#signs and symptoms of heart attack

[surinderbhalla]

From Clues to Cures Early Signs of Stroke and Prevention Strategies!

Stroke is a devastating medical condition that can wreak havoc on individuals and their loved ones. However, guess what? Amid this darkness, there is a ray of hope! The early recognition of stroke symptoms can mean the difference between life and death. It can turn the tide and increase the chances of a full recovery. So, buckle up and get ready to dive into the fascinating world of stroke…

[sehatgyantips]

सर्दी में हार्ट अटैक क्यों आता हैं जानिए इसका घरेलू उपाय | Heart Attack

[platinumforheart]

Pre-heart attack symptoms, also known as warning signs or prodromal symptoms, are subtle indicators that may precede a heart attack. These early signals can vary from person to person but often include discomfort or mild pain in the chest, shortness of breath, fatigue, nausea, lightheadedness, and discomfort in the upper body, such as the arms, neck, or jaw. Recognizing these warning signs and seeking immediate medical attention is crucial, as they can offer a valuable opportunity for early intervention and potentially prevent a full-blown heart attack.

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[vhstown]

please stop scrolling and take the time to read this.

i don't think people understand the extent of the horror happening in palestine right now. "death" means nothing to people because of desensitisation so let me just tell you what white phosphorus is. it's being used in israeli munitions and has been and will continue to be fired across gaza and the palestinian borders.

white phosphorus burns when it comes into contact with oxygen (at nearly 800°C or 1500°F. the human body can withstand ~50°C for reference.) the air you breathe in ignites and it is near impossible extinguish. it sticks to clothing and skin and is very difficult to remove because it will continue to ignite in air. it burns flesh up to the bone and even past the bone because it penetrates tissue and is absorbed VERY easily. if you inhale it it'll destroy your respiratory tract and lungs. it can cause failure in multiple organs including the liver, kidneys and heart. it is being released in one of the most densely populated places on earth.

the only way to treat someone exposed to white phosphorus is to submerge them in saline or water and to pick out the substance with forceps, and when you undress a wound the substance can re-ignite. this is just ONE weapon that is being used to kill palestinian people right now. palestine does not have access to medical care, humanitarian aid, power, or internet. their hospitals are being bombed. gaza is one of the most densely populated places in the world with over 50% of the population being children. many children are the sole survivors of their families. there are videos of children experiencing panic attacks and symptoms of ptsd. the fact that israel has committed war crimes in plain sight means that we can only imagine what will happen to the palestinians in complete darkness.

israel has and will continue to deny this. your interests and fandom will still be here, you will wake up tomorrow morning and see your friends and family, but an entire nation of people are being wiped off the map. being silent is being complacent. reblog, spread information, tell people in real life, attend protests, sign petitions, call your government offices, at the very least be angry and upset and horrified because once you become numb and indifferent and hopeless the oppressors will have already won.

what's happening right now is more than a genocide and once it becomes a part of history we'll wonder how the world let this happen. genocides have been part of all nations. just because it is far away does not mean you don't have to be concerned. the fact that YOUR governments and YOUR idols and the people around YOU are supporting the mass eradication of an entire group of people should scare you. it shouldn't make you feel anything less than sick and angry and disgusted. DO something about it, no matter how small you feel your voice is, because palestinians no longer have one.

[edit] links to some helpful reblogs: one & two

post on how you can help palestine

learn about palestine with this masterlist of info

+ a further reblog of mine

[edit 2] about palestinians "not having a voice" at the time i wrote this post internet connection was cut off entirely and even journalists weren't able to report for a period of time — that is all i meant by that. they of course have a voice and i never meant to undermine how people are risking their lives in gaza to get information out there and i apologise if thats what people took from it, it was not my intention but it is entirely my bad. please continue to spread information and updates from gaza as they come.

[myfitnessteacher]

Heart | Heart Attack | Heart Attack Symptoms | How to Prevent Heart Attack | How to Unclog Your Arteries In 3 Ways |

We will discuss why our arteries get clogged? The warning signs that our body gives, best foods and the 3 most effective ways as mentioned in the Ayurvedic scriptures to unclog the arteries and prevent heart attack. So without any further delay, let’s get started. Read More

[baileycatarina]

on today’s episode of Is It a Panic Attack or a Heart Attack

[allthiings]

Learn Early Signs & Symptoms Of Heart Attack | Medanta

[doberbutts]

Curious about something you mentioned in your post last week, you said that in your opinion all drugs should be legal and I’m curious about how that would be a positive at all? Like I get weed bc it’s pretty harmless but when I think of drugs I think of cocaine and heroin, which have destroyed so many lives. If it was widely available wouldn’t that end up hurting more people than helping? That’s just my opinion but I’m curious on the other side

I do think all drugs should be legal. This is said knowing that addiction runs in my family and that the only reason my older sister is my *sister* is due to drug use and addiction. Otherwise she'd be my cousin.

Making drugs illegal does not stop people from getting high. It does not stop drug related crime. And it certainly does not stop drugs from tearing families apart.

Addiction is a symptom of a larger problem. Solve the problem and the addict problem goes away. Solve the addict problem and drugs stop ruining lives and destroying families and creating massive amounts of drug related violence. Places that have roled out decriminalization strategies effectively have seen an overall reduction in crime rates across the board, a reduction in recreational drug use, and a reduction in bloodborne illness like HIV. Creating safe needle exchanges as well as safe places to get high with medical staff onhand has also created a locale where very few people die from overdose.

Most people hear "decriminalize all drugs" and think I mean a free-for-all. I don't. I think the drug market should be regulated. I don't think you should be able to get ketamine or heroin over the counter at a walmart like you can get asprin. But I think it's time to stop putting people in jail for getting high.

My aunt tore her life and her family and her health apart for years while she was addicted to heroin. My sister, her daughter, needed to be removed from her care due to the amazingly bad choices she made as a mother due to her addiction and her prioritizing drugs over the health and safety of her daughter. My aunt has had multiple heart attacks from the damage the constant drug use did to her body.

My aunt is more than a decade sober and do you know why? It's not because she got a wakeup call when her daughter was taken away, because at the time she willingly and freely signed her over to my parents because that got her "out of [her] hair". It's not because she had a heart attack, because she went right back to it the moment she was out of the hospital. It's not even because she spent time in rehab and prison, because the moment she was out she was using again.

No, my aunt got sober because her life changed. She was put on a better pain management plan. She got out of her shitty marriage to her shitty husband. She completed some education to make her more hireable so she didn't have to rely on less than safe means of paying her bills. She reconnected with my sister and reforged their relationship once she was 18. She bought her own house. She found love with someone who didn't give a shit about her past and brought out the best in her.

My aunt was a deeply unhappy person. Heroin made life more tolerable for her. Until she couldn't tolerate life without it. Until she'd do anything, anything, to get her next high.

A lot of addicts are addicts because they are self-medicating for something else and their drug of choice has chemical properties that makes their brains crave it more. If you fix the "deeply unhappy" part, you create a healthier environment for that addict to take control over their life again. Without it, they are far more likely to continue to relapse.

Knowing this, why would I then want to add the threat of prison and jailtime- life-ruining things themselves- to an addict's list of concerns?

Look up rat park sometime. In the rat paradise, drugged water was freely offered, and occasional a rat here or there would take a hit or two, but rarely enough to even get high and almost never habitually. Addiction literally didn't exist even though the rats were taking addictive substances. But the rats in cages, seperated from each other, with no enrichment, crammed into small spaces and stressed to hell? Those rats took hit after hit after hit until they overdosed and died. The addict rats were deeply unhappy. The drugs were their only escape. The paradise rats had to be lured in with sweetened drugs to even consider and even then they rejected them. The caged rats did not need sweetner, even though the drugs made the water bitter.

If we can see such a stark difference in rats having their needs met vs rats experiencing isolation and stress, what would happen if we showed human addicts the same consideration?

I think a lot better results than continuing to jail deeply unhappy and desperate people for doing the only thing they can think of to cope.

[writingseaslugs]

Diasomnia: When You're Sick

The last dorm, and probably the one dorm you don’t want taking care of you…minus Silver. Hope you guys enjoyed this dorm series, I know I did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to skedaddle back to work. Also the intro is the same for all parts, so if you’ve read it once, you’ve read it all.

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Diasomnia: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Malleus Draconia

Sebek will be the one mentioning you being sick in passing, noting how Grim had been out of control due to your absence. That’s all Malleus needs to hear before he’s sneaking away from his retainers and going over to your dorm. Thankfully you’re asleep when he appears in your room. He’s standing over your bed, looking over you and placing his large hand over your forehead, noting that it’s warmer than it should be. This prompts him to call up Lilia to inform him of the situation. That’s where the trouble begins.

Malleus has no clue how to care for a human, so it’s already off to a rocky start. Lilia himself knows a little bit, as he had to take care of Silver. The thing with Silver is, other than the narcolepsy, he was always a fairly healthy child…according to Lilia. Really he just always missed the signs that Silver was sick or though it was just a quirk. So now you have two fae over your bed, trying to figure out what’s wrong as you slowly wake up and meet their eyes. You might have a heart attack that devolves into a coughing fit as Malleus is frantically trying to help you.

You’re going to be the one needing to tell them they need to get you the school nurse, and no this is not the time to experiment with treatments. Malleus does so, just because you seemed really adamant, and it’s a good thing. The nurse is nervous with both Lilia and Malleus in the room, but eventually manages to figure out how to take care of you, and even noting that the stuff served in the cafeteria is best for your recovery. Once Lilia knows Malleus has it handled, he leaves. Malleus is doing everything the nurse says, with a little flourish of magic, to make you get better faster. He’s pretty good at reading you as well, so if you move slightly he’s already fluffing your pillow to make it more comfortable, and asking if you’d like more water. He can be very doting normally, and it only increases once you’re sick.

Malleus is going to be relieved, but also not trusting that you’re totally better. Be expecting him to take care of you for a solid week after you’re better, visiting you after classes and bringing you meals, as well as checking your temperature the entire time. It’s not that he doesn’t trust your word, he just doesn’t trust the nurse having the best treatment plan. If he could have it his way, he would’ve brought you to Briar Valley to have one of the doctors there check you over.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia had just decided on a whim to visit your dorm the previous night, wanting to see what you were up to. When he found you curled up in bed shaking, clearly still asleep and unaware of your current condition, he decided to just stick around until the morning. After Grim leaves for school, he makes his grand appearance and is asking you what’s wrong. He’s not as concerned as he should be, since he’s seen Silver like this many times and his son has always made a full recovery. Still, he is a little upset to see you in such a state.

He’s not the best, at all, but he kind of knows what to do. He’s taken care of Silver while he’s sick so he assumes he knows what he’s doing…he doesn’t. If you had a fae illness, he'd be perfect. He could treat that almost as well as a normal doctor. A human illness though…well he’s less experienced in that. Still, he’s going to try and do his best before calling the nurse to get whatever medications he needs to hand you. At least he’s willing to call in help once he figures out he doesn’t know how to make you better.

He’s pretty attentive, if not a little teasing while he takes care of you. Again, he knows you’re not dying so he can have a little fun with it. He will try to put some medicine on a spoon and pretend to be a bird as he brings it to your mouth. Show him the most unimpressed look and he’ll break out into a fit of giggles. Just make sure when it comes to meal times, you request being brought something from the cafeteria, letting Lilia know that his seasonings would be too much on your stomach right now. He agrees and brings you proper food, even if he really wants to add something to it.

He’s going to be over the moon when you’re all better, telling you how happy he is and asking if you want to do something fun now. There’s no resting time after being sick, he’s been so good the past few days waiting for you to be better, that now you need to go and do something with him. He’ll be happy if you agree to sit with him in his dorm room and play a few rounds of a video game though. He’s just happy to have you back honestly.

Silver

He’s another one who finds out through Sebek. He’s half asleep when Sebek begins shouting about how you’re missing and Grim is causing havoc and how he won’t stand for it. Silver only hears you’re missing and after asking he finds out you’re sick. He knows just how bad it can be, being sick with nobody to take care of you. Most of the time Lilia didn’t even realize Silver was sick growing up, so he was on his own. This is going to prompt him to go ahead and check in with you.

Silver is actually pretty good at figuring out what to do while you’re sick. Since he normally took care of himself growing up (even if half the time it was sleeping it off) he at least knew the basics. When he noticed you had  a fever he was looking for things to help with it, alongside something for your cough and stomach. In no time he had all the things he needed to take care of you, and was able to do it without much of an issue. Good news for you, he is very quiet while he speaks to you, so you don’t need to worry about his presence causing you more of a headache.

He’s not perfect at it, but he tries to keep a good schedule up to make sure you’ll be okay. He can cook you something to eat as well, that tastes pretty okay so he doesn’t need to worry about running to the cafeteria before it closes. For the most part though, you both are asleep. In fact, sometimes you need to nudge him awake to grab your medicine, which he will sleepily do and mumble something about being sorry about falling asleep like that.

He’s relieved to know you’re all better and that he managed to help you, but he’s exhausted afterwards. Let him crash at your place and possibly also check in on him to make sure he didn’t catch whatever you had going on. Once he’s awake he’ll just smile and say he’s grateful you’re feeling better, but he needs to get going since you’re both behind on school work. He doesn’t need anything in return for helping you, but if he ever does get sick it wouldn’t hurt to help him out. He was good to you, so returning that favor is needed…especially since Lilia might not even notice Silver is sick…again.

Sebek Zigvolt

He’s going to notice right away once he sees Grim by himself, doing whatever he wants. He’s going to say the only reason he’s going to check in on you is because the sooner you’re better, the sooner you can control Grim. After all, Grim being crazy can disturb Malleus and cause distractions, and he would be a horrible retainer if he allowed that to happen. Nobody but Lilia and Silver would comment about how he was more fidgety the moment he found out, and how he bit down on his bottom lip, gnawing it with worry for you.

Sadly he’s another one who’s totally hopeless when it comes to taking care of someone else. More or less…it’s a bit disastrous. He’s too loud and causes headaches by accident, and he hasn’t the faintest idea on human illnesses despite being half human himself. Normally when he got sick, nobody knew if it was a fae or human illness, so he was treated for both. Which doesn’t bode well for you since he’s going to use that to try and treat you initially.

Once he realizes his efforts aren’t making you better, he’s going to call Silver to help out. He doesn't want to bother Lilia for something like this, and Silver is the only human he likes other than you. Thankfully Silver explains what to do and Sebek will do so, but stumbles a bit. At least you’ll slowly be getting better, and he’s not an idiot and will make sure you’re eating good food. He’s determined to make you better, and eventually he forgets all about the horrible excuse he told others, letting his worry take over for you. After letting him know his voice is a bit too loud, he’s going to quiet down for you. 

He’s relieved to know you’re better and for a while he’s significantly less tense, and everyone notices. Lilia is going to be teasing him about it, making poor Sebek go bright red since he’s been outed for caring about a lowly human. When you thank him, he’ll go back to the lie he told everyone else about wanting Grim to be properly handled, but the red on his cheeks is persistent enough to let you know that it’s a horribly fabricated lie…though you would’ve been able to tell either way.

[mr-ys-phantasma]

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Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3 Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6 Chapter 7. - Chapter 8. - Chapter 9

Word Count: 1328

Chapter 9:

Despite the circumstances, there was not a lot of panic; which could be considered a good sign. Being calm would help find a solution, and something was telling you that the clock with the counting down number was not there for show.

Suddenly, you heard a gasp followed by Alice's voice.

"Your face is back to normal." She said to Sharon, making everyone notice that indeed the swelling had all disappeared.

"Thank goodness." Sharon exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart.

You also went to Lilia, who surprisingly still held on the hand mirror and both observed your faces; deeply relieved you were back to normal.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips but you could still fill your heart racing faster, making you question whether it was from the sudden stress or something else.

Teen looked at all the women around him. "It went away so fast."

Somehow, this seemed to ring a bell in your mind. "Why do I feel this is not a good thing?" You questioned.

Surprisingly, Jen pointed a finger at you, but her mind was elsewhere. "No, she has a point. This is not a yay. Very much not, yay."

"What do you mean?" Teen asked for everyone in the room.

Jen did her best to keep her tone from faltering. "The fact that the face swelling decreased so quickly means it could be only one type of poison... Alewife's Revenge."

You could not help but roll your eyes at the name. "Is there anything in potions that doesn't have an ominous name attached to it?"

Lilia glanced at you and merely shrugged her shoulders, having no answer to your rather rhetoric question.

"Face swelling is just the beginning." Jen continued, bringing up all the symptoms. "Next is dizziness, delirium, loss of motor function."

Suddenly, Alice started to walk away from the group. "My heart's racing."

"That's another one... Also, hallucinations, and eventually... death."

Something inside Agatha snapped, and she lost whatever calm demeanour she had managed to keep all this time. "I've gotta get outta here." She said and headed for the balcony doors.

She grabbed the heaviest item she saw first and marched towards the glass doors before starting to smack on it with all the force she could master.

Everyone called for her to stop, but it was you and Alice that moved to do something instead.

The former police witch managed to pull the item away from Agatha's hands, earning a roar of frustration from the magicless witch.

Agatha was ready to attack Alice and get the item back, but you were faster. You had moved behind her, wrapping your hands around her waist and grabbing her wrist; keeping them close to her body.

"Agatha, Agatha, Ags... breathe, breathe" you whispered to her ear, fighting against her futile attempts to free herself from your grasp.

You were stronger than her, though, and at that moment; you were also far more determined to stop her from doing a mistake that would cost her... that would cost all of you.

Eventually, your former lover stopped and you slowly let her go; ensuring she would not try any surprise attacks or any other tricks. You knew better than anyone that she was the most dangerous when cornered.

"You can't run away from the poison." Jen scolded her, and she only scoffed in return before regaining her composure.

As you let her go fully, you failed to notice that one member of the group was missing. The boy had noticed something and soon came back, with a familiar glass of wine; it was still filled.

"She didn't drink the poison." He pointed out, looking at her in disbelief. "You can't cheat, Agatha."

"Why? Who says?"

Lilia glared at Agatha. "The Road." She reminded her.

"Oh, that's ridiculous! We don't all have to suffer." Agatha argued and pointed at the boy. "Teen didn't drink"

Jen, of course, already had her argument ready. "He's not in the coven. And he's underage!"

"I'm gonna shove it down your gullet, so help me..." Lilia threatened but Agatha did not let her finish.

"You know what?" She exclaimed as she grabbed the glass from Teen and smashed it on the ground, letting the red wine stain the white carpet and wooden floors.

Different expressions and shouts filled the room and even you could not help but take a deep breath to contain your reaction.

You had feelings for Agatha. You would protect her, but even you could not be an accomplished to a cheating scheme against the road.

Both you and Agatha knew better of the rules, and yet your lover still thought she could try her luck.

You got it. She was scared, but none would make it through unless you passed at least the four basic trials.

"You have to drink, Agatha." Alice shouted.

"Well, I would, but there's no more wine."

Something grabbed your attention as you stood next to Agatha. "There is," you pointed out towards the table.

Alice grabbed an empty glass left from one of the witches, noticing the remnants of the red wine left at the bottom. Surprisingly, the glass started to refill itself; proving to Agatha that this was the only way forward.

Agatha was still hesitant, and Teen was getting tired of this game, not wishing to see the other witches and you dying; not when you all had just started.

"Drink." He ordered Agatha, surprising her with his sudden and serious tone that was unlike him. When the woman hesitated, he chose to do it himself. "Fine. Then, I will."

"No!" Agatha exclaimed, surprising everyone with her reaction and her quick move to grab the glass before the boy.

You could not help but arch an eyebrow at the sudden protectiveness, but this time, she refused to meet your gaze; knowing you would be able to read right through her.

In the end, she emptied the glass in one go; pulling a face at the bitter taste. "Ugh! It's so cheap." She commented.

You all looked at her, waiting for the swelling to start but you did not manage to stare for long... for Sharon was the first victim of the next stage.

"Please, please." She begged as she walked on weak legs, staring pretty much at nothing. "Wanda? Wanda, I'm begging you. Let him breathe. Please."

Her begging tone, the fact that she was on the verge of tears; was an unsettling thing to see, especially since she had been so joyful and happy all this time... well, almost all the time.

Hearing Wanda's name made you realize she was hallucinating from her time in Westview but based on her reaction, it was not a good memory.

Dread filled your stomach as you speculated that the hallucinations were not going to be any good ones but most likely your worst nightmares.

Sharon started to pant heavily and in the next few seconds, she passed out. Alice and Teen moved fast to keep her on the couch, while the rest watched shocked at what had just taken place in front of your very own eyes.

"So the hallucinations seem chill." Teen said, trying to change the dooming aura in the room.

"Hey, Potions Witch." Agatha suddenly said and when everyone turned to look at her, were surprised to see her with her face swollen. "It's time to brew an antidote."

Jen moved towards the Kitchen as she started to think, the rest following. You and Agatha were the last ones standing and she dared to look at you.

This time, your look towards her was one of disappointment and you merely shook your head a few times. Without saying another word, you walked towards the coven; leaving Agatha behind to stare at your retreating back with her lips parted.

Hurt or not by your reaction was well hidden behind her swollen face, making one wonder if she did regret the latest scheme she almost pulled off.

Chapter 10

[platinumforheart]

Recognize the Signs of a Heart Attack - Know Your Left Anterior Descending Artery(LAD)!

A heart attack occurs when blood flow gets obstructed while going to the heart, resulting in cardiac muscle damage. One of the major arteries that can become blocked during a heart attack is the left anterior descending artery (LAD). In this article, we will explore the structure of the heart, what the LAD is, and the warning signs of a heart attack.

Structure of the Heart

The heart is an essential organ that plays the role of pumping blood throughout the body. It comprises four chambers – the right atrium, right ventricle, left atrium, and left ventricle. Blood is carried from the body to the right atrium, then to the right ventricle, and finally to the lungs for oxygenation. The oxygen-rich blood is then taken from the lungs to the left atrium, the left ventricle, and the rest of the body.

The LAD is one of the major arteries that supplies blood to the heart muscle. It is located in the front of the heart and runs along the surface of the heart muscle. A blockage of the LAD can lead to a heart attack and can be life-threatening.

What is LAD in Heart?

LAD stands for left anterior descending artery. It is one of the main arteries that supply oxygen-rich blood to the heart muscle. The LAD supplies blood to the front and side of the heart and is responsible for a significant portion of the blood supply to the left ventricle.

Warning Signs of a Heart Attack

Identifying the warning heart attack signs is important for seeking immediate medical attention and reducing the risk of long-term heart damage. These signs of a heart attack vary from person to person, but common symptoms include:

Chest pain or discomfort: This is the most common heart attack symptom. It may feel like a tightness, pressure, or squeezing sensation in the chest that can last several minutes or come and go.

Shortness of breath: Feeling breathless, even at rest or with minimal exertion, can indicate a heart attack.

Sweating: Feeling sweaty, even in a cool environment, can signify a heart attack.

Nausea or vomiting: Nausea or vomiting can indicate a heart attack, especially in women.

Fatigue: Feeling unusually tired or weak, especially if it comes on suddenly, can signify a heart attack.

Pain in body parts: A discomfort in the arms, back, jaw, or stomach can also signify a heart attack.

It is essential to remember that not everyone experiences these warning signs, and some may experience no symptoms. It is vital to seek timely medical attention if you suspect a heart attack, even if you are not experiencing any symptoms.

Conclusion

The LAD is an important artery that supplies blood to the heart muscle. A blockage of the LAD can lead to a heart attack, which can be life-threatening. Identifying the warning signs of a heart attack is important for seeking immediate medical attention and reducing the risk of long-term heart damage. If you experience any warning signs of a heart attack, seek medical attention immediately.

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[eggo-tistical]

thinking about what was going through L’s mind as he lay in bed, the same night that light and him were in the helicopter.

after insisting at every turn that the brilliant teenage boy smiling before him had to be kira, was — no, is forever kira, he finally can look into light’s eyes and see what he always knew was there.

a murderer, a sociopath, a villain, a liar. yes, everything has gone to plan. light is kira; kira is light.

the boy he has spent the last few months monitoring, mapping, and mythologizing, is kira.

kira is the boy who has watched L type genius nonsense on his computer in the dark, shared a fourth of the key lime tart that watari served after misa and matsuda returned alive, listened to L babble 19th century french poetry when progress had slowed to an unbearable crawl.

yes, light is all that and a million other dirty things, packed tight and wound up in the shape of a classical greek statue, an eighteen year old boy, japan’s top student.

kira.

that thought should bring him joy. satisfaction. relief, even, that his deductions would never miss their mark. and it does. elation lights L up on the inside, or perhaps on the outside going in, like being doused in water and feeling it sink into his bones.

it’s wonderful, it’s horrible; he didn’t know warmth could feel so cold.

because at the quite literal end of the day, this is what he’s been chasing, isn’t it? his culprit, his criminal, his killer.

so why, when sharing a bed with him, inches from his skin and from exposing the truth, does L want to see light within those eyes again?

he reminds himself its ridiculous. they aren’t separate entities, like a parasite and its host. rather, one incorrigible unit, a package deal, something he signed up for at the start. a plant with rot already spreading through its roots that L simply had to deliver back into the soil.

he’s never really had a green thumb, anyways.

gnawing on his nail, L rolls over in their bed, observing the light-shaped god slumbering in total darkness. kira is so pale that his skin brightens the night. his breathing shakes the earth and breaks waves beneath L’s skin.

so the world’s greatest detective decides to shift a little closer. and recites heart attack symptoms in his head until he falls asleep.

[starvrat]

haha google is not helping!!!!!

chat help the hypochondria is hitting

[blasphemecel]

Michael Kaiser — Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.3k TYPE: Angst, Post-break up WARNING(S): Don't read if you're sensitive to medical stuff, also tw for KAISER-TYPICAL MELODRAMA

“Are you fucking kidding me? That just sounds made up.”

“Sir,” the doctor, who’s been having to deal with Kaiser acting like the hospital is a debate club for the past fifteen minutes, says. Then he lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. In all honesty, he does not want to deal with this. “While there’s an existing argument about the classification of broken heart syndrome, it is a real thing that happens. And you have it as we’ve deduced.”

“I don’t have health problems,” Kaiser says. Of course, those words fly out of his mouth without trouble even when Ness had to call an ambulance on him and everything, since he looked like he was on the brink of death today at practice. “Much less from bullshit reasons like a broken heart.”

“You don’t need to take it literally. That’s just the name. The trigger for the stress varies from case to case.”

Kaiser hopes his defensive statement didn’t reveal anything too personal, and decides to throw off any suspicion by staring down at his lap while frowning like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. At least the doctor doesn’t seem to care because he’s not prying for unnecessary details. Not yet, anyway.

“For how long have you been ignoring the symptoms?”

“I haven’t been ignoring anything,” Kaiser says.

Sure, he was dizzy a few (many) times and short of breath, and disregarded it. And while he can sense the tightness and pain in his chest each time, a recurring physical and tangible ache, Kaiser interprets the experience as some kind of metaphor for the figurative stabbing he was a victim of. The arrhythmia is a natural indignant response to whenever your irritating face pops up in his imagination, since you’re the perpetrator.

All this over some shitty break up. While it’s stupid for someone whose career is in sports to shrug off such obvious signs, until today Kaiser never truly thought it was serious enough to warrant such an overreaction from his body. You shouldn’t have this much power over him. He’s going to kill you next time he sees you for doing this to him.

He’s deep in denial and the grave he’s been digging with his stupid lies is shallow in contrast, inefficient. Can’t even deceive himself.

“It’s most common in people over fifty.”

Kaiser rolls his eyes. “Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”

“What I’m saying is, I assume you’ve been ignoring this for some time and it escalated to a bad attack. So, do you recall if you’ve gone through severe stress recently? Anything traumatizing even, either physically or mentally? When was it? If you could be exact, that’d be helpful.”

Traumatizing? Traumatizing? Is this man fucking kidding him right now?

Kaiser stares at the doctor as if he’s the stupidest person alive. Forget a person, he is a bug for such a suggestion. Through grit teeth, he relents, “There was something two weeks ago. By the way, it wasn’t traumatizing! That’s ridiculous.”

What’s even more absurd is the notion Kaiser wouldn’t know how much time has passed with perfect accuracy. Fourteen days he hasn’t been sleeping well, hugging his pillow and crying like a loser, cursing you, wanting you back, both a worshipper and a heretic.

What was he feeling at that moment, when you broke things off? Was it overwhelming anger which got him to this point? Though he’s been reliving the moment over and over, Kaiser still can’t identify it. Just something intense zapping him through his veins, a devastating shock, a surge of adrenaline. But surely it was resentment at your audacity to throw him away like disposable trash? He doesn’t like the thought that he’s been so pathetically sad, he got sick because of it, so this is what he’ll go with.

Thinking about it is enough to make him start picking at the skin on his neck like he’s trying to peel the ink off. It’s almost vile. At least he retains the common sense not to squeeze it in front of a medical professional who can send him away to a psych ward with ease.

The doctor, too, looks at Kaiser like he is an insane person. Good thing they pay him enough for this — otherwise, he doesn’t know how he’d deal with having a strange man with a bizarre haircut give him attitude over his diagnosis when it should be reserved for his barber or whoever is responsible.

“Two weeks ago, okay,” he says, writing it down. “Lucky for you, this is temporary and reversible unlike most other things we checked you for. You’ll be fine in about two months with the treatment.”

“So, like I thought, it’s not a big deal. I can still play football, right? Don’t need to lay off or anything?” Kaiser asks.

The doctor sighs. Again. He wants to measure the circumference, thickness and density of Kaiser’s skull. “You’re not listening,” he says, clearly exasperated, but still trying to exert patience. “Your heart is weak and not functioning properly at the moment. You can’t immediately jump back into living the way you usually do. It’s still serious no matter what you say and it can cause complications.”

Kaiser makes an annoyed expression like this is all one big inconvenience rather than a threat to his quality of life. “Are you serious? You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“I’m honored you seem to think I’m a hilarious comedian, sir, since this is your nth time asking, but it’s not the case,” he says levelly.

“Don’t get clever with me.”

A sharp inhale through the nose and the doctor’s back on track, maintaining a feeble grasp on his inner peace, at least enough not to snap. Then, after this brief recollection, he reaches out to grab something, then holds it up. It’s a picture that looks either like an abortion-to-be or a black and white photo of lasagna… maybe. “This is your heart.”

Kaiser almost forgot about the ultrasound or whatever since he was strung out and sedated- relaxed throughout that whole ordeal. At the sight of it now, always theatrical, he decides the best course of action is to wrinkle his nose and say ‘eww,’ even though he’s not squeamish. But treating the matter seriously means admitting he has a problem, and he can’t have that.

The doctor pretends he can’t hear anything and points at the relevant area with his finger to illustrate the crux of the matter better. “You have apical ballooning. Do you get it? Even if it’s temporary, you can’t treat it lightly. So-”

Kaiser tunes out the rest of the explanation. Blah, blah, he could harm himself, very original. His gaze is stuck on the echocardiogram, though, and this time he’s nauseous for real, the tiniest bit. It strikes him as particularly ugly and deformed. Organs are repulsive to begin with, anyway, but this… thing is his, and he’s seeing it now. In any case, nothing so disgusting is worth loving or treating with care.

Is this how you’ve come to see him? What does Kaiser look like in your eyes? Ugly and maladjusted on the inside? Someone who likes laughing at other people’s misery, but can’t take even the slightest puncture? So out of touch with his emotions — and of his own volition —, he’s started experiencing them in the most visceral way possible. His desire for you: torment, a disease.

Would you find him dramatic? Maybe, but at least you’d make him laugh and smile and anything else his troubled mind has decided he needs at the moment, from you alone. Doesn’t matter, though. He’s not privy to that kind of thing, not anymore.

There’s a sting in his eyes and Kaiser wipes away his tears with a hasty swipe, though a few more stream down his cheeks. He doesn’t even know what he’s crying about again.

The doctor observes the display with the distanced apathy of someone who’s watched people die and shit themselves.

He gets discharged with a prescription and elaborate instructions on how to go about his physical activities until it’s deemed he’s fully healed at the later check-ups.

Great. Pitiful.

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What's funny is that Y/n's probably having a good day while all this is going on