#needlephobics

[doodling-robot]

Moira in "Lurid Sensation"

I love her. She's one of my favorite Overwatch characters, both in lore and to play. I'd let her cure my lactose intolerance and anything else she finds wrong with me along the way.

[sainte666]

Long shot but does anyone have experience with dupixent auto-injections.... please dm

[faofinn]

Day 6 - Needlephobic

@mediwhumpmay

“I can’t do it.” Tai hated how his voice trembled. “I can’t do it, Hars.”

“You can, it’s okay.” Harrison encouraged. “It’ll take five seconds.” 

“No, Hars, I can’t do it.” He insisted, shoving the lancet and the case with the glucose monitor back at his boyfriend. “I’m fine, I feel fine.” 

“You need to do this, Tai. It’s important to check your sugars. And you can’t not take your insulin.” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll just be careful with what I eat.” 

“It doesn’t work like that, you know that.” 

Tai pulled a face. “I’ll eat and then I’ll like, go for a run or something. It’ll be fine.” 

“It definitely doesn’t work like that. You need to look after yourself. It’s a tiny fingerprick, you won’t even feel it.” 

“It’s a needle.” He protested, his voice low. “I can’t do it.”

His recent diagnosis hadn’t really fully sunk in yet. It had been so overwhelming, and it was a nightmare trying to manage everything. It was just his luck, he hated needles, and now he had to stab himself multiple times a day, to stop him ending up in hospital or worse. Hars had been great, especially since their relationship was relatively new. He’d sort of just stepped up massively, and Tai didn’t quite know what he’d do without him. He’d managed the fingerpricks yesterday, but for some reason he just couldn’t do it today. He’d been sat there trying for what felt like forever, and now the frustrated, anxious tears were threatening to make an appearance. 

“How am I supposed to keep doing this?” Tai’s voice cracked, and he swiped angrily at his eyes where the tears had started. “I can’t do this.”

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Harrison softened, resting a hand on Tai's cheek. "You can. You keep going because I'm gonna be right there to help when you can't. I'll be with you every step of the way."

“I can’t even do a stupid fucking fingerprick!”

"It's not just a fingerprick, though, is it?" He said gently. "Because you know that it's gonna either mean you need to take more insulin or food, and you know it's not just a one off. It's hard."

“I’m the world’s shittest diabetic.” He grumbled. 

"Can I let you into a secret?"

“What?”

"Nearly every single newly diagnosed diabetic is the same."

“But they’re kids and it doesn’t matter because they don’t know any different.” 

"They're usually the ones who deal better with it. Adults struggle the most, and it's completely normal."

“I should be doing better.” He said frustratedly. “Scared of stupid needles.”

"You're doing brilliantly."

“Don’t lie.”

"I wouldn't lie to you."

He rubbed his face. “Can you just do it for me?” He whined.

"Just this once. You can do the next one, yeah?"

He sniffed. “Yeah. I’ll try.”

Harrison leaned in to kiss him. "We've got this, yeah?"

“I don’t think I’ve got this.” He mumbled. 

"Maybe not yet, but I've got you."

“I have to do this for the rest of my life.” He said. “What about when you’re not here? When I’m at work? When you’re at work?”

"Then we'll work something out."

“I don’t know.” He said, leaning against him. “I don’t know.”

"You'll be okay. Want me to do this one?" He asked gently. 

He nodded. “Please.”

"Alright. Sharp scratch, yeah?" He warned, watching Tai's face. 

Tai squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his lips together. “Mm.”

Harrison was as gentle as he could be, moving to hold Tai's hand properly once he'd got the sample. He gave it a moment to make sure it was reading, then twisted their hands to his mouth, giving Tai's a soft kiss. 

"Well done."

He winced as he felt the sharp bite of the needle, pulling away. Harrison’s hands, whilst gentle were strong, and he wasn’t going anywhere. As his lips brushed his fingers, he looked over at him. 

“Ow.”

"I know." He murmured, not moving their hands. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay.” He mumbled. “What’s it saying?”

"Wanna place bets on it? What do you think it is?"

“I don’t know. It’s been on the high side the past couple of days.”

He hummed. "It's 8.3. A little high still, but you're gonna have something to eat too."

“And now I need to take my meds, don’t I?”

"Yeah. Did you weigh your carbs?"

“Mm. Yeah.”

"How many units are we having then?"

“Um…” It took Tai a moment, feeling like an idiot as he stumbled over the maths in his head. “Three?”

Harrison thought a moment. "Four. You've got your mealtime, which is three, that was right. But you've been sitting high, right? So we need to add a unit to correct that."

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He looked down at his lap. 

"Hey."

“Mm?”

"Can I let you in on a secret?"

“Another one? Spoiling me.” He joked weakly. 

"Arse." He teased. "I didn't do the maths in my head. We've got the ED app, you'll be able to get it too. Makes life easier."

“You always know what you’re doing.” He grumbled. “Mr Know It All.”

"Ouch."

“Love you really. Will you do my insulin for me too? Just this once?”

"I shouldn’t, but come on. Just this once."

“I’ll do it later.”

"You will. You're gonna be just fine."

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Tai didn’t know how he was going to get through this, he really didn’t, but it didn’t seem half as scary with Harrison by his side. 

[moonstruck-stormy]

The older I get the more sore I get from the contrast needle from mris. The metal doesn’t even stay (I sure hope not). It’s just a plastic tube in my arm, but I’m so sore and bruised. I was apparently grumpy today bc of the pain sorry Mr. My therapist

[sticks-and-stones-are-great]

Mediwhump May - Day 6

"Needlephobic"

(Mystery Men - 1999)

@mediwhumpmay

“What was he wearing?” Roy limped over to the curb, Eddie guiding him by the arm.

“Shingles.” Eddie grunted as they sat down together.

Jeff shielded his eyes from the flashing blue and red lights across the street. “He had fashioned them into some kind of armor. My forks were nearly useless.”

Roy grimaced as he stretched out his leg.

“You got him eventually, right in the ass.” Eddie added. 

“True.” Jeff sighed as he counted his leftover ammunition. “He deserved it. Especially for the nails. Why does one decide to use a nail gun when interrupting a performance of Shakespeare in the Skate Park?”

“Roofing.” Roy grasped the long nail embedded in the meat of his inner thigh and pulled. It slid free, painfully, covered in blood. Roy let out a long whine and held back a sob. “His theme is roofing.” He rasped. 

“Oh.” Eddie nodded. “The shingles, the nail gun, the-”

“The rebellion against roofless theater productions?” Jeff finished. 

“So weird.” Roy sighed. “But dedicated.”

Eddie caught sight of the bloody nail that Roy held. “Oh no, Roy, you should have let the medics take that out.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Roy waved him off. “I’ve had worse. Besides, they’re busy with Mercutio.”

“I suppose-” Eddie cut himself off. “Oh come on, Roy, you’ve got one in your hand!” He grabbed Roy’s wrist and held it up.

The long nail had flown through Roy’s palm and the tip poked through the back of his hand. It wasn’t bleeding much, but that was because the nail was plugging the hole. 

Jeff frowned. “How many did he get you with, Roy?”

“I dunno.” Roy shrugged. He was tired and sore and thinking was hard. “ A few.”

“A few?” Eddie stood up. “How do you not know? Hang on, let’s do a count. I can’t believe I have to do this for you.”

“I can believe it.” Jeff stood up too. 

“Going to need a metal detector.”

“Come on, guys. I just wanna go home.” Roy whined. 

“Okay, so one in the hand.” Eddie ignored him and began to circle, looking for other nails. “One in the boot. Ouch, straight through your foot.” “Yeah, I was nailed to the stage for a minute.” Roy laughed weakly.

Jeff laughed as well then quickly stopped. “The one from his thigh.”

“Three so far.” Eddie nodded. 

“I think that’s it.” Roy grumbled.

“Let’s at least get you checked out.” Eddie offered his hand to help Roy up from the curb. “Also when was the last time you got your tetanus shot?”

“My what?”

Eddie looked over at Jeff, who nodded silently.

“Let’s go to the clinic.”

“Aw, man.” Roy whined.

Ten minutes later, they piled out of Eddie’s car and into the 24-hour clinic. It was quiet around midnight so the wait was pretty short. A nurse took Roy back, and Eddie and Jeff stayed in the waiting room. 

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Eddie asked Jeff, flipping through a sticky magazine.

“Oh.” Jeff thought for a moment. “Five minutes.” He answered.

“How about ten?”

“You’re on. I’ll watch the clock.”

Four minutes later, the nurse reappeared. 

Jeff stood up. “You owe me dinner.”

The nurse walked over. “Would either of you be able to accompany your friend? He’s…” She searched for a word. “Agitated.”

Eddie stood too. “We’ll both come back.”

The nurse led them back to the examination room. Roy immediately tried to leave as soon as she opened the door. 

“Eddie, I’m fine. Let’s leave. Get me out of here.” Roy spoke quickly in a low mutter. “Come on, Jeff, let’s go, let’s go.”

“Whoa, there.” Eddie gently corralled Roy back in, like a spooked horse. “They’re just going to give you a little check-up, Roy.”

“And a shot!” Roy’s voice almost squeaked. “I don’t-... I don’t like…” “Don’t like needles.” Eddie finished. 

Roy sat back down on the exam table, pale and sweating. “Yeah.” He whispered. 

“We know, that’s why we’re here.” Eddie reassured. “It’ll be really quick. You don’t want tetanus, right?”

“Lock-jaw, Roy.” Jeff chimed in, seating himself in a nearby chair. 

“That actually sounds better than the shot.” Roy said.

“You won’t even feel it.” Eddie said. “Besides, you’ve been stabbed before, Roy, how are you scared of needles?”

“I dunno. I’d rather be stabbed. Can they do that? Use a knife? For the shot?” Roy looked around. “Or a scalpel. Anything but…” He trailed off. 

“You know.” Jeff tapped his chin in thought. “This reminds me of the time we saved the blood drive nurses from the Blood Bandits and you lost so much blood that they just strapped you in the chair to give you blood with that absolutely enormous needle-”

“Okay, okay.” Roy hopped off the table. “I’m leaving.”

“I can’t let you do that, Roy.” Eddie stood in his way. “As your friend, I am going to make sure you get this shot.”

Roy laughed, pretended to back off, then feinted to the left, and made a dash to the right. He tried to get to the door. But he was full of nails and too slow. 

Eddie grabbed him. Jeff stood in front of the door. 

And then the doctor walked in. 

“What have we here?” She asked. 

All three of them stopped struggling. 

“Nothing.” Roy straightened his coat. 

“Nothing.” Eddie let go of Roy.

“Nothing.” Jeff picked up a fork he’d dropped. 

“I see.” The doctor put down her clipboard. “Well, which one of you is Roy?”

Jeff pointed at Roy.

“Thanks, man.” Roy sighed. 

“I will take a bullet for you, Roy, but not a shot”

The doctor sighed. “So Roy, you had an accident with a…” She turned a page. “Nail?”

“Nail gun.” Eddie corrected. 

“Okay, and how many nails?” “Three.” Roy sighed.

“We think.” Jeff added. 

“You think?” The doctor raised an eyebrow.

“Pretty sure.” Eddie admitted.

“Uh-huh.” The doctor paused for a moment, looked over each of them, then proceeded. “Well, let’s get those nails out, Roy. Then we’ll go from there.”

Roy nodded, almost green.

The doctor and an assistant bandaged the thigh wound and extracted the nail from Roy’s foot. The hand was last. Slowly, carefully, the doctor took the nail out and dressed the wound. She kept up a conversation with Roy the whole time, who was visibly relaxing. 

Once that was done, Roy sighed. “That wasn’t so bad. Could we save the-... the shot for another day.”

“No, we can’t.” The doctor answered. 

“Why not?”

“Because we’ve already done it.” The doctor stepped back. She had been blocking Roy’s line of sight of his other arm. 

The assistant was currently pulling a needle out of Roy’s shoulder.

“Oh.” Roy swayed. And fainted.

“There he goes.” Eddie sighed.

“He’s reliable.” Said Jeff.

[a-star-that-fell]

it is unreasonably hilarious to me that i’ve trigger tagged needles for most of my blog’s lifespan and yet most of the posts in it are nurse gerard art/content from the last six months

like. christ alive.

[chronicswitch]

gotta stab myself again on Friday and I keep being excruciatingly anxious about it

trying to do that mindfulness thing where I stay in the present moment and not follow my extremely anxious trains of thought to impossible ends but fuuck

[thenameofsantiagossextape]

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[mediwhumpmay]

MEDIWHUMP MAY PROMPTS

Mediwhump May. It's dirty medicine.

Welcome to Mediwhump May. 31 days, 31 prompts. The only limit is your imagination.

Don't forget to tag @mediwhumpmay and use your tags #mediwhumpmay

IV /Cannula

Stitches

Seizure

Pain

No Response

Needlephobic

First Night in Hospital

Scared of Blood

Oxygen

Short of Breath

Withdrawal

"Just one more sip."

Surgery

Loss of Consciousness

Nausea / Vomiting

Dizzy

"Stay awake for me."

Stabbing

Emergency Room

Breakdown

Field Medicine

Doctor Becomes the Patient

Bleeding Out

"We've got you now." / "You're safe."

Shaking

Sedation

Car Crash

No Screaming

Head Injury

Choke

Ambulance Ride

Bonus / Alternative Prompts

No Pain relief

Infection

Poisoning

Broken Bones

Teeth

[silentmoths]

what a weekend

well that was a time, life stuff below

I may have spent the last three days in hospital. Long story short, a bout of gastro had me throwing up 9 times in an hour, promptly off to the hospital we goes.

only to discover that I had dehydrated to such a dangerous degree that it sent my diabetic ass' blood sugar skyrocketing into the 30's (540's for any american standards users) and my ketones also went up, putting me into ketoacidosis.

I had shown up expecting to be given that funny lil pill that put under your tongue to stop nausea and be sent on my way, I had work that afternoon.

Now? Now im admitted.

Somewhere along the way I, a severely needlephobic whore, end up with 4 cannula in my hands because mfs can never catch a vein in my arms, so im riding high (not) and then the big one.

'oh, the doctor wants us to put a catheter in'

you want to put a what. in my WHERE.

so now I am like a cyborg. I'm septic, I have Insulin in one cannula, two lots of antibiotics fighting fuck knows what in another, saline and potassium in the third, and the 4th was meant to be for just drawing blood. oh and now im sitting here with no pants and a fucking TUBE STUCK IN PLACES TUBES SHOULD NEVER BE.

oh and for the first 36 hours I was nil by mouth. no food, no water. I had so many bags of saline/hartmans being pumped into my system they didnt deem any excess liquid intake necessary. I also have this raging headache that not even the strongest painkillers they were willing to give me would touch (later, i discovered this was because it was a caffine withdrawal headache and iykyk)

SO! what did we learn from this? why did my body suddenly attempt to unalive by way of acid blood? well.

we arent too sure.

The diabetes team seems to have a theory, one thats been brought up a few times in my life with the unfortunate illness because I have the markers for it, but there is potential that i have a fun (not) secret third type known as LADO diabetes which is a whole different ballgame, reacts to medications differently, and sometimes just needs hole new fucking medications but it's a lot of trial and error.

for now, im home, finally, I can eat, finally...even if i'm not all that hungry, remember the throwing up that started this? yeah. gastro is a bitch, im still not hungry. but I feel like hot flaming cheeto trash, I've been ordered to bedrest for the rest of the week and man am I glad my new boss is a fkn kind and understanding woman because i cant imagine many would be so chill about their new employee almost offing a week after starting.

the takeaway from all this? if you throw up more than thrice in an hour, kid. please go to the hospital.

[faofinn]

Day 1 IV / Cannula

@mediwhumpmay

"Fred, sit still."

"Nope. Can't do this shit. I'll just wait."

Steve pushed him gently back onto the bed. "Yeah, that's not happening. Sit down, sit still, and I'll be done quicker. I know you don't like it, but you got yourself hurt, and you won't go anywhere to get it looked at."

"How am I meant to walk in to the ED and explain the fucking gunshot, Steve?"

"You don't, not without questions. Come on, I just need this tiny, tiny cannula in, and then you'll be having a great time." Steve coaxed.

"Fine. Fine, just be quick." He sat back, offering his hand. "Just do it."

Steve hummed. It was the fifth time in as many attempts that Fred had said it, and he was far from impressed. It did make him laugh, though. The most up-and-coming crime boss in London beyond terrified of needles.

"Right, sharp scratch."

Fred tried, but his anxiety won out, and he jerked away. "Sorry, I can't do it."

Steve shook his head,unclipping the tourniquet. "Fred, I can't do anything if you're not gonna help me. You know what we need? A proper clinic space, not just a bed and a shitty light. Get some proper equipment in too, make life easier."

"Mm, maybe. We'd need to get more people in to help."

"Finn’s doing better, he wanted to get involved in all of this." Steve murmured, setting up again. "I'd happily get him sorted."

"I'd worry too much for him to be involved in all of it." Fred shifted to get comfortable. 

"Yeah, but surely it would be better to get him involved this way,behind the scenes, than having him out there with a gun."

"That's true. Sheila would have a fit if she knew we were talking about it, though."

"Major crime boss and still terrified of his wife." Steve teased.

"Of course I am. You would be too if you had to share a bed with her."

Steve hummed, having found his vein. "I've shared a house, that was enough."

"It was nice when you stayed, especially when we were just getting used to Finn's…condition."

"I'm glad I could help out. He's doing amazingly well at the moment."

"Yeah, I'm really prou-Ow!" Fred frowned at Steve, instinctively having looked at the needle. "Fuck you."

Fred's swearing hadn't exactly been English, but Steve felt it. He held the cannula to secure it as he dropped the bed, Fred dead to the world. He laughed quietly to himself as he finished up, discarding the sharp and flushing. It seemed to work well, and he was happy enough with the placement to continue with it. Knowing Fred all too well, he decided to wrap it, and was part way through the bandage when Fred groaned at him. 

"Oh, hi sleepyhead."

"Fuck you." 

That had been more English, and Steve grinned. "Welcome back. It's in and working, the hard part's over."

Fred hummed, cracking an eye to look at Steve. "I feel like shit."

"You're gonna feel even worse when I get this ket into you, so we need happy thoughts before then.

"Happy thoughts?! You just stabbed me."

Steve laughed. "You know, I see where Finn gets his dramatics from."

"That's Sheila, not me." He grinned. "It's definitely not my fault."

"Oh, of course not, my bad."

[febuwhump]

I was unsure of Bees until it made me look up when epinephrin was first used in medicine as a thing in itself, and now I'm having a great time actually. (Limited if I let a character have a medical thing to "Pre-1900" and voila.) Now we shall find out if the guy getting stung or the needlephobic medic is having the worse time! So yes, Bees. Good prompt, 10/10.

bees is both a silly prompt and actually full of whump potential

i know i make fun of it a lot and it literally is just a big joke to me, but there's so much space for it to be good

[nuri148]

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I, a proven needlephobic, have just pierced my own ear.

I wanted a third piercing in my left ear so I can wear Zoro's earrings to the comic con next December am so brave.

[chronicswitch]

Ugh. Stressed about medical stuff tomorrow including the fatphobia 😑 Practicing some parts work stuff but the medical phobia is strong as fuck

[f1rst-prince]

Henry takes a slow breath, relaxing a little as he hears the crowd beginning to quiet, his heart still beating staccato in his chest. "What....?" He hesitates, cracking a tiny smile and shifting on one foot, shaking his head. "One of my stupider moments during boarding school... I was a little, a lot drunk." He amends with a tiny smile. "Though that's no excuse for-" he flinches as the door slams open, immediately pulling Alex behind him, ready for whomever it is. "Can we just get out of here?" He mutters to Alex before the person makes themselves known.

"go! i'll fight them off! get to safety!" Lukas to Alex, or Alex to Henry.

Henry looks around, swallowing hard and trying to push down the impending panic attack. "I'm not going anywhere without you," he argues, because Henry is many things, but he won't sacrifice someone else's safety for his own. He just... hadn't expected so many people to follow them, to be so vocal about their feelings. "I can call us a helicopter," He offers, trying not to feel shitty for saying something he's aware is incredibly privileged. Wouldn't have to use it if they just let us be, he thinks, and flinches as something that sounds like a stone hits at the nearby window.

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

Day 6: Needlephobic - Medi Whump May

Medi Whump May Masterlist

CWs: needles (obviously), restraints

Whumpee smiled gleefully, bending over the table Whumpee was strapped to.

"I have something for you, today. Something that is finally going to break you, my precious unbreakable doll."

"You won't. You can't break me." Whumpee spat.

"Oh darling, I'm just getting started." Whumper drawled.

They moved out of Whumpee's field of vision.

"You can do whatever you like to me. I'm not going to give you what you want. You're just a monster, and I don't give monsters what they want." Whumpee knew they were babbling, anxiety making them keep talking. "And you know what, I don't even like you. You're creepy and ugly and-"

Whumper returned, clutching a syringe with a long, thin needle.

"What's the matter, Whumpee? Scared of a little needle?" Whumper smirked.

"Please, no, anything but this-" Whumpee stammered.

Whumper chuckled mirthlessly. "I heard you don't like shots. I figured I'd give you this special one... It should help you be a little more, well, understanding."

"No." Whumpee begged, as the needle was brought closer and closer to their neck.

Whumper drove the needle, slowly and deliberately, straight into the muscle of Whumpee's neck. A single tear slipped down Whumpee's cheek as the plunger was pressed down and the serum inside it was injected into their veins. Whumper pulled the syringe out, then wiped the tear of Whumpee's cheek.

"There we go, my darling." Whumper smiled down at their doll. "Let's see if this medicine helps with that pesky defiance of yours."

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