worsening mental health for a trans man/masc, who are already one of the most likely groups to attempt suicide. It can also put a trans person at risk if they suddenly start being visibly trans again, especially if they're closeted in, say, a work place environment. Trans people, including trans men, are already one of the most targeted groups of harassment and violence and sexual assalt and forcibly reducing or stopping t can out people and risk their safety. And a gp won't see this or care about this, or attempt to treat a trans man/masc first or ask for their opinion or situation.

Ultimately, testosterone is seen as entirely optional and so the first resort when something goes wrong it to take it away, when it should be considered the last resort, and is considered the last resort for cis men. And as long as testosterone continues to be a controlled substance it will remain like this.

(edit for clarification: I am a kiwi, this post was intended as a general critique of accessing t through health care systems - based in my lived experience in NZ and what ive heard from international trans ppl; including but not limited to the USA)

[januscorner]

Nurse Bendy Stimboard

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Requested by @starrystims

[reality-detective]

They have been poisoning our babies for decades 🤔

[sun-spice]

Hello Phandom! It's @ecto-implosion 2024 this week, I was partnered with the brilliant @lollystocks who went ham and (lovingly) ran Danny through the wringer in her awesome fic Pins and Needles!

Read here on AO3

Danny had always hated needles.

— AU where instead of becoming a halfa, the portal accident gives Danny Ecto-Acne. As his world is plunged into chaos and uncertainty, he must stare down his fears, and make a leap of faith. Oneshot. Written for Ecto-Implosion 2024

Please check it out and give her some love <3

[glittergroovy]

I think everyone should try a few weeks of HRT as a treat

[r4tdeity]

it's Saturday and you know what that means, it's time for My mutts injection! possibly one of My favorite days of the week, getting to lay it down and fuck a needle into their ass and always for its own good! ❤️ I think I would make a great doctor, don't you? I basically have a phd in mutt psychology anyways.

[dearcervus]

Another dom bringing their puppy sub to me for a checkup… all shaky and nervous with his tail between his legs. Coaxing him on to the exam table with treats and soothing words, gently petting him and reassuring him… Talking to him softly as I examine his eyes and ears with a little light… telling him everything is okay and that there’s no need to be scared. Scratching behind his little ears before I continue, making sure he’s not too frightened... Listening to the pitter patter of his anxious heart with a stethoscope… telling him to just breathe and that it will be over soon. Getting his dom to help soothe and hold him while I take his temperature with a rectal thermometer, making him to squirm and whine… after it’s done, gently examining his prostate with my gloved finger to make sure it’s nice and healthy, causing him to let out a soft whimper. Then all I have to do is give puppy his shots before he can go home… having his dom gently hold him and reassure him while he struggles and whines, terrified of the needles. Listening to his soft pitiful whimpers as I give him his vaccines. Then giving him some gentle pets and a treat for being such a good boy for us 🖤

[gophergal]

You've always been a delicate disaster

[sillygoose1777]

Whumpees and Self Injections

I was writing a whump chapter when I got my notification for my medication and it got me thinking. What about whumpees who have to take self injections? Sooooo much potential.

- whumpee who has escaped yesterday, a week ago, a month ago, years ago, being prescribed a medicine that is taken through injections.

- Do they have a caretaker to help them through it? Does the caretaker do the injections for them while saying soothing words?

- What if whumpee lives on their own? If it’s an intramuscular injection, they can only do injections in their thighs safely.

- Do they make themselves learn unsafe methods to take it in their arms? Going out of there way to make it harder to force away bad memories?

- Do they make a doctor’s appointment every time they need an injection, ignoring the little cash they have in their bank account and the smells of the medical building so they can take the responsibility off their shoulders?

- What if it’s a subcutaneous injection? Are they scared to pull up their shirt to take the injection in their stomach to avoid seeing scars?

- Or do they avoid taking the medicine no matter what. No voice in their head, pain in their body, or possible caretaker can get them to face a needle. They get sent to the hospital where they will be restrained so the proper medicine can be administered

So many possibilities ☺️✨

(Prompt 1)

[crypt-tids]

I just got my first set of spinal injections today and it has genuinely been such an unfun experience holy shit. Like this shit had better be fucking magic because that is the only way I would ever sign up to do it again.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Redwood Psychatric Institute - Part 7

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6

CWS: medical whump, medical gaslighting , sedative, injection, noncon drugging, forced psychiatric 'care', patient/medical malpractice

"Come on James. If you have your meds, Doctor Wilson has allowed you to have some time in the courtyard today." The blonde orderly encouraged cheerfully.

She smoothed a hand over her white scrubs, then placed the wax paper cup full of pills in front of James. She then placed a paper cup of water beside it.

James lifted his head and nodded weakly. He tipped the cup full of pills into his mouth, washing them down with the water and swallowing without a second thought.

He placed the empty cups back on the table.

"Good boy." The orderly smiled brightly, and ruffled a hand through his hair. "I'll come past your room later and take you out. Now let's run along to group therapy!"

She grabbed ahold of his wheelchair, and began to push him out of the room and down the hall, whistling a cheery tune as she went. She noticed, but didn't react, when James' head lolled about as they went.

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That afternoon, the orderly returned to pick up her charge. Her golden locks were now swept back into a tight bun, instead of the clean ponytail she wore earlier. She wheeled him into the fenced off courtyard with the same large, white smile that had been plastered on her face in the morning.

"Courtyard tiiiime!" She all but sang, as she parked his wheelchair beneath a beautiful large oak tree. "Aren't you excited, James?"

He didn't respond. James' hospital gown clung to his thin, pale and sweaty frame. His hair was a knotted mess, and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

The orderly combed a hand through his hair, trying to untangle it. "They really need to take better care of you, my darling. You're all untidy! I promise I'll have a word to the night staff when I hand over this afternoon, about proper hygiene."

She placed a hand under his chin, turning his face into the sunlight. He flinched, blinking slowly. She pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket of her scrubs and wiped away a stray trail of drool slipping from the corner of his half-open mouth.

"Oh you poor darling. It's not your fault the Doctor has you drugged up so much you can't move.. maybe I should have a little word with him about that, too, hey? You have been well behaved lately. You might be even get some visitors again soon!" She chirped.

James didn't respond. She petted his shoulder cheerfully, nodded to herself, and stood to take up her place behind his wheelchair again. Without another word, she wheeled him back inside the hospital.

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The door to the Rec room slid open, and Mathew walked in.

He scanned the room, looking for a particular face in the crowd of patients. There were several round tables around the room, all piled high with untouched games - Jenga, Uno, dominoes. Three to four patients sat at each table. Each of the patients wore the same paper thin, blue hospital gown. They also had the same vacant stare in their bloodshot eyes, drool dipping down their chins or sweat trickling from their temples. Mathew felt a little shiver down his spine. He did not like this place. But he was here for a good reason. He didn't know where Row- No, James', parents were, if they were visiting him, if they were even alive.. but he was pretty sure that he was all James had left. He owed it to his friend to help him through the hardest time in his life. Doctor Wilson had said that Rowan had been struggling with mental illness throughout his life - and Mathew, his best friend, never noticed. He couldn't change that, but he could stand up to the task now.

His eyes landed on his friend. Sitting alone, in the corner, in a wheelchair sat James. Mathew walked over, keeping his deamenor calm and cheerful.

"Hey James, how are you?" He smiled, pulling up a chair next to his friend.

James' head was turned away from him and there was no indication that he had heard Mathew.

"Ok, uh well, I'm doing good. Life is um, uneventful. Except for when I accidentally poured coffee in my cereal yesterday. Heh, didn't taste as bad as I expected. It was stupid though, I was trying to watch a video on my phone and um and-"

Mathew stuttered as James' head slowly turned, and his friend saw his face. He looked just like the other patients - drugged up to the eyeballs. He was also as thin as a twig. Mathew's mouth stopped working as he saw his friend, a shell of the person he once knew.

"Uh, hey.. bud, how you feelin'? Can you hear me?"

James blinked slowly. He was looking right through Mathew, as though they were on different planes of existence. Mathew took a deep breath, and reminded himself of the reason he was visiting - and would continue to visit.

"The weather's nice today. Maybe they'll let me take you into the courtyard? Doctor Wilson said you've been going out there sometimes, and that it seems to cheer you up. It always feels nice to get some sunshine, doesn't it?"

One of the patients at the table beside them began mumbling something in a breathy voice. Mathew tried to ignore it and keep talking at his friend.

"Actually the other day I was in my graden trying to do just that, and I saw this beautiful flower. And I didn't know what it was called, so I Googled it, and get this, its called a -"

Mathew was once again interrupted as the patient at the next table let out a shrill scream, knocked all the games off the table, and began to slam her fists into the table, roaring hoarsely.

"Shit." Mathew gasped, jumping to his feet.

There were the sound of heaving footsteps racing through the hall, then the door to the rec room burst open and orderlies barged inside, headed straight for the unruly patient.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed as they grabbed her by the arms, wrenching her away from the table. "Help me!" She locked eyes with Mathew. "HELP! They're drugging us, please you have to help us please!" She sounded desperate.

Mathew stood frozen in shock, or fear.

The orderlies ignored her pleas, and fought against her as she tried to fight them off in the direction of the door.

"Miss, you are acting hysterical, we have been left with no choice but to sedate you! This is for your own good!" One orderly yelled over her screams.

They pinned her down on top of the next table. The patients seated around the table didn’t react as they were shoved out of the way by her flailing limbs, which one of the orderlies managed to pin in place without taking a fist to the face.

Another drew a hypodermic syringe from the pocket of his white scrubs. Mathew watched in shock as the orderly shoved the syringe straight through the muscle of her shoulder.

The patient screamed, one last time, before the sedative began to flow into her system, and she relaxed into the grip of the orderlies. Her eyes were already fluttering closed as they lifted her to her feet, and took her outside the room where a gurney happened to be waiting for them. Mathew stood and went to the doorway, where he watched as they lifted the patient onto the gurney, and began to strap her in with padded restraints. One of the orderlies saw Mathew watching, and gave him an apologetic shrug.

"Sorry for the scene man. That's why these patients here don't get many visits. They're all hysterical and convinced we're out to get them. This is just for their own good." The orderly turned back to his coworkers, and helped them wheel the now unconscious patient on the gurney deep into the bowels of the hospital.

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