#medicine for fever

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Antibiotic Tablet For Fever Treatment at Livlong

Explore the different types of medications available to treat fever for faster recovery. Know more about symptoms, treatment and medicine for fever and body pain on Livlong now!

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Antibiotic Tablet For Fever Treatment at Livlong

Explore the different types of medications available to treat fever for faster recovery. Know more about symptoms, treatment and medicine for fever and body pain on Livlong now!

[corgiteatime]

Lae'zel sees me dating both Astarion and Halsin in Act 3.

Despite having no levels in Bard, she casts Vicious Mockery by saying, "Elf dick has you acting unwise."

I am instantly killed.

Lae'zel is pleased to confirm she is the finest comedian the Githyanki ever produced.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Fever

Fever - any body temperature elevation over 100°F (37.8°C).

How long a fever lasts and how high it may go depends on several factors, including its cause, the age of the patient, and overall health.

Most fevers caused by infections are acute:

appearing suddenly and then

dissipating as the immune system defeats the infectious agent.

An infectious fever may also: rise and fall throughout the day, reaching its peek in the late afternoon or early evening.

A low-grade fever that lasts for several weeks - is associated with autoimmune diseases such as lupus or with some cancers, particularly leukemia and lymphoma.

A fever requires emergency treatment under the following circumstances:

newborn (three months or younger) with a fever higher than 100.5°F (38°C)

infant or child with a fever higher than 103°F (39.4°C)

fever accompanied by severe headache, neck stiffness, mental confusion, or severe swelling of the throat

A very high fever in a small child can trigger seizures (febrile seizures) and therefore should be treated immediately. A fever accompanied by the listed symptoms can indicate the presence of a serious infection, such as meningitis, and should be brought to the immediate attention of a physician.

A healthy person’s body temperature fluctuates between 97F (36.1°C) and 100°F (37.8°C), with the average being 98.6°F (37°C).

The body maintains stability within this range by balancing the heat produced by the metabolism with the heat lost to the environment.

The ‘‘thermostat’’ that controls this process is located in the hypothalamus, a small structure located deep within the brain.

The nervous system constantly relays information about the body’s temperature to the thermostat, which in turn activates different physical responses designed to cool or warm the body, depending on the circumstances.

These responses include: decreasing or increasing the flow of blood from the body’s core, where it is warmed, to the surface, where it is cooled; slowing down or speeding up the rate at which the body turns food into energy (metabolic rate); inducing shivering, which generates heat through muscle contraction; and inducing sweating, which cools the body through evaporation.

Physicians agree that the most effective treatment for a fever is to address its underlying cause, such as through the administration of antibiotics.

Also, because a fever helps the immune system fight infection, it usually should be allowed to run its course.

Drugs to lower fever (antipyretics) can be given if a patient (particularly a child) is uncomfortable. These include:

aspirin,

acetaminophen (Tylenol), and

ibuprofin (Advil).

Aspirin, however, should not be given to a child or adolescent with a fever since this drug has been linked to an increased risk of Reye’s syndrome.

Bathing a patient in cool water can also help alleviate a high fever.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Realistic Injuries

[tonhalszendvics]

I made dis

[missescalientee]

More old art for y'all, got busy so I hadn't been posting and then I got SICK made this the last time I was sick and am feeling it really hard rn

[alicealmost]

Feverish and sick, i just doodled this

Yes.. I got some serious problems and now I am shipping bunnydoll daughter with abstragedy son... neoribbun maybe?

Ig Jax and Zooble are against it btw

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

True Weakness

Thank you to @laffy-taffy-creations for helping me come up with the title!

“Darling,” Whumper called, opening the door to Whumpee’s room, “breakfast’s ready.”

The little lump under the blankets didn’t move. Whumper tutted, then spoke again.

“Whumpee, my love,” they said, “if you weren’t awake before, my voice should’ve roused you now. Come along.”

As they spoke, Whumper crossed the room to their darling’s bedside. When Whumpee still didn’t respond, a frown crept into Whumper’s features.

“Whumpee, you know how I feel about being ignored-”

Whumper pulled back the covers and nearly recoiled at what they saw. Whumpee’s eyes were shut in restless sleep, their breathing was labored, and their beautiful face contorted in discomfort as red splotches stained their usually flawless skin. Whumper put a hand to their forehead; the heat radiating there was all the confirmation they needed.

“My dearest, how long have you been like this?” they whispered to themselves.

Whumpee whimpered in their sleep, unconsciously leaning into their captor’s cool touch. Whumper crouched down at their side and cupped their too-warm face.

“Whumpee, please wake up for me,” they whispered.

Slowly, Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy irises beneath half-closed lids. Whumper breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were able to rouse them.

“You’re burning up, my darling,” they said, “how are you feeling?”

Whumpee whimpered in response, their eyes screwing shut as they nuzzled further into Whumper’s hands.

“Talk to me, what hurts?”

Whumpee looked up at them with the most pitiful expression.

“Everything,” they croaked hoarsely.

There was an unnatural gravel to their voice, and it looked like just speaking was causing them pain.

“I’m afraid I might have to take you to a doctor,” Whumper decided, “are you going to behave for me?”

Whumper didn’t wait for their response; they hoisted Whumpee up into a bridal carry. At this point, Whumpee would usually protest, but their current state had made them miserably docile. Whumper brought them to the car and laid them in the passenger’s seat. They buckled their seatbelt for them and closed their door. Once in the driver’s seat, Whumper sped off to the nearest town. The benefit of living in a large cabin in a private forest was no one would bother them and their darling, but the privacy did have its downsides, especially in situations like this.

…

Whumpee had fallen asleep on the way home. Whumper gently carried them inside and tucked them back into bed. Strep throat, the doctor had said, and a pretty bad case of it, too. Whumper had no idea how Whumpee had gotten it, they had always been so careful to keep them as healthy as possible. Whumper felt utterly ashamed of themselves for letting this happen, and as they opened the bag of medicine Whumpee had been prescribed, they fought the urge to cry. Gently, they shook their shoulder.

“Mmm,” Whumpee groaned.

“I’m sorry my love, but I need you to take some of this.”

Whumper poured some medicine onto a spoon. Whumpee looked down at the thick, sticky liquid, then back up at Whumper pleadingly.

“I know, I know,” Whumper said, “but you have to take it. It’s going to help you feel better. You do want to feel better, don’t you?”

Whumper slipped a hand behind Whumpee’s back and lifted them into a sitting position. Whumpee’s mouth fell open, allowing them to feed them the medicine.

With great difficulty, and quite the grimace, Whumpee swallowed. Whumper quickly offered them a glass of water, which they drained in a matter of seconds. Whumper then lowered them back into bed.

“I’ll let you get your rest,” they said, “you’re going to need it.”

Whumper turned to leave, but a weak hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed their sleeve. Whumper turned, their brows going up in surprise. Whumpee looked just as shocked as them.

“What is it, darling?”

“…S-Stay?”

Whumper melted on the spot. They crawled in bed next to their little Whumpee, holding them close. The germs could go fly a kite. This was the first time Whumpee had actually wanted Whumper to be with them. Maybe Whumper should let them get sick more often…

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[discordiansamba]

anyways some more spitballing about the zuko time travel AU, in no particular order

they kind of. forget to tell Toph about the whole 'Li is a time traveler' thing. or that his name isn't actually Li (and they're so used to calling him that/being called that that it doesn't even strike a chord in her earth sense) right up until they actually run into Zuko again.

Toph: wait. hang on. does Sparky have a twin? because Angry Ponytail over there feels a lot like him.

everyone else: uuuuuhhhhhhh

(they do tell her after that)

Zuko's cover story as they travel is that he's a Fire Nation deserter, because it's a little more believable than the truth.

when they cross paths with Jeong-Jeong, Zuko leaves a letter for Iroh with him. he thinks a lot about what to say, but he just settles for the absolute most important part- that Zhao is planning on killing the moon spirit, and that if nothing is done, he'll succeed.

(Iroh would recognize that handwriting anywhere.)

they can't put the genomite rings on Zuko in Omashu because he climbed up into the rafters when they weren't looking and he is not coming down. Bumi thinks this is really funny.

they don't have to travel to Crescent Island on the solstice so Roku can tell Aang about the comet because Zuko can just tell them about the comet. only he does this in the most blunt and matter of fact way possible. because he's Zuko.

sokka: why didn't you warn us about (thing happening)! you're from the future!!!

zuko: you didn't tell me!!!!

eventually there will be a point in which there are two Zukos in the Gaang. Sokka decides that while he loves his older brother very much, that is entirely too many Zukos.

(one day, in Ba Sing Se, Zuko will look in the mirror and recognize himself as Li.)

Zuko: okay. bad news. you have to let yourself get captured by Zhao and taken to Pohuai Stronghold, because if you don't, I don't know when he'll capture you and where he'll take you.

Aang: awww man.

Zuko: good news, I can get the frogs Sokka and Katara will need to suck on while you're gone.

Katara: the WHAT

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Antibiotic Tablet For Fever Treatment at Livlong

Check out the different types of medications available to treat fever for faster recovery. Read more about symptoms, treatment and medicine for fever and body pain on Livlong now!

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke IG Story

📸: Nicolás González

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Magic Whump Week Day 7

9/29: Magic exhaustion / "I can't…"

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original

Words: 1100

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: caretaking, delirium, fever, mistreatment, living weapon whump, medicine, swearing, guilt, arguing

A/N: That's a wrap for Magic Whump Week! Thank you so much to @kabie-whump for hosting, and happy birthday to Ventis! 🎉This was fun :D

I'll be back in two days for Whumptober, so stick around! <3

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The medical tent was silent as Caretaker squeezed the water out of a thin cloth, the cool liquid dripping between their fingers into the shallow bowl in their lap. Folding it in half, they gently placed the fabric on Whumpee’s forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear.

Whumpee’s eyes, half-open, twitched slightly as the cool cloth made contact with their warm, flushed skin, looking at Caretaker but not seeing them. They mumbled something unintelligible.

Caretaker rose and returned the bowl to the nearby table, which held medical equipment and medicines designed for someone suffering from magic exhaustion, like Whumpee. Protocol demanded that they measure out the correct doses and force the bitter liquids down Whumpee’s throat, to speed up recovery and get them back onto the field as soon as possible.

Protocol set in place by Caretaker’s superiors, who didn’t understand the full effects the medications could have on a person’s physical and mental state. It didn’t take long for the side effects to become apparent. Higher and higher doses required to achieve the same results after prolonged use. Chronic fatigue and brain fog. More difficulty controlling their magic.

Caretaker’s colleagues had tried countless times to make the dangers clear to their superiors. However, it quickly became clear that the health and well-being of the magic users were not the leaders’ highest priority.

So a stand was made. The medics quietly stopped using the medication for new recruits. The more experienced magic users had to be weaned off slowly, to prevent extreme withdrawal.

Whumpee was one such magic user.

Caretaker watched them stare at nothing for a long time, eyes tracking the movements of things only they could see. Whether it was the current of magic in the tent or just hallucinations, Caretaker didn’t know. How they hated seeing the magic users run into the ground, forced to spend every last drop of magic for the cause until they collapsed, barely conscious, and were rushed to the medical tent for recovery.

It showed just how little their superiors cared for the lives of those beneath them. Anything for the cause.

“Caretaker…” Whumpee mumbled, eyes fixed upon them.

Caretaker moved to their side. “I’m here, Whumpee.”

“I can’t… I can’t think….”

“It’s just the magic exhaustion, you’ll start feeling better soon.”

Whumpee’s eyes drifted away, pupils constricting as if a bright light was in their face. Perhaps it was, but only to them.

Caretaker snapped their fingers next to Whumpee’s ear. “What’s going on? What are you seeing?”

“Lights…” Whumpee murmured, “pretty….”

“We’re in a fairly strong magic current.” Caretaker frowned, noting how Whumpee’s eyes followed the invisible lights to their left. A west heading. The magic users were trained to ignore the currents, to use only their innate magic. The raw magic in the currents was too powerful for one magic user to contain. Whumpee was too out of it to remember.

Caretaker snapped their fingers in Whumpee’s face. “Hey. Eyes on me. Remember your training.”

“Training…” Whumpee repeated skeptically, but they obediently watched Caretaker.

Caretaker glanced over their shoulder at the table. They couldn’t stall on the medication for much longer. Magic users in withdrawal hungered for any sort of energy. A magical current like the one they were in now was the perfect source for a delirious, desperate Whumpee.

They turned back to Whumpee and moved the damp cloth over their eyes. “Don’t move,” they instructed sternly, “I’m getting something to help you feel better.”

Whumpee mumbled something in reply, too low to be understood. Caretaker ignored them, rising and moving to the table, where they quickly measured out the lowered dose, specifically tailored for Whumpee. It accounted for their weight, power type, power volatility, and the minimum needed to prevent extreme withdrawal symptoms.

Dose completed, Caretaker poured it into a small, thin bottle and returned to Whumpee. They removed the cloth from Whumpee’s eyes and instructed them to sit up. Whumpee did as instructed, gaze still tracking the magical currents in the tent.

Caretaker placed the bottle in their hand. “Drink.”

Whumpee obeyed without question, barely reacting to the bitter taste. Caretaker frowned. This isn’t right.

Whumpee gasped, pupils dilating to twice their normal size, and collapsed back onto the cot, eyes wide open but body completely limp. The bottle fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.

Caretaker flinched away for the briefest moment before they dove over Whumpee, fingers frantically searching for their pulse. It was fast. Too fast.

Shitshitshitshit!

Caretaker stumbled back to the table, mind racing, trying to remember which bottle held the antidote whipped up by one of their colleagues in case something exactly like this happened. Their heart pounded in their ears as they measured out the dose, but their hands were perfectly steady.

Dose measured, Caretaker poured it into Whumpee’s open mouth and forced them to swallow. For a moment, nothing happened.

And then, without warning, Whumpee inhaled sharply and began to cough. Tears spilled down their face as the fit continued, and Caretaker grabbed a cup of water as Whumpee sat up, rubbing a hand over their face.

“Damn,” they whispered hoarsely, gulping down the water, “that burned.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like someone scrubbed my brain with salt and lemon juice,” Whumpee stated, pressing their fingers to their temples. “Damn that stings, but damn was it needed. What did you do?”

Caretaker shifted, guilt curling in their stomach. “We’re trying to rid you of the dependency on the medication. It’s doing more harm than good. But it appears I misjudged how badly you’d react to the new dose….”

Whumpee stared at them. “You’re telling me this now?”

Caretaker bit their lip. “You’ve seen what happened to the other magic users who’ve been here two years, three years, four. The medication—”

“You did this without my permission.”

“I—”

“No.” Whumpee shoved the cup back into their hands and stood. They towered a full foot and a half over Caretaker. “I don’t want to hear it. You could have killed me, and you didn’t even ask.”

“Please—”

Whumpee glared at them. “I hope you realize just how badly I want to report you to our superiors. I understand what you intended, but this…!” They ran a hand through their hair. “I need to clear my head. Damn this magic current.”

They turned to go, but Caretaker grabbed their shoulder. “I can’t let you, I haven’t discharged you—”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Whumpee hissed. “Let go of me.” They jerked out of Caretaker’s grasp and stalked out of the tent. 

Caretaker watched them go, guilt and terror battling in their mind. The cup slipped out of their fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter, but didn’t break. Their legs trembled, and Caretaker sank onto the cot where Whumpee had just rested.

Whumpee was right. Caretaker had messed up.

And now Caretaker was going to pay for it.

[sweetestflow3rs]

wip of au!whitvani as parents......

[one-time-i-dreamt]

So I was at this like, class thingy at the rec center that is best described as a mix of chemistry and a practical effects course for people wanting to go into that industry, and they were doing a thing about how people in movies are able to be set on fire without dying, and use the clip of Giles attacking Angel from this

Buffy behind the scenes/blooper/whatever the fuck it’s called reel as a demonstration, so while the teacher person was trying to like, talk about how it worked, you just heard the sound of a baseball bat thwacking air in the background.