#my stomach does not do well with mucous

[justmaghookit]

I threw up :(

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Oh, no no no no no no. I won’t let y’all talk shit about our bestie the Vagus Nerve.

My dude is a a cranial nerve that inervates A LOT of stuff. This absolute unit goes all the way to you abdomen and takes care of MANY organs.

Look at all that! It’s so much!

Let me tell you some stuff the Vagus nerve (CN X or cranial nerve 10) does!

In the neck:

-Pharyngeal branches : Provides motor innervation to the majority of the muscles of the pharynx and soft palate.

-Superior laryngeal nerve : Splits into internal and external branches. The external laryngeal nerve innervates the cricothyroid muscle of the larynx. The internal laryngeal provides sensory innervation to the laryngopharynx and superior part of the larynx.

-Recurrent laryngeal nerve (right side only) : Hooks underneath the right subclavian artery, then ascends towards to the larynx. It innervates the majority of the intrinsic muscles of the larynx.

In the thorax, they form anterior (the right one) and posterior (the left one) vagal trunks, that then branches to contribute to the formation of the oesophageal plexus, which innervates the smooth muscle of the oesophagus. These are the branches that arrive from here:

- Left recurrent laryngeal nerve : it hooks under the arch of the aorta, ascending to innervate the majority of the intrinsic muscles of the larynx.

-Cardiac branches : these innervate regulate heart rate and provide visceral sensation to the organ.

Then the vagal trunks enter the abdomen via the oesophageal hiatus, which is an opening in the diaphragm.

And then, in the abdomen, the vagal trunks terminate by dividing into branches that supply the oesophagus, stomach and the small and large bowel (up to the splenic flexure).

My dude got sensorial, motor AND parasympathetic functions. That’s a lot of responsibilities! And super important ones!

And now, the one you’re talking trash about is the LEFT recurrent laryngeal nerve, not the vagus nerve itself! It’s a branch of the vagus nerve!

What happens is that the vagus nerve comes down from the head following the internal carotid artery, both left and right side alike. Then, when internal and external carotid arteries converge, they become the common carotid artery, which the vagus nerve still follows. But here’s what happens next: unlike the right common artery, that unites with the subclavian right artery and become the right brachioencephalic trunk before going to the aortic arc, the left common aortic artery goes directly to the aortic arc!!!

But why is that so important, you may ask? Because the recurrent laryngeal nerve (a branch of the vagus nerve), as the name implies, is a recurrent nerve, which means it goes to the opposite direction of the nerve it branches of! And to do so, this branch needs a place where it can loop to go up! This is no problem for the right one, since it can just loop under the brachioencephalic trunk, Al the while unnerving some parts of the upper esophagus, a bit of the pharynx, before getting to the larynx. But the left one? It can’t do the same!!

Remember when I said up there how it was relevant the fact that the left common aortic artery goes directly to the aortic arch? Well, then the left recurrent nerve doesn’t have where to loop up, right? So it has to wait until it gets to the aortic arch so it can use the structure to loop up!

Look at that poor thing!

But it still works hard even if it has to follow a longer path! It gives several filaments to the cardiac plexus! To mucous membranes and muscles! It supplies numerous autonomic and sensory nerves as it travels back up toward the larynx! It’s so important!!!

Let me tell you some stuff it inervates than just the voice box:

- Most of the intrinsic muscles of the larynx (except the cricothyroid muscle, which is supplied by the external laryngeal nerve)

- motor branches to muscles on the throat

- visceral sensory fibers from the area below the larynx, AND secretomotor supply to the laryngeal mucosal structures below the level of the vocal cords and trachea.

-As mentioned before, some parts of the esophagus, heart, trachea and pharynx.

Look at this dude! It helps as much as it can with the hand evolution gave it!!

The human body may be full of shitty designs, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on with the giraffe, but the Vagus Nerve is doing it’s best and we should apprevaite appreciate the work it does for us❤️

‘the human body is perfect god doesnt make mistakes’ what about wisdom teeth then. huh. gonna let those bastards grow in and fuck up your jaw for god. didnt think so

[remember-to-be-gentle]

what about reader summoning a demon in desperation after losing their job but they summon the wrong one? (Enji? Madara? Dabi? Miruko? Up to u it could be any1)

I made a header for this fic because it kept getting buried in my drafts also this fic is for you demon tail fuckers.

Subject: BNHA, Demon!Dabi aka Touya Todoroki

Title: How Much Does a Pound of Flesh Cost? (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Murder, demon summoning, workplace harassment, non con, cannibalism, loss of virginity/bad women’s anatomy, tail penetration, blood, crying, reader is in pain multiple times

You couldn’t take it anymore. The harassment, the taunting, the rumors. HR didn’t help and God knew if your lazy as hell boss was going to so much as glance in the direction of your problems. So you’d had to turn to other means. 

It was a last resort, you’d told yourself that over and over again, only to be used if there was no other option. You couldn’t leave the job, it paid too well and no where would hire someone who quit after just three months on the job. Wiping tears out of your eyes, you drew the last parts of the upside pentagram on your hardwood floors, the chalk coming off in puffy chunks. 

The upside down pentagram was ugly, no lines straight or even, but it should work, after all, summoning a demon didn’t require artistic talent, just desire. You grabbed the demon summoning book you’d gotten off Amazon and flipped to the page you’d bookmarked with sticky tabs and dried tears. In broken Latin and probably the worst accent ever, you read the words you’d only spoken in your fantasies and closed your eyes. 

There was power in them, you could tell, though you weren’t sure exactly how much power would come from them. And just as quickly as the power had built, it crashed. Terrified your eyes shot open, fear gripping your heart. Had you failed? Did you really fail in your final attempt to save yourself?

And then you saw it.

Him.

The demon in the circle. 

He smirked at you from where he laid in the chalk, hair so dark red it was black, eyes blue as the hottest part of the flame, skin either charred in patches or pale and smooth, staples keeping it all together. Two bull-like horns grew from his head and a long devil’s tail whipped about behind him. “Hey, doll,” he said, “what can I do you for?”

You’d prepared yourself for this. Demons were tricky with their words and quick to act, it was best to find out what they wanted before you told them why they were summoned. “Tell me what I have to pay first.”

“Doll,” he groaned, his body rising like a rag doll. His head flopped forward, those burning blue eyes zeroing in on you, “I can’t bill you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

Shit, maybe you didn’t have the edge you thought you did. You swallowed and said, “I want... I want to make my coworkers suffer like they made me suffer. I want them to hurt—on the inside! I don’t want to see them bleed out or anything...” 

The demon made a rumbling noise, your apartment shaking with him, picture frames rattling and furniture shaking. “You wish for them experience the same pain you did, pain that’s on the inside...” He drifted closer to you, an electric aura of malice surrounding him, “And you don’t want to see them bleed. Tricky, tricky.” His tail whipped again. “I think I would like my price to be...” He stopped right in front of you and smiled wide, showing off sharp canines built for tearing flesh, “My price will be your mucous.” 

You blinked. “My mucous?”

He whipped his tail again, the tip of it suddenly right at your nose. “If you agree to the terms then eat of my flesh and your will shall become mine.” 

“Wait,” your mind was steal reeling from his price and now he wanted you bite his tail off? The book hadn’t said anything about this. 

“Every second you hesitate,” the demon growled, “is another second of your torment. Eat and be fulfilled.” 

“Fine, okay.” He really wasn’t giving you time to think about this. You opened your mouth and he thrust in his tail, hard, the tip making it halfway down your throat, choking you for as heat crowded your face. For several swollen seconds you stayed there choking on his tail before instinct had you slamming your teeth down. 

The tail snapped apart easily, the taste of pig skin a ghost on your tongue as the tail dropped down your esophagus and into your stomach. The weight of your deal hung heavily in your belly. 

Heat erupted from your stomach, the taste of smoke overpowering your senses, burning your nose until you collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Tears spilled over down your cheeks, carrying with it the sensation of burning, as if you’d been consumed in hellfire. The weight of the demon’s tail vanished. 

When you finally caught your breath, you saw the demon was gone, leaving no trace behind except for the chalk circle that had been reshaped to read D̦̠̝̻̱̦̮̲̫̅̃́͂̈́͢͝͞Ȧ̸̧̫̠̦̬̞͛̽͐͆͜͝B̵̝̼̗̠̺̳̓̈͌͊̔͊́̀͞I̵͎͔͔͍̫͛̊̏͘͜͠.

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With no idea when the demon would come back for his payment, you were left with no choice but to go to work. Your stomach twisted in terrorized knots. You didn’t want to confront them, look them in the eye and know that their hatred wouldn’t vanish without demonic intervention, but you’d used all your sick days and your rent wouldn’t pay itself. 

The building was empty, which wasn’t unusual this early in the morning, though it concerned you the security guards weren’t in their places. You got into the elevator and took a deep breath. Alright, 

You slowly entered the office and noticed first the silence. No fingers clacking keyboards. No rising bubbles from the water cooler. No idle chatter. No one seated in their cubicle. Nothing. Not even security making their rounds. 

As you walked through the maze of cubicles, a terrible stench invaded your nostrils, making your stomach twist. It was coming from the board room. You slowly made your way over, bile lapping at the back of your throat with each step closer, nausea swelling in your skull until you were dizzy. The carpet had claw marks coming from all over the office, as if something had been dragged away. Some cubicle walls were smashed or broken. You kept walking toward the smell. 

And then you saw it. 

Inside the glass meeting room, surrounding the large wooden table, were all your coworkers. Not a single one of them so much as twitched, their skin was purple and blotchy, nearly black in some spots. Internal bleeding, you recognized immediately, they’d either been beaten so bad their organs ruptured or something inside them had been torn them apart. Either way you needed to get out of—

“Hey doll,” Dabi the demon slithered out from the shadows, his voice making the room rumble like he had in your house, “like what I’ve done with the place?”

You stared at him in horror. “You... you did this?”

“I did,” he floated toward the table, newly regrown tail whipping behind him, “and it was fun, too. Its been a while since I’ve been asked to kill without leaving a trace. You’re a surprisingly naughty girl.” 

“No! I didn’t want you to kill them! I wanted them to hurt like I did—”

“Doll.” His voice terrorized you and forced you still, a demonic force so dark and ugly that your nearly vomitted. “You asked me to hurt them like they hurt you. You understand I can’t make them feel anything that isn’t...” He ran a blue fingernail over one of your coworkers darkened faces, “physical.” He wrapped his tail around their throat, shaking their head back and forth. “So I did what you asked, I made them hurt without letting them bleed out. All the bleeding is internal, where it’s supposed to be, and just like you requested.”

“No, no, you should have said something if that was the case! I didn’t want anyone to die!” 

“But then you wouldn’t have taken my deal,” he pouted, releasing your coworker to approach you, still floating, “and then I wouldn’t have gotten paid. Besides, didn’t they hurt you so badly you wanted to die? You summoned a demon to hurt them after all, and even agreed to pay my price.” 

His payment that’s right it was... mucous. “Why do you want mucous, anyway?”

He ran a hand down your nose and then hooked his finger into your nostril, forcing you to look up at him. Sharp pain erupted in your skin but the deadly look in his eye made you keep quiet. “Did you think this is what I wanted? Oh no, you poor silly, little thing. I don’t know a soul would have use for your disgusting boogers.” His tail whipped forward and slid into your pants, ungraciously rubbing against your slit, “This is the mucous I want. Your hymen.”

You tried to step away but Dabi hooked his fingers deeper, pulling up and making you scream from the pain. "You tricked me! I didn't agree to this!"

Dabi chuckled darkly. "Next time ask clarifying questions, babe." He sharply removed his fingers, letting you fall on the floor. He didn't let you catch your breath, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and throwing you on the table.

Your head hit the solid wood first, hard, marking your teeth rattle and skull bounce, the rest of your body forcing you to slide to the end of the table. A groan escaped your throat and when you tried to sit up, your face was just inches from your dead boss's. You shrieked and tried to scramble away, but Dabi pinned you down, one hand on your back, the other yanking your pants off. “Stop!” You screamed, “This isn’t what I wanted!” 

You felt his tail circle your entrance, the tapered point pressing into your clit until you squirmed. It pulled your panties aside and felt the slick that had gathered, far too much for just rubbing your slit. It must have been some kind of demon magic that got him what he wanted faster. “This isn’t about what you want anymore,” he sneered in your ear, “your request is fulfilled, now pay up.” His tail slid inside you, suddenly much larger than you remembered seeing or swallowing, stretching out your insides as the tapered point met your cervix. 

But it kept growing.  

The tail’s girth continued to swell inside you, breaking your tight rings of untouched muscle as your core clenched around it. No matter how much you wanted to hate it, it felt good all the way inside you, reaching parts of you that had remained clean until now, and then the pain kicked in again. 

The discomfort before had been an uncomfortable adjustment, slightly itchy if anything, but now it was searing, your insides feeling like they’d been torn apart and gutted. You shrieked, nails digging into the wood of the table. You swung your hips back and forth as if that would make him remove his tail but it only made the tip press harder against your cervix.

Dabi shoved your hips back down against the table. “Relax, I’m almost done.” 

Each swell of his tail was excruciating, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain. 

It seemed to reach a maximum painful girth, stuck inside you as your insides twisted. And faster than it had grown, his tail shrunk back down to normal and slid out of you. You could feel blood following after, dripping out of your entrance and onto the board meeting table.  

Dabi started to lift himself up and you thought he was done, contract complete, but you heard him unzip his pants and before you could process exactly what was coming next, something new pressed inside you. It didn’t hurt as much as the tail, but it was much hotter, pushing all the way inside you until something warm and squishy pressed against your clit. Your sore insides itched and clung at the object, making you whimper. “This,” Dabi groaned, “is your tip.” 

He pulled back and slammed back in, your torn core making you see stars from the sharp pain. His dick. He’d put this demon fucking dick inside you. You screamed and tried to thrash, but Dabi was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. All you really ended up doing was humping his cock and crying.

He simply ignored you and pumped roughly into you, his heavy balls slamming against your clit with each downstroke. You kept crying and thrashing and Dabi must have gotten annoyed with you because he growled, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Just stay still and let me take what I want.”

You choked out a sob, failing at swallowing the tears that slid down your cheeks and onto the table. With your boss’s dead eyes staring into you, you did your best to ignore the rough thrusting of the demon you’d sold your virginity to. You’d paid for revenge and lost far more than you’d bargained for. 

[kirboner]

c!Ranboo’s physiology & his relationship with water.

So we all know that Ranboo’s half enderman and half unknown, right? So here are some of my headcanons about how water functions in his body :].

- Endermen are naturally averse to water, as touching water burns their skin. Ranboo is half endermen, meaning water has the same effect on him. Soaking himself in water for an extended period of time would cover him in 3rd degree burns, eventually eroding his soft tissue. Touching water would immediately give him 2nd degree burns, which are notably more painful but less life-threatening than 3rd degree burns. Existing in areas of especially high humidity/misty locations for long time periods would sting his skin, potentially leading to 1st degree burns depending on the environment. However, this reaction is localised mostly to his “outer” skin (i.e., his arms, legs, face, chest, etc.). The skin on the inside of his mouth, tongue, throat and various digestive organs have a higher tolerance to water due to being coated in a mucous layer that’s generally more hydrophilic.

- While human mucous is approximately ~95% water, Ranboo’s is roughly 10-35% water. This makes it appear more phlegm-like, and he has to consume less than half of the water human’s do to prevent getting a dry throat/mouth because of this. His internal organs are coated in this mucous at varying levels of water density to prevent burning while digesting foods that contain water. For example, his stomach acid naturally contains the highest water content (~35%), so the mucous on the walls of his stomach have a water density of around <10%.

- The higher the water content of a food, the “spicier” it feels to him. Chips aren’t spicy, and starchy fruits (bananas, passion fruit) are mild-medium in spiciness. High water content fruits like watermelon, oranges or tomatoes are incredibly spicy to him. He prefers snacking on dehydrated fruits because of this.

- He doesn’t drink water; he absorbs the little water he does need indirectly from the food he eats. Drinking straight water would feel like drinking pure Tabasco sauce to him, and he’d probably feel sick for days as his body regulates the water content.

- Despite his memory problems, he never forgets his aversion to water as its instinctual to him, like breathing or flinching.

- The enchantments he put on his netherite makes his armour completely hydrophobic, preventing any water from directly touching his skin while wearing it. This lets him swim in the ocean and trudge through snow easily.

- Endermen do not have sweat glands like humans do, as they can naturally withstand and prefer colder climates (they originate from The End, a place with no natural sunlight). Meaning they don’t have to cool down their bodies as often, as their environments are usually cold. Ranboo also doesn’t have sweat glands, instead he cools his body down through a type of vasodilation (expanding the blood vessels closer to the skin in order to exchange heat with his environment). 

- Cooling his body down in hot climates for long periods of time is energy sapping. He stores his armour in a sort of “freezer” overnight before his goes to warmer locations, so he doesn’t get as tired as quickly.

- The tundra is an ideal biome for him since its both cold and dry. Jungles are his least favourite biome due to their stifling heat, humidity and rainfall. He also enjoys going on late night walks in the desert, because of its stark temperature drops at night and clear skies.

- Endermen express their emotions differently to humans, they tend to shake and screech when upset rather than cry, as they are physically unable to do so. Endermen don’t have tear ducts, but unfortunately for Ranboo- he does. His eyes are covered with a much thinner layer of mucous compared to his organs, so when tears start to form it stings and temporarily clouds his vision. However, due to the thin mucous layer covering his waterline and sclera, he doesn’t take any long-term damage as long as the tears don’t touch his skin.

- Crying takes a great physical toll on Ranboo, producing tears takes up a lot of the water he has in his body. This gives him a headache and generally makes him feel dehydrated. The greatest toll, however, occurs if his tears touch the skin on his face/body. Tears touching his face or body leave 2nd degree burns and permanent scars. Because of this, he suppresses his need to cry at almost any cost.

BONUS HCS: 

+ Ranboo found out that his tears burned him when he was a kid. He was upset and looked down, so instead of sliding down his face his tears landed on his hand. He still has a faded scar on the back of his left hand as a reminder not to cry.

+ Whenever he can’t suppress his need to cry, he tilts his head down and weeps, letting the tears hit the floor below him.

Well, those were all my headcanons, if you have anything to add don’t be afraid to tack it on! Also, I think the idea of Ranboo reaching an emotional breaking point and letting his tears burn down his cheek would make some excellent Angst Material (TM) (e.g. Michael being killed, Tubbo losing his last life, being told about the damage he caused while Enderwalking, etc.) :]

[builder051]

Hi! Happy SS! Could you maybe right something where Steve gets appendicitis? Like maybe in Whoa Bessie or Powers/No Powers where Bucky freaks out and Steve is trying to make sure he's not panicking while trying to grin and bear the pain. Maybe they need to call Sam for help? If not that's okay, I love your writing :)

Can do! This is Powers/No Powers.

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Steve hopes his morning stint of vomiting doesn't disturb Bucky any more than the usual flushing of the toilet in the ensuite. They've been sleeping together again. Literally, at least. They still hold such different hours that this passing in the night is sometimes the only time spent together, but, it's better. They both feel it.

Steve wipes his mouth on a washcloth and peers out the doorway and into the bedroom. The dresser. The closet. He doesn't want to yank open stuck drawers or reach up for shirts carefully hung up on the bar. His stomach hurts, and while the fire inside him has mostly tamed, blots of sweat on his upper lip and lower back keep him from really settling.

Steve grits his teeth and heads to the dresser. The bits of wood scraping against each other usually make him think of the piece of furniture as rustic, handmade. Now it's nothing short of annoying.

Steve chooses an undershirt and boxers. He pulls them on, trying to act normally. Pain blooms, though, as he lifts his right arm over his head. His entire flank, from chest to groin, starts to throb, and the nausea edges back into his stomach.

Steve lets out a breath and takes a couple of steps backward. The foot of the bed hits him behind the knees, and Steve's body curls automatically. He wraps arms around his toes and buries his chin in his knees.

The mattress shifts. "'S going on?" Bucky asks sleepily, appearing as a long pale face surrounded by poufs of dark hair. "You ok?

Steve has to force out a groan before he can speak. "Something. Down hereish." He gestures around his right stomach and hip. Then he forces a placating smile. "Probably did something at the gym..."

"Stevie." Bucky contorts himself so he's now on Steve's other side. "You never hurt yourself. And if what you're showing me is accurate, we've got a lot more to--"

"S-sorry," Steve mutters, skidding across the bedroom floor before landing on his knees in front of the toilet again."

"Yeah..." Bucky whispers, before following and stationing himself beside Steve with washcloths and towels.

Steve still has his head in the toilet when Bucky starts giving edicts.

"You know it's your appendix, right? Mine went a couple years ago, and it was just like this."

"Nuh." Steve uses the edge of toilet seat to scrape bits of mucous off his chin. "I don't know..." He avoids loosing a gag by turning his face into his shoulder. "The ER is mad right now, and my deductible..."

"Well," Bucky looks around for his phone, which is hanging out of the pocket of his boxers. "It's, what 7:30? People are up. Sam's probably up." He raises his eyebrows at Steve?

"What, and he does PJ field medicine in the living room until I pop or something?"

"I was thinking like he could help keep the edge off, then maybe call and see if they have a bed. He still has connections at the VA." Bucky tries an uneasy smile.

Steve's gone limp and freezing. He nods, then reaches out for Bucky.

"Yeah," he says. "That's good." Then, "Back to bed? 'M cold..."

"Of course." Bucky's good arm immediately weaves over Steve's shoulders, and they make a break back for the bedroom, launching from the floor and landing in a tangle. Steve wraps his arms around himself to protect his tender abdomen, and Bucky arranges the blankets for optimal warmth.

Bucky turns away from Steve a little to place the call to Sam.

Steve hears the phone start to ring. "Not looking forward to this..."

"Love you way more than the alternative," Bucky whispers before Sam picks up the line and says, "hello."

[ask-a-vetblr]

What symptoms does kidney failure have? Can an animal with it be saved if you notice soon enough? Asking because my cat died of kidney failure but it happened when I was 9 so I wasn't very knowledgeable and I doubt I could have done much (though I do feel kinda guilty now that you said that it has symptoms ngl), but now I'm wondering if my cat could have lived had my parents noticed something off.

Hi, Sueanoi here.

“Kidney Failure” that laypeople often talk about can be roughly divided to acute type and chronic type.

Let’s begin with chronic type, as it is more commonly found in older animals. We call this Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD). The nephrons (working unit of kidney) slowly stop functioning. The first sign that some observant owners will see is their animal will drink a lot more, and urinate a lot more. We call this Polydipsia/Polyuria, or PUPD. This is only the beginning, however, as kidney is an organ that can compensate for its lose function very well. Most animals will not show any signs until they have lost more than 75% of kidney function. Most of the times when the animal is presented to veterinary is usually for vomiting and stinky mouth. And despite the extra thirst, the animal is usually super dehydrated (tenting skin, dry mouth). Due to kidney being unable to excrete blood urea nitrogen (BUN), a byproduct from metabolizing protein, it start to become toxic to the animal. The mucous membrane becomes ulcerated, most obviously in mouth and stomach. And because the kidney also make hormones that induce blood cell production, some animals have nonregenrative anemia (low red blood cell without new cells being made), another sign is high blood pressure (and its consequences, such as blindness) due to the kidney playing a role in blood pressure control. The best thing to do for CKD is fluid therapy in the initial phase of treatment, symptomatic treatment, and lifelong presciption diet control.

In Acute Kidney Injury (AKI), can be found in any age.The progress is much faster. As the kidney suddenly stopped functioning from whatever reason, the animal may stopped producing urine (anuria), causing the BUN level to overshoot like 5 times the normal level. All of the end-stage kidney failure signs will show very quickly (vomiting, stinky ulcerated mouth, depression) If not successfully controlled, the animal dies in 1-5 days. Unfortunately, the mortality rate for AKI is quite high. If survived, most cases will end with CKD.

There are more types of kidney diseases that may cause an animal to have edema in the limbs, or lose protein in the urine (can only be detected at vet’s). For general owners of animals, I suggest annual blood test to screen for early kidney signs. In case of well-controlled early CKD, the animal may live comfortably for years to come.

[kaweeella]

Bonding Time, Kids

Chapter 2- You Say It So Normally, But What You’re Saying Is So Absurd

Warnings- Swearing, let me know if I should add anything else.

Words- 1368

Author note- :D

“Wait, do you have my quirk?!”

“It would appear that the fog did more to our quirks than we first thought.” Momo stands up with a sigh.

“I presume this was her objective since square one. I ponder, however, what she wishes to gain from this.” Reiko says so quietly it’s nearly a whisper.

“Aaah!” Kosei screams. Looking at him, everyone sees a large, dark, bird-like entity coming out of his midsection. It does not look happy.

“Dark Shadow!” Fumikage runs towards the two and gains their attention.

“How do you control it?!”

“I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“The sun is still out, so this is as controlled as he gets.”

Dark Shadow gets really close to Kosei, uncomfortably so.

“What is it…” Dark Shadow bumps into his face. “Why?”

“He needs enrichment.”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll just pretend this is normal.”

While that goes on; Mashirao sits up, rubbing his head. But he feels something on his temples, and feels uncomfortable sitting.

“Oh hey, Ojiro. Good to see you’ve come-to.” Denki sat by him the entire time, not really doing much, but there isn’t really much he can do.

“What happened? Where’d the villain go?”

“Well, we don’t know where she went, but we do have a pretty good idea of what she did.”

“Which was…” Mashirao prompts Denki to finish the statement.

“She scrambled up our quirks.”

“Does that have anything to do with whatever it is on my forehead?”

“Yeah, probably. It’s weird to see you without a tail.”

“Oh.” So that’s why he’s so uncomfortable. “You seem pretty calm about this.”

“I was so confused and startled that I looped back around into a zen state.”

“You know, I think I’m going through that, too.”

“Nice.”

“Who’s quirk do you have?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“Haven’t really checked.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I’m nervous.”

“Oh.”

“It’s probably silly of me. It’s dumb, a lot worse could’ve happened. I can only imagine what it felt like for you.”

“I guess, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous.”

“Huh.”

Something grabs Denki’s attention. He gets up and walks over to Hitoshi, with Mashirao following behind.

“I found your tail.” He says, pointing at the boy who’s still laying on the ground.

“Fuck, what happened?” Hitoshi props himself up on his elbows. Denki sits down and starts petting the tuft of hair at the end of his newly acquired tail. “The hell?”

“You should try this, it’s calming.” Denki says, not to either of them in particular. 

Mashirao sits next to him and looks Hitoshi in the eyes. After a second, Hitoshi gives a small nod, and he pets the tuft too.

“It’s soft.”

“Are you aware of the… horns?”

“I had some idea of them, yeah.”

After a few seconds, Hitoshi lays back down.

Meanwhile, Izuku mutters, as he is one to do. Looking up, he sees a bunch of mushrooms have sprouted around him.

Kinoko slowly walks up to him, inspecting the fungi around him.

“I guess that means I got your quirk, Komori.”

“Hmm.” Is all she says in response.

“It doesn’t seem like the swaps were one to one.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” She pokes at a cluster of thin, tall, and white mushrooms. “These are flammulina velutipes, also known as enoki mushrooms. These ones are specifically cultivated ones, that’re grown specifically for eating. They’re also referred to as the golden needle mushroom in Chinese.”

“Why are they called that?”

“Probably because the wild ones are more orange-yellow in color.”

“That’s cool!”

“Yeah.”

Yosetsu lays on the ground where he was thrown by his teacher. He’d been laying there for a while now, on his back and limbs splayed.

Itsuka reaches her hand down to help him up. “You doing alright, Awase?”

“I feel like my insides are trying to become my outsides.” He says as he takes her hand and stands up, with a bit of a slouch. Yosetsu mumbles curses under his breath.

“Hey I think I figured it out!” Denki yells and large amounts of ice jets out of his side, freezing up Yosetsu.

“Fuck. What th-the fu-fu…” He can hardly finish his sentence.

“Whoops, my bad.”

“Awase, are you alright?”

“No… I…” He passes out.

“Oh god I killed him!”

“No, he’s still breathing. Why’d that happen, though?”

Tsuyu walks over to him and pokes his face. “I think I know. Could you give me a hand here?” The three of them pull him out of the ice.

“Now what?” Denki adjusts his grip.

“If I’m right, he just needs to be warmed up and then he’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” Itsuka isn’t sure how to go about it. On a normal day, she could just cup him in her hands, how people warm up hibernating hamsters. Actually, on a normal day, she wouldn't need to be warming him up at all, but this is not a normal day, no matter how hard she wants it to be.

Tsuyu looks around, and spots Shihai sitting on the ground. It’s obvious who’s quirk he has, with the six arms. “Hey, could you help with this?”

“What problem do you have that could possibly require my assistance?”

“Awase needs body heat.”

“And you think my cold dark soul will provide?”

“No, just hold him in your arms.” The three of them sit down with the strange brooding boy and try to warm up Yosetsu.

“If I’m correct, he has my quirk, so he just needs to be warmed up.”

“Wait, I have Todoroki’s quirk, so I could use his fire to warm him up!”

“No, you don’t have full control over it. Or any, it seems.” Tsuyu taps her finger to her chin.

“Oh…”

“It’s not surprising, this is new for all of us. We can’t expect to figure it out immediately.”

“Yeah… hey, who’s quirks do you guys have?”

“Uhm, I’m not quite sure. It seems pretty hard to test, since we don’t know what we’re testing for.”

“It seems we’ve become chickens with our heads cut off, running around blindly to die soon after.” Shihai says.

“Actually, chickens can survive over a year without their heads. About a year and a half, if I’m remembering correctly.”

“How do you know that, Kaminari?”

“I was looking up random facts as a way to procrastinate on my work.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a small “Kero...”

“I was right.”

Yosetsu starts squirming and slowly gets up, still looking kind of tired.

“What happened?”

“Your body temperature dropped and you went into hibernation.”

“... what?”

“You have my quirk, and my quirk is frog.”

“So what can you do with your quirk?”

“Well, you can shoot your tongue 20 meters, create three different types of mucous, climb walls, and spit out your stomach and clean it. Among other things.”

“What the hell…”

“I get that reaction a lot when I get to that point.”

“It is pretty unusual.” Itsuka says.

Ibara runs her fingers through her hair, which was once thick and thorny vines. Now it’s just… normal hair. It’s such a foreign feeling to her.

“Oh lord, what is it that I have done for you to forsake me so?” Her eyes are concentrated on the engines that have taken root in her calves.

“Oi Bible Thumper, you’re not the only one going through this shit.” Katsuki is growing increasingly tense. He’s always a little tense, but with the stress of everything that just happened and everyone freaking out, he’s getting really tense.

“What has brought you opinion of me so low that you see me as on the same level as this repulsive sinner?” She continues to prey.

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Hey guys, check this out!” Mina cuts in, grabbing Ibara by the arm and lifting her gently. When she lets go, Ibara hovers in the air. “Tada!”

“So you got Round Face’s quirk.”

“Yep yep!”

“Would you put me down please.”

“Oh, right.” She presses her fingers together. “Release!”

She lands back on the ground. “Thank you for the demonstration, but I’d appreciate it if you’d never do that again.”

Mina gives her a big goofy grin in response.

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Similar to slowcoach, slowpoke's rhyming top quality strengthened fostering right into common speech as well as continuing usage. People like to state things that journey off the tongue easily as well as, in such a way, musically or poetically. slapdash - reckless, untidy - haphazard initially implied wearing slippers or loosened shoes, from the earlier expression 'slip-shoe'. The careless/untidy significance of messy is derived from 'down-at-heel' or worn shoes, which was the first use the expression in the feeling or low quality. The very early reckless definition of slipshod referred to shabby appearance. A lot more recently the expression's significance has actually expanded also to negligent actions or efforts.

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The publishing do with the idea that an old Italian expression 'a tredici' significance 'at thirteen' may be connected with the origins. offer the pip/get the pip - make unwell or unpleasant or irritated - Pip is a disease affecting birds qualified by mucous in the mouth as well as throat. The expression appears initially to have actually shown up in the 1800s, however given its much older origins could conveniently have actually been in use prior to then. Remarkably while the pip expression describes the bird illness, the roots of the meaning actually take us full-circle back to human wellness.

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bated breath/baited breath - distressed, pregnant - the former spelling was the original version of the expression, but the term is currently often erroneously corrupted to the latter 'baited' in modern-day use, which mistakenly recommends a various origin. Lots of people appear now to infer a significance of the breath being metaphorically 'baited' as opposed to the initial non-metaphorical initial significance, which simply described the breath being interrupted, or quit. The expression shows up in Shakespeare's The Vendor Of Venice, which dates its origin as 16th century or earlier. The word bate is a reduced kind of abate, both lugging the same definition, and initially appeared in the 1300s, before which the past stressful types were baten and abaten. transform it up - quit it, stopped talking, no chance, stop doing that, I do not think you, etc - Cassells Vernacular Dictionary recommends the 'turn it up' expression equates to 'quit doing that' which the very first usage was as early as the 1600s.

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According to Bartlett's, the expression 'As well seek as needle in a bottle of hay' appears partially III, phase 10. ' Container' is an old word for a package of hay, drawn from the French word botte, suggesting package. Maker (thesaurus and also revisions) lists the full expression - 'searching for a needle in a container of hay' which tells us that the term was first used in this form, and also was later adapted during the 1900s right into the contemporary type. Mum has nothing to do with mother - it's just a phonetic spelling and figurative word to symbolize shutting one's mouth, so as not to utter a sound. The very same logical onomatopoeic derivation likely produced the words mumble, murmur and mumps. Equally as in modern-day times, war-time governments after that squandered no possibility to overemphasize dangers as well as risks, so as to infuse respect amongst, and also to maintain authority over, the masses. So there you have it - mum's words - probably a product of federal government spin.

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The 'rock pip' would seem to be a distortion/confusion of merely providing or obtaining the pip, possibly because of misconstruing the definition of pip in this context. Words pip in this expression has absolutely nothing to make with rocks or fruit. The pituitary gland is located in the brain and is in charge of specific bodily functions, however in the late midlifes, around 1500s, it was thought to control the circulation of mucous or phlegm to the nose. Phlegm had actually long been thought to be among the crucial 4 'humours' establishing life equilibrium as well as individuality. So while the present expression was based initially on a bird disease, the origins paradoxically associate with critical concepts of human wellness. Variants still found in NZ and also Australia from the early 1900s include 'half-pie', and 'pie' suggesting excellent or professional at something.

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Regretfully this extremely attractive alternative/additional derivation of 'take the mick/micky' appears not to be sustained by any type of main resources or referrals. If anyone can refer me to a trusted referral please allow me understand, up until such time the Micky Bliss cockney poetry theory stays one of the most popularly supported origin. The loon bird's name entered into English from a various origin, Scandinavia, in the 1800s, as well as perhaps had a bigger impact in the US on the expressions crazy as a loon, as well as also drunk as a loon. The extremely demeaning slang loony bin, describing a mental residence, initially appeared around 1910.

Nowadays, in spite of still being practically right according to English thesaurus, resolving a mixed team of individuals as 'promiscuous' would certainly not be a really appropriate use the word. pernickety/persnickety/pernickerty/ persnickerty - fussy, fussy, fastidious - pernickety seems currently to be one of the most typical modern-day kind of this odd word. https://cameragrain52.webgarden.at/kategorien/cameragrain52-s-blog/111cryo happen most likely because no clear derivation exists, providing no noticeable recommendation indicate anchor a spelling or pronunciation.

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Buck stems from thaler, which is an old German word for a coin, from earlier Reduced German 'dahler', whose important origin word 'dahl' means valley. Dahler, later on becoming thaler, is a 500-year-old acronym of Joachimsthaler, an early Bohemian/German silver coin. Words Joachimsthaler actually described something from 'Joachim's Thal'. This was Joachim's Valley, which now equates to Jáchymov, a medical spa town in NW Bohemia in the Czech Republic, near the border to Germany.

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The word seems first to have been recorded in between in Jamieson's Dictionary of the Scottish Language, in the form of pernickitie, as an expansion of a Scottish word pernicky, which is probably a better idea to its origins. This is all speculation in the lack of trusted recorded beginnings.

On which point a combination of the words certain and picky might have been a factor, particularly when you take into consideration the earlier pernicky form. Chances implying the different possibilities of competitors, as used in betting, was very first tape-recorded in English in 1574 according to Chambers, so making use of the 'can't chances it' expression could understandably be very old certainly. Cassells and also other reliable jargon sources state that 'take the mick' is cockney poetry vernacular, c. 1950s, from 'Micky Happiness', rhyming with 'take the piss'. No-one seems to understand who Micky Happiness was, which maybe shows a little weakness in the derivation. Conversely, and also perhaps in addition in the direction of the adoption of the expression, a much less widely known opportunity is that 'mick' in this sense is a reducing of the word 'micturation', which is a clinical term for urination.

Partridge claims first recorded about 1830, yet implies the expression can have remained in use from possibly the 1600s. This is definitely feasible considering that board meant table in older times, which is the association with card games played on a table. It was formerly bord, traceable to Old Saxon, also indicating guard, consistent with comparable international words going back to the earliest beginnings of European language.

This table sense of board also offered us the board as related to a board of supervisors as well as the boardroom. slowpoke - sluggish person or employee - slowpoke is USA slang first taped in print according to Chambers. Possibly from cowpoke - the word originally utilized to explain the guys who pushed cattle onto abattoir trains. Poke stood for the photo of job, being based upon an usual work task of the times, as did punch.

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This to a specific degree clarifies why a lot of English words with French origins occur in way of living and also social language. Incidentally words French, to explain people or things of France and also the language itself, has existed in English in its modern form because concerning 1200, prior to which it was 'Frensch', and also earlier in Old English 'frencisc'. This stemmed from Old High German frenkisc as well as frenqisc, from and straight related to the Franks, the very early Germanic individuals who dominated the Romans in Gaul around the fifth century. The name of the Frank people is additionally the origin of the word France as well as the Franc currency. The most attractive theory for the best beginning of the word Frank is that it originates from a comparable word for a spear or lance, which was the favoured tool of the Frankish tribes. whatever floats your watercraft - if it makes you happy/it's your decision/it's your selection (although I do not necessarily concur as well as I do not care anyway) - a reasonably modern-day expression from the late 20th century with strangely little known origins.

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In the late 1400s, silver ounce coins were produced from silver extracted at Joachim's Valley, Bohemia, by a regionally commanding household, the Matters of Schlick. These early local European coins, called 'Joachimsthaler', reduced to 'thaler', were common coinage because region, which would certainly nowadays extend into Germany. The top quality as well as credibility of the 'Joachimsthaler' coins consequently caused the 'thaler' term to spread out as well as be utilized for even more main generic variations of the coins in Germany, as well as elsewhere also. Later on, from the 1580s, the term was likewise used in its adjusted 'buck' type as a name for the Spanish peso (also called 'item of 8'). Clergy as well as clerics and staffs were consequently amongst one of the most able and highly respected and valued of all 'employees'.

For such a well-used and popular expression the details of beginnings are strangely sparse, and also an usually not referenced in any way by the normal expressions as well as etymology resources. Other ideas refer to possible relate to card games, in which turning up a card would expose something concealed, or mark the end of a flow of play. It's specifically hard to guess regarding the beginnings due to the fact that the word 'turn' has many different definitions, especially when combined with other very adaptable words. If you can include anything to aid identfy when and also where and exactly how the 'transform it up' expression developed please contact us. The original phrasing was 'tide nor time tarrieth no male' (' tarrieth' implying 'awaits'). taxi/taxicab - fare-charging car, although taxi can be a fare-charging boat - taxi as well as taxicab are words which we have a tendency to consider approved without believing what the derivation could be.

In fact the beginning of taxi is the French 'taximetre' and also German equivalent 'taxameter', incorporating taxi/taxa and metre/meter. Taximeter appeared in English around 1898, at which time its use was transferring from horse-drawn carriages to automobile. Taxicab is an abbreviation of another French word cabriolet, which came into English in the 1700s, and also it shows up in the full French taxicab equivalent 'taximetre cabriolet'. Taxicab showed up in English indicating a steed drawn carriage in 1826, a vapor engine in 1859, as well as a motor vehicle in 1899. Chambers recommends that the French taximetre is in fact originated from the German taxameter, which interestingly generated an earlier the same but brief English term taxameter taped in 1894, related to horsedrawn taxis. sweep the board - win everything - based on the allegory of winning all the cards or cash stake in a game of cards.

Mojo possibly derives from African-American language, describing an amulet or witchcraft charm, and also is close to the word 'moco', indicating withccraft, utilized by the Gullah of the US South Carolina shore as well as islands. Words and the definition were popularised by the 1956 blues song Obtained My Mojo Working, initially made popular by Muddy Waters' 1957 recording, as well as ultimately covered by almost all blues musicians since then. The term gave the origin for the word mobster, implying mobster, which showed up in American English in the early 1900s. Hitch made use of in the feeling is American from the 1880s although the basic drawback significance of move by pulling or jerking is Old English from the 1400s hytchen, and prior, icchen definition move from 1200.

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Turian Biology and Oral Anatomy

Originally from the planet Palaven, Turians were the third race to join the Citadel Council. Turians are militaristic and are often seen having facial tattoos that of their colony. It is rare for a Turian to not wear facial markings and is looked down on by Turian society. Turians are often seen in public service roles, having a strong group mentality from a young age. There is no significant difference between genders in Turian society, the only difference is physical. Male Turians have a set of long, often straight, horns that go several inches past the crown of the head, while female Turians typically lack this crest of horns. 

The average height for Turians is around six feet. Turians have a standard humanoid appearance with a torso, head, two arms, and two legs. Turians have two fingers with an opposable thumb with long talons. Though the talons are often covered by armor or gloves. Turians also have very recognizable voices that have a flanging effect, likely caused by having a tight oro-pharynx. It is said that the lifespan of a Turian is similar to humans, which on the Citadel can be up to 150 years.  Turian skin tends to fall in a range of browns, tans, and grays, while their eyes tend be greens and yellows.  Turian blood tends to be of a dark blue color. The facial markings of a Turian can be any color, it is unknown what meaning the color has in reference to the Turian's colony. Other notable features of Turians are their shallow waists and mass of flesh circling around the head and forward to the chest. It is unknown what this mass around the head is for, since all of our question have only been answered with sarcasm thus far. While Turians are omnivores, it is highly suspected they were once purely carnivores, judging by dental structure alone. While the anterior of the oral cavity is edentulous (lacking teeth), the posterior is comprised of five cuspids per quadrant, coming to twenty cuspids total. The mandibular cuspids are single-rooted while the maxillary cuspids are double-rooted. The lack of molars suggests that Turians were either carnivorous once, or that plant life on Palaven was soft enough to not require much mastication. The accepted theory is that Turians were carnivores before leaving Palaven and then underwent several biological evolutions in the time after that, namely becoming omnivores. It is speculated that Turian mandibles were once larger and used for food consumption but were deemed unnecessary through evolution and Turian intelligence, thus the mandibles became smaller over time and are no longer necessary for food consumption. Likewise, it is speculated that the nasal passages were also once larger than they are at present. Based on leg structure, talons, and the quick, front facing eyes, it can be estimated that Turians are a predator race. While Turians have maintained the muscular leg structure and large talons that were likely used for hunting, it's also likely that the nasal passages were once larger to allow better breath control while hunting. It is unknown why the nasal passages and sinus cavities have evolved to be smaller. At present the sinus cavities in Turians are smaller than they are in humans with Turian nasal passages being narrower and slitted. On panoramic x-ray the sinus cavities in Turians can just barely been seen at the top of the x-ray, whereas in humans the sinus cavities are visible just above the roots of the anterior maxillary teeth. The Turian carapace contains trace amounts of the element thulium. This trait was developed to provide protection against solar radiation penetrating their home-world's weak magnetic field. While thulium is a metal, it is a very soft metal capable of being cut with a knife. Thusly the thulium in a Turian's carapace can serve to protect from solar radiation but it doesn't act as physical armor. This thulium exterior extends to include the oral cavity as well. The enamel of the cuspids contains trace amounts of thulium. In addition to protecting against solar radiation, the thulium in the enamel helps to protect the teeth from the open air exposure caused by having a lack of cheeks as well as a lack of salivary glands, both of which protect and help clean the teeth in other species. As an additional note, thulium is not toxic and so only normal PPE is required when treating Turians. Turians do not have salivary glands nor do they have facial cheeks but instead have separate mandibles that can cover the side opening of the oral cavity. Though Turians have these mandibles it is most common to leave the oral openings uncovered, which allows air to pass into the oral cavity. The anterior of the oral cavity is capable of closing together completely, the maxillary 'lip' coming forward and in front of the mandibular 'lip'. The Turian tongue is typically narrow and not nearly as flexible as the human tongue. The Turian tongue is rough, not being lubricated by saliva, and has a sandpaper quality to it. The oropharynx contains mucous glands that enable slight lubrication for swallowing food. Turian sensitivity to non-dextro-based food is rumored to be quite severe and have potentially deadly side-effects. However, it would seem that Turians merely cannot digest levo-based foods. The consumption of levo-foods can have effects ranging from no effect at all to mild irritation to bloating and diarhea, depending on quantity consumed. While levo-based foods are not toxic or lethal to Turians, it provides no nutritional value. So thusly, Turians require dextro-based foods to stay healthy and gain neccessary nutrition. In addition to being restricted to dextro-based foods, Turians are also limited to foods that can be easily broken down by the internal digestive system. Without the aid of salivary glands the process of digesting food doesn't begin until the food has reached the stomach. Eating foods that are harder to digest can cause indigestion and even blockages in the Turian digestive system. 

While Turians are a very civilized race it is advised that if you wish to initiate an interaction with a Turian that you have all of your papers in order, or else you might get thrown out of the Citadel. 

(Disclaimer for the Mass Effect universe. I'm writing this as though 'bio-gel' does not exist and instead, more traditional dentistry is used, at least until I've settled on an idea of what futuristic dentistry is like in Mass Effect, because obviously it would be different from today's dentistry standards.) (Author's Notes: Most of this is purely speculation based on my knowledge of anatomy and the physical appearance of Turians as well as their history and attitude. Please don't take this too seriously, it's just for fun and speculation. None of this is canon and probably won't ever be. I just love Turians. Thank you for reading.) ________________________________________________________________

Resources:

This Image by KraeHi on DeviantArt helped give me ideas that got me started on speculating how Turians really work. While nothing was taken directly from the image, it did inspire me quite a bit.

This article provided quite a bit of basic information, it’s a great read for anyone wanting to know more about Turians beyond their physical biology. 

The first answer on this Reddit question helped a lot with thinking about dextro-amino acids. I did some light reading in other places too but I thought this one was the most relevant and was what I actually thought about while writing that part of the post. 

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Gas Gas Gas

Way back when I was a wee little private in basic training, I had a few gripes. Ok. A lot of gripes.

Griping is just what soldiers do – it’s our favorite pastime. What else are we going to do, actually read the Army manuals? What for?

To learn the words the Army Song? Pssh! Like I’ll ever need to know that!

Training is hard. It’s supposed to be. So embrace the suck. If it was easy, everyone could do it.

It wasn’t all bad. I genuinely had a lot of good times in the army, even in basic training. Sometimes the training was fun, and found things I was surprisingly good at.

I knew it would be hard, but I was young and invincible and I could do anything. 

So I was ready for the shouting, the challenges, the pushups – all that. Bring it on.

But the gas. The gas.

The recruiters never said anything about tear gas.

Just forgot to mention that one, did you SSG Nett. Left that one out of the recruitment brochure. Join the Army, set your lungs on fire.

The gas was the absolute worst experience, in basic, in the Army, and probably in my entire life.

Not so tough anymore when the gas hits.

I don’t care what a big, strong, stoic soldier you are. Doesn’t matter. You’re gunna cry, GI Joe.

Zero out of ten. Would not breathe CS gas again.

CS gas, that’s … this.

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The drill sergeants never called it by these names. They always just called it CS. Probably they assumed we wouldn’t be able to pronounce these words. Well HA! Jokes on them. I’ve been practicing, and-

They’re right.

CS gas is a riot control agent. A tear gas. And, according to the internet, it’s really an aerosolized powder.

The more you know.

Imma keep calling gas anyway.

If you’ve never been exposed to tear gas, maybe you think all it does is irritate people’s eyes a bit and make them cry, like someone managed to weaponize the feeling of chopping onions.  

I mean yeah, the gas will do that, but it’s so, so much worse.

Day whatever of basic,

I don’t know, it all blurs together,

Aint like I kept a diary like some kind of pioneer on the Oregon trail, days away from dying of dysentery.

The drill sergeants issued us all these enormous green pouches. Inside, some ancient gas masks that look like they’re in even worse shape than my rifle, which by the way was held together with wire where a takedown pin should have been.

The upper and lower receivers were not on speaking terms. Rattled like a… well, a rattle.

And like my rifle, we were taught to take masks apart and put them back together. Some are missing pieces.

Like my rifle.

Drill Sergeant: “GAS! GAS! GAS!”

This is the command to put you mask on.

Drill Sergeant: “Gas! Gas! Gas!”

Pretty straight forward as far as commands go. Nothing left to interpretation there.

Also, there’s gesture signal. Shoulder touching. Like this. Looks goofy.

We drilled putting on those masks quick, because when their air is poison, you’d better be fast or you’re going to have a bad time.

Speaking of bad times, next we ran laps. You do a lot of running in basic, and it’s death. I hate running even on a good day. I can do pushups all day long, but cardio can pound sand. Running laps with a facehugger doesn’t improve the experience.   

The purpose of this is to prove that yes, you can in fact breathe in these things, so just quit whinging and do it, Drill Sergeants have no time for your claustrophobia nonsense.

That wasn’t a problem for me. The heat was. Running laps in Missouri, in the summer heat, with my face covered material designed specifically NOT to let air flow.

Well the good news is you don’t have worry about breathing poison if you can drown yourself in your own sweat first.

All of this was in preparation for the gas chamber.

The gas chamber was a tiny one-room building full of that nasty CS gas that we would all have to spend some time in, as a required part of training in the US military. Why?

To instill confidence in your equipment to protect you, we’re told.

Yeah… about that…

(gas mask falls apart)

We get marched into the woods, to this run down looking shack, where we would get locked in.

This sounds like a setup for a horror movie.

The room is already filled with gas. They make sure it’s nice and thick before they send us in. When we were lined up outside, masks on, I could already smell pepper. Trying to clear my mask was not working.

Not feeling super confident in my equipment right now.

So we file in, and to prove to us that our masks can protect us from the gas, what do they do?

They have us take our masks off. Immediately.

What?! How are our masks supposed to protect us if we just take them off as soon as we’re inside? I don’t know. Training people to remove their masks and just stand around when exposed to gas doesn’t seem like a great idea…

You can’t hold it forever, eventually, you have to breathe. And holy heck that is some SPICY air!

I’ve been told that CS gas works by reacting to your mucous membranes, which I basically just took this to mean anything moist will burn.

This is when I became literally painfully aware of what it means to be a lifeform made mostly of water. I regretted every drop.

Just a scratching in your throat at first, makes you cough. Then it burns. Your throat. Your nostrils. Your eyes.

Now you’re crying. Not so tough now, are ya? The tears fall and the trail burns down your face.

All your exposed skin burns more as you sweat – and if you weren’t sweating before, you are now.

Your mouth burns. Down your lungs. It even reaches your stomach. You realize a lot more of your body was exposed to the outside environment than you’re comfortable thinking of that way. And it’s all on fire.

You hack, you cough, you gasp, you cry, you snot, you drool, you puke. You’re not pretty.

Did you know CS gas use in war is prohibited by the Chemical Weapons Convention? We literally wouldn’t use this stuff on our enemies.

The trick to making the gas chamber not so bad is to remain calm, but that’s difficult to do when you feel like you’re actually melting.

Your bodys like WTF?! Alert! Alert!

Your sympathetic nervous system kicks in – you freak out. Your heart races, your breathing quickens �� or tries to, and you sweat more, all of it makes the reaction so much worse.

30 seconds in, I thought I was gunna die. A minute in, I wished I would.

I think we were there for at least five. It could have been ten. Felt like an eternity. Like a preview of hell.

We weren’t allowed to leave or put our masks back on. So there we are, just choking and coughing for as long as it amused the drill sergeant.

And he was in no hurry. He was in full MOP gear, and presumably his mask was one that actually worked.

The Drill Sergeant is completely indifferent to everyone’s suffering. He walked up and down the line holding a plate to shove at everyone, like a pusher church user with a collection plate. But you couldn’t pay this guy not to waft some fresh-ly made, concentrated CS directly at your face.

But we’re not left to our misery, no. The Drill Sergeant has tasks for us.

He was doing everything he could to make the reaction as bad as possible. He wanted us breathing hard, getting our heart rates up, and sweating. And Drill Sergeants know just how to do that.

Pushups, cardio, shouting.  All things the Army loves. All things that require breathing.

But the worst was yet to come.

Y’all, I made a huge mistake not reading the entire Army manual. The task we had to complete, without making a mistake, in order to escape this horrible room was to scream-sing the Army Song.

I didn’t know the words. No one knew the full song. At most, a few of us knew some parts of it – but no one bothered to memorize the whole thing. And the Drill Sergenat was not about to help us at all.

It took us all soooo many agonizing tries to get it right. But enough of us knew enough bits and pieces to eventually piece it all together, after many, many tries.

All: “First to fight for the right… (trails off)

One Private: “And to build the nation’s might!”

Drill Sergeant: “Start again!”

All (wheeze) “March along sing our song *cough cough*

Drill Sergeant: “Louder! Start over!”

All: (Anguished wail)

This singing portion went on for a long time, and not because it was music to anyone’s ears. The patriotic tune as covered by the wails of the damned wasn’t going to make top 40, but there’s no accounting for schadenfreude for the drill sergeant. He seemed entertained.

And… as much as I hated his guts in that moment…. I get it. I totally get it.

If there was a version of American Idol, like, insane edition, where contestants had to sing their hearts out while Simon Cowell pepper sprayed them in the face…

I’d watch that.

I did not know the Army Song going in, but I sure as heck knew it by heart by the time we left.

It turns out you can learn pretty fast when it feels like your life depends on it. Still, doubt,  gas chambers will catch on as a study aid.

Teacher: “What’s the quadratic equation?”

Students: “

Side note: The Army Song doesn’t hold a candle to the Marine Corps Song. Yeah, I’m a traitor and I don’t care. Don’t at me.

So remind me again, what was supposed to be the purpose this training? Between all this singing, exercising, and not mask wearing, I forgot.

“To instill confidence in our equipment.” You know, the equipment we were not using in the one exact situation it was designed for. What does screaming the Army Song and working out in a gas chamber, puking my lungs out, demonstrate about a mask that we are not even wearing?

----

(Cut to an airplane)

Skydiving instructor: “Alright everyone, I want you all to feel confident in your equipment to protect you. So today you’re all jumping… without your parachutes.”

Jumper: Uh… it’s Ok, I trust the parachute.

Skydiving instructor: (Tosses someone) “Out you go.”

I think the methodology of this experiment is flawed, the test doesn’t do anything to support your conclusion.

I think the real reason they didn’t let us wear the masks at all was just keep us from realizing these old things have been used for every basic training company to come through probably since Nam and really don’t work.

I’m sure the newer ones fielded to the real army work just fine, but no one is shelling out that kind of dough for a bunch of newbie kids in basic. We just get the hand-me-downs..

We take them off so we don’t get the change to lose confidence in our gear.

That, or it’s just plain hazing.

Probably both.

Finally it was time to leave. We were half blind but could see daylight enough to rush for it. And if we’re not careful, rush right into a drill sergeant waiting in ambush, just standing there evidently in hopes of a collision as an excuse to shout at us some more.

In other places, I’m told this drill sergeant is a replaced by a sturdy pole, there for no other reason than to be in the way.

By the time we finally leave, we’re a mess. We’re crying, we’ve got drool and snot hanging down our faces all the way to the ground, which we’re not allowed to wipe away. We have to keep our heads down while flapping our arms to air out our uniforms, while hacking and coughing and puking all the way out.

We looked like ostriches with a plague.

And you’ll get to have that look remembered forever. There was a sneaky photographer dude I’d sometimes see following the company around, taking shots for the class yearbook and… I guess Army publicity.

He won’t get that sweet action shot of you scaling a wall, or crawling under some razor wire on the night assault course, or when you stab a dummy right in the chest with your bayonette, looking like a total bad one.

But he’ll totally make sure to capture your ugly-crying gross booger face for your siblings to laugh at when your family buy your class yearbook on graduation you’re your grandma will frame the photo and hang it on the wall, telling proudly telling everyone in her book club “that’s my granddaughter.”

And your teachers will use it to threaten their students with “This is the face of someone who didn’t complete their homework on time. This could be you if you don’t get your grades up. Get a scholarship or you’re joining the military.”

Ah yes, this is the face I want to show the world. That dangling snot rope really brings out the agony in my eyes. Gunna put that right on my Tinder profile. Yep.

(If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.)

Wikipedia suggests several methods for treating victims of CS gas exposure. Our post exposure treatment was - nothing.

Yeah. We got nothing. Just sat around in a field and waited for the effects to wear off and for life to suck slightly less.

And that’s the funny thing about it. Just a short while before, I was having probably the worst 5 minutes of my life up that point, but as soon as it was done, it was done. I felt fine.

Actually, I felt a little better than I did that morning, and not just out of a new appreciation for fresh air.

Stick 60 people from all over the country in one sleeping bay, in an environment where no matter how hard you try hygiene is never great, and then there’s that donkeyface who stands behind me in formation coughing directly at the back of my head, and sicknesses tend to get around.

Me: “Cough in my hair one more time, and I will jam this patrol cap right down your throat to feed back you your own germs.“

I don’t think many people make it through the first weeks of basic without catching some kind of bug.

One lady in our platoon even managed to catch a staph infection, like, the first week. I dunno how. Eventually, she got sent home, and I got to take her rifle, which wasn’t much better than my original one, but at least was not held together by a bit of bent wire.

Anyway, if there’s anything good that can be said for CS, it really works wonders to clear the sinuses. I was breathing better after the gas chamber than before I went in. Everything that was stuffing me up was gone.

Gotta find that silver lining somewhere.

And in this case it’s a snot lining, and you’ll find it coating the gas chamber floor.   

Me: (reading my own script.) “Ew.”

-Infomercial-

Sinus congestion got you feeling down? Don’t have time to wait around for normal medicine to kick in?

Not to worry, the US Military has the solution for you! Formally declare war on enemy boogies with CS gas! 9 out of 10 riot control teams agree, CS is the number 1 choice to make all your troubles panic and scatter in terror. Just pop one CS gas capsule and it works instantly, scientifically proven to make the sniffles the least of your problems.

Mission accomplished!”

Side-effects include:

Burning sensation in eyes, skin, mouth, and internal organs, coughing, wheezing, watery eyes, difficulty breathing, difficulty speaking, sweating, thoughts of revenge against your recruiter, elevated heartrate, snot rockets, drooling absolutely everywhere, vomiting, making this face, secondary gassing of yourself and others later when puff of CS come off your clothing, pain – like - lots of it, and regret.

Harness the power of chemical weapons today! Ask your doctor is CS gas is right for you and your entire neighborhood!

Not approved by the Geneva conventions.

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Hi! Glad you’re doing well. This isn’t super Halloween-related, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing something where Bucky is sick and feels so physically bad that he’s moved to tears with it, much to Steve’s alarm. Love your writing btw!

Sure, I can deliver on that one.

Whoa Bessie

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To Bucky’s dismay, Steve has to work on Halloween.  It’s an in-service day for the local schools, and there have been tiny witches and ghosts running around the apartment building’s parking lot since approximately sunup.  Bucky supposes it’s good they’re having fun, but the happy screeches sneaking in through the locked window make him want to pull his pillow over his aching head.

It’s nearly noon when Bucky emerges from the bedroom, shuffling his feet down the hall.  He can still smell Steve’s morning coffee hanging in the air, and the scent of it turns his stomach.  It’s some sort of pumpkin spice and cinnamon roast, and the thought of the heavy sweetness of the upcoming holiday season brings on a feeling of dread.

Bucky makes it to the kitchen.  His back aches as he reaches to open the cabinet and get a glass for water.  He only fills it a quarter of the way before it’s nearly too heavy to hold, and when he brings it to his lips, the taste is off.  Bucky swallows hard, but his throat burns, and his salivary glands work overtime.  He hacks spit and mucous into the sink.  He chokes and wonders if he’s going to vomit.  Bucky slides to his knees with only his chin on the edge of the countertop, then, once his stomach stops roiling, into a loose ball on the kitchen mat.

He’s forced to get up because the floor is too cold.  Bucky shivers, and icy sweat starts to gather on the back of his neck.  Several pairs of small feet scamper past the kitchen window, and Bucky winces as his head throbs again.

He uses the counter to haul himself to his feet again, then Bucky limps toward the sofa.  He burrows beneath a blanket and squints at the clock, counting the hours till Steve’s due home.  Five.  Maybe four if he’s lucky.  But he’ll never last that long.  Bucky lets out a long breath, and to his dismay, tears begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Bucky isn’t sure how much time he spends with his face buried in his knees, but when he finally raises his head, he nearly breaks down again when he sees the lifeline sitting on the coffee table.  He must’ve left his cell phone out overnight, and miraculously, it still has a charge.

Bucky scoops it up and scrolls through the contacts until he gets to Steve’s name.  Then he presses the call button without hesitation.

Steve answers on the first ring.  “Buck?” he says immediately.  “You ok?”

A huge sob rises in Bucky’s throat.  “N-no,” he chokes.  “i-I feel r-really bad...”

“What happened?”

“I think... I-I’m sick...”

“Oh no.  Is it a migraine?”  Bucky hears Steve shuffling papers on his desk.  “I’m-- You sound really upset.”

“I just.  My head.  My throat.  My stomach,” Bucky groans.  “Everything hurts.”

“Ok.  You probably have a bad fever.”  Steve seems to understand now, but there’s still a note of alarm in his voice.  “I’m going to come home, ok?  I’ll put in sick time for the rest of the day.”

“Ok.  I... I really need you.”  Emotion and nausea rise in Bucky’s throat, and he does his best to swallow both down.

“Hold on a few minutes,” Steve says.  “I’ll call you back when I’m in the car, alright?  And I promise to keep you on the line until I get home.”

“Ok...”

“I got you, Buck.  Promise.”

Bucky gulps.  Then nods.  “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry, alright?  You’re going to be ok.”

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I need help. Does anyone know what this most likely and/or certainly is?

I had a really bad breakdown the other day... Not the emotional kind, physical. I don’t know what was going on.

I had asked my mom to make me some coffee so I could stay awake since I spent half the night binge watching Kulipari: An Army of Frogs in one sitting. This is normal for me to ask because I’ve drank coffee before and never had any problems. I asked for peppermint flavoring, a peppermint stick and cereal marshmellows in it so she put them in the drink. I drank it rather fast, but I do that with literally every drink that I like. It was warm when I drank it if that information is needed. 

I was halfway through my coffee, laying down sideways on the comfy soft couch in the living room when I started coughing and hacking really hard. This has happened before, particularly in the winter. But here’s the thing: this was worse than any time it had ever happened before.

I was coughing and hacking and it sounded like a barking cough, my breathing was rapid and I felt like I was going to suffocate because I was struggling to inhale and exhale. The left side of my chest tightened and felt as if there were a great pressure on it.

This went on for several hours until the coughing died down. Then I started coughing and hacking again and I started hacking up a whiteish-clearish mucuous. I know that sounds gross but that’s what happened. It was more than I usually ever cough up, like a mini waterfall of the stuff. It had been stuck in my throat and was what had been blocking my breathing.

The thing is, I don’t know how I could have possibly produced that much mucuous. The breakdown just came out of nowhere, it was sudden onset. I hadn’t been coughing much earlier in the day so this was very surprising to me. The prime suspect at first was my coffee, but I don’t know of any ingredient that could cause that. I’ve been staying up at night a lot but I’ve done that for years and nothing like this has ever happened. I had a blanket on me that was warm, so it couldn’t have been the cold and I don’t think it was the humidity. I stayed in the cold van later for about an hour and my cough went away instead of getting worse so I doubt it’s the winter chills. 

The coughing was dry and rough and it was painful on the throat. My throat became dry and hurt like hell while the breakdown was happening. I tried to tell my mom what was going on but I had lost my voice. It was so hoarse that it was squeaky. I struggled to even get a word out. I think it might have even been temporary laryngitis. It took several hours for my voice to come back after the mucuous had been cleared. My breathing was whistly the whole time. 

Does anyone know what could have caused this? I have a dog, but I’m not allergic to most animals, especially not beagles. My dog has lived with us for several years and nothing like this ever happened, so it couldn’t be an allergy to her dander. My family has a history of shitty conditions but I don’t know about any respiratory stuff being passed down, it’s mostly heart-related things. Or brain related. I haven’t been exercising but I rarely do too much of that and again this has never happened before. Like I said, it came out of nowhere. I recall having what was probably bronchitis at least once last year, but this was twenty times worse than that. I haven’t been around cigarette smoke at all recently so it couldn’t have been caused by nicotine. My immune system isn’t particularly weak as I rarely get sick as far as I’m aware so I don’t think it has to do with that. I am vaccinated against influenza but last I checked it’s still flu season and my state, Virginia, was at Widespread level, with multiple outbreaks in different areas. My dog isn’t sick so I couldn’t have picked it up from her and my parents show no symptoms whatsoever. 

I looked up conditions that can cause said symptoms. The closest matches seemed to be either a URI,  asthma or bronchitis. URI’s are more common in older people. I’m only 19, it’s more common among my age than children, but much less common in those under the age of 40. At least according to Google anyways. I’ve looked at everything I can. I doubt it’s bronchiolitis but it could be bronchitis. 

I’ve asked my mom to take me to a doctor but she just told me to drink more water even though I repeatedly told her this is worse than usual for me. She thought I was just dehydrated. I severely doubt that is the actual case. If it was asthma, then I feel I’m lucky to be alive right now. An inhaler or even just medicine would have been useful in that case. 

I don’t want to have to have an expensive procedure either. My parents are still paying off the mortgage on the house and paying to take care of the dog (and me, since I’m unemployed and don’t have an apartment/house of my own yet nor am I confident enough to move right now). They also probably have high electricity/Internet bills since I use the computer/phone both during the day and late at night. I do take breaks and I’m working on using a screen less at night so I can get more sleep. We’re middle-class, we’re not so poor we can’t afford treatment, but we’re not rich or upper-class either. My dog had to have surgery on her neck a few years ago and if treatment for this is too expensive we won’t be able to afford something like that again if anything ever happens to her. My dad also has to pay for his diabetes medication & my medicine for my heart and my 20-gram serotonin reuptake inhibitors that I take for my OCD and spiraling anxiety. I can’t give away how much my dad earns nor do I even know. It’s probably enough for treatment but preferably nothing above $800.00. I can’t have any treatment that involves strong magnets or way-too-much pressure on my stomach due to the presence of my pacemaker. If it helps, the reason I have a pacemaker is complete fetal heart block. I might be able to have an X-Ray though. 

I’ve heard asthma can cause red itchy skin sometimes. When I scratch an itch it leaves red sometimes bumpy marks that burn and itch. But since they follow my finger’s tracing of the skin it makes me think it’s probably dermatographia. Given how understudied said condition is, it could be common to be accompanied by asthma as well, maybe? I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.

Can anyone help me figure this out? I’d love to know just exactly what the actual fuck is happening to me. I’ve heard certain respiratory situations can be lethal if not treated.My throat is still all mucous-y and dry but I’m only ocassionally coughing now and it’s not nearly as bad. I panicked so much yesterday I thought I was going to die and nearly fainted out of sheer terror. That’s probably just my anxiety, but if it helps it helps. 

[amphetameme-queen-blog]

If you slip up...

Here’s my master list of how to take care of yourself after a b/p, stay strong my lovelies!

1. Physical Damage Control

Teeth -

It's usually a warning sign to have bad teeth as someone less than seventy years old. It's a 'classic' symptom of bulimia and I've heard a lot of (rookies) swear by brushing their teeth. DON'T FUCKIN DO IT MAN. I used to b/p anywhere between three to ten times a day at my worst, but I always kept a handy supply of TUMS or antacids on me. Your teeth become weakened when you b/p in the first place, so the abrasiveness of toothbrush bristles tends to wear down on your enamel. I never brushed my teeth after I would purge, and I've been b/p'ing on and off for about four years now. Like I said - ten times a day at the worst. I went to the dentist last month and they said that my teeth were like, perfect. It was actually shocking. Thank god for chemistry I suppose.

So how does it work? Well, the calcium carbonate (the main ingredient of TUMS) neutralizes the hydrochloric acid (stomach acid) on our teeth like it would in our stomach. It's basically a high school chemistry equation.

CaCO3+ HCl -> CaCl2 + CO2 + H2O.

The symptoms you'll get (after an antacid) is basically just burping up the CO2 lol. It's much more preferable to tooth decay, might I say. OH and if you don't have any antacids on you, baking soda works in the same way. Just put a teaspoon of baking soda into water, swish it around your mouth, and spit it out. It doesn't taste great, but you could probably mix it with a little alcohol-free toothpaste so it tastes more minty. I highly recommend against swallowing baking soda because it will most likely irritate your stomach and make you even more nauseous, and not in an emetic way. (Ana butterflies don't get any stupid ideas it's not gonna work like you think). Swallowing baking soda just makes you kind of uncomfortable, really.

Y'all need to floss too. I sound like I've got a major stick up my ass, because who actually flosses flossing is for old people and l0zers fuck that shit. Nope. Flossing once before you go to bed helps your teeth against yellowing, in my experience. I wouldn’t recommend flossing post-purge as your gums tend to be much more sensitive. ‘Cuz who’s trynna get gingivitis yeah no one.

Sinuses -

​Remember that time you (regrettably) b/p’d on rice? And you felt that rice grain up there and took a napkin and blew fuckin snot rice into your napkin, like the sexy beast you are?

Yeah I remember that too.

It’s pretty apparent that stomach acid anywhere besides your stomach is a recipe for havoc. The stomach acid eats away at the mucous membranes in your nose, leading to constant sniffling, loss of smell, and chronic sinus infections. Even if you don't feel irritation in your nose immediately following a b/p, the acid can still lead to damage.

So how do you remedy this?

From my experience, the Neti-Pot saline rinse is the best bet. You can use the one that looks like a tea kettle or the one that's a squeezy bottle - both do the same thing. I have the squeezy bottle and it's really simple to use. You add water up to the fill line

And then you pour the saline packet into the bottle and mix thoroughly (just shake the bottle). Be sure to use FILTERED DRINKING WATER because tap water often contains heavy metals like copper or iron, which isn't good for your nose. Then put the plastic bottle with the saline-water solution into the microwave for approximately 35 seconds, and be careful to make sure it isn't too hot. Make sure it's just slightly warm and then screw the cap on tightly. Lean over a sink and gently squeeze the bottle into one nostril until the water comes out the other. Don't worry, it doesn't provoke the dreaded “oh god there's water in my nose I feel like I'm drowning” feeling. Your sinuses are connected and because the water is warm (like body temperature) it won't come as a shock to your body. Repeat the process on both nostrils until the bottle is done.

I've had actual chunks of food come out of my nose before, and I'm like, “shit, that would have just been hangin out in my nose the entire time?” So it's really important for preventing sinus infections or acid damage to the nasal cavity.

​Electrolyte Imbalances -

​If I had a dollar for the amount of times I've seen THAT PICTURE of the dead bulimic girl I would be richer than Donald Trump. Yeah, she died from gastric rupture blah blah blah but I always see blogs referencing that picture with the danger of heart failure and death in bulimics.

Despite how frequently I used to purge, I'm not dead yet! Hurray I guess! I used to get serious heart palpitations after a long day of purging, but I could mitigate some of those side effects with proper hydration and electrolyte drinks.

I ain't talkin no purple Gatorade shit either. Gatorade isn't as hydrating as one would think. It's made for athletes who are working out and sweating, and releasing salt through their skin. Gatorade replenishes the sodium and sugar, but if you're not working out/sweating a lot, the extra sodium could cause water retention *panics* The best option for electrolyte-replenishing is coconut water, in my opinion. It's naturally high in potassium, which is the principle electrolyte lost by vomiting. Pedialyte takes a close second for hydration because it's designed to replenish electrolytes, like if you have the flu or something. You can buy Pedialyte over the counter at most (American) pharmacies.

Electrolytes are important in muscle contraction, which includes the heart. This is why many bulimics die from heart attacks

Of course, the best way to get potassium is through potassium-rich foods. Some examples:

Avocado

Acorn squash

Spinach

Sweet potato

Wild-caught salmon

Dried apricots

Pomegranate

Coconut water

White beans

Banana

Source: Dr. Axe

Y'all also gotta be mindful of your magnesium too. Magnesium is lost (most notably) through diarrhea and thus laxative abuse. Here's how to remember the electrolytes:

Potassium is lost through Purging and Magnesium is lost by taking Mega Shits.

I'm laughing bahahah but I shouldn't be because the magnesium thing is no joke.

2. Psychological Damage Control

The Post Purge Freakout-

​Quit playin. You know what I’m talkin’ about, that anxiety like fuck fuck fuck what did I just do I’m a worthless human I deserve to-

Stop.

These thoughts seem real, like ground-breaking realizations that affirm your worthlessness and desire to continue hurting yourself with ED behaviors. Diffusing these thoughts feels like the hardest thing to do in the moment, of course, but self-care is one of the most important factors in preventing another episode. I’m not trying to be some over-simplifying, self-righteous therapist who thinks that mindfulness is the only way out ‘it’s all about positive self talk, honey!’ Nah fam, anyone who’s dealt with the vicious cycle of bulimia knows it’s not that fuckin’ easy, and so I’m not trying to sugarcoat the fact that post-b/p self-care can be really goddamn difficult.

The best post-b/p self care I’ve implemented is putting on cozy pajamas (if you’re at home) and just taking a five minute break from what you’re doing to listen to music, draw/write, or go on a short walk. Let yourself feel comfy and secure, like being wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket. Give yourself just five minutes to collect your feelings, and realize that a past slip-up can’t determine the future. Because that’s all it is - in the past. What’s in the past is done, and no amount of hateful self talk or self-injury will change that. But what you do in the present is what matters. Think about it as a fork in the road -

“Okay, so I just binged and purged, I have urges to hurt myself or compensate for what I just did, but what will happen if I don’t do either of those things?”

Nothing.

You might panic. You might cry. Let the tears come, if you are in a safe place where you feel you can do so. We know that the day might have sucked, but time stops for no one. The next thing you know, it’s the next morning. The sun is shining through your window, you are alive and your body is resilient. BOI IT’S A NEW FUCKIN DAY! YESTERDAY WAS A CAN OF SHIT, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, TODAY DOESN’T HAVE TO BE. The important thing is that you lived through those horrible feelings, and you’ll remember that. You’re stronger, more resilient, and persistent than you think. You don’t even have to be in recovery to apply this. That’s not what I’m getting at. If you’re pursuing a goal, whether it be eating at regular intervals or meeting a certain calorie limit, there are going to be times you might mess up. And good god, it is absolutely okay.

Imagine yourself going to bed the next night, realizing that you had your first binge free, purge free day since you could remember. Knowing that you fought your urge to b/p will help you remember that next time, “hey, I’m stronger than my urges.”

I guess what I’m emphasizing here is self-forgiveness. I know a lot of people’s ED’s are driven by self-hatred and you’re all such beautiful human beings who deserve to love yourself as others love you. Wow. That got really deep real fast. But hey, I’ve been through it all.

~

Yo. I'm gonna add more to this, but only if people are interested in my ED-related writing. I'm actually working on a blog right now but I figured I might as well post some stuff here for feedback. PLEASE comment I would love to hear from you guys. 'Do I write like a sappy self-help book'? 'Is it relatable and/or helpful?' Let me know in a comment or DM what you're feelin about it. Sending hugs!

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Alright so we're going to have to designate fourteen more humors than humoral theory does, which can be done by tagging in bodily fluids that humorism ignores, as well as splitting humoral categories. Some of these are just going to be cribbed directly from the four humors, some will be extensions of them, and some will be outright inventions.

We can presume right off the bat that fire type is associated with yellow bile, as in humoral theory. Likewise, water should be associated with black bile. Notably ice type is very dissimilar from water type, so even though the two substances should be closely associated alchemically, I don't think the types would be. Instead, ice should be closely associated with rock or steel, with which it shares a number of similarities, but more on that later.

Dragon type and flying type share obvious associations with elemental air. However, since dragon type demonstrates the more sanguine disposition of the two, I would associate it with blood, and associate flying type with the closely-related lymph.

Now, on to phlegm. We're going to be splitting phlegm into many little pieces, both because lots of types are primarily similar to elemental earth, and because, of the two humors that don't actually exist (black bile and phlegm), phlegm is the one that is a misclassification of a bunch of different real fluids (whereas black bile is purely mythical). By my reckoning, rock type, ground type, ice type, and steel type are all primarily similar to elemental earth. I would associate rock type with sweat, ground type with mucous, ice type with saliva, and steel type with pus. I assure you I have detailed reasoning for each of these, but this post is going to be longer than is at all merited as things stand. I will associated psychic type with the final division of phlegm, cerebrospinal fluid, for obvious reasons.

Several types can be associated with humors by observing the extraordinary biological qualities of their trainers and correlating those to the purposes of bodily fluids. Fighting type should be associated with synovia, as an excess of synovial fluid would help explain how all these fighting type trainers are constantly doing rigorous exercise and still have cartilage by the time they're, like, 35. I would associate fairy type with ocular fluids, on account of just looking at the character art for fairy type trainers, them fuckers got big eyes. Poison type should be associated with endolymph, because it is used for hearing and balance, and many of the important poison type trainers are musicians (hearing) or ninja (balance).

Now we reach. Electric type is pericardial fluid because electric shocks can stop and start your heart. Ghost type is pleural fluid because a ghost is the spirit (breath) of the deceased. Dark type is associated with gastric acid because people always used to say, "don't get angry or you'll get an ulcer," before they knew what caused ulcers but I imagine dark type trainers would have stomach problems anyway IDK it's just a vibe. Grass type is associated with urine because you have to pee a lot if you drink a lot of water (plant behavior). Bug type is associated with peritoneal fluid because it's in the abdomen and bugs have big abdomens.

Normal type is milk.

All I’m saying is that in the Pokémon universe, mitochondria are definitely Pokémon. This is why some trainers appear to have elemental types – they have unbalanced internal biospheres, leading a single type of intracellular Pokémon to dominate.

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