#slowly but surely catching up! i'm at the 50s episode!

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Tag some people you want to catch up with/get to know better

I was tagged by the lovely @novemberhush. Sorry it took me a couple of weeks to get to this!

Last song you listened to: Sammy Spread Your Wings by Queen

Favourite colour: Purple.

Last movie you watched: It has sadly been a while since i watched a film... I think it was Master and Commander last month.

Currently watching: Well I just finished the last episode of George Gently and I'm not sure what to watch next. I'm also still slowly making my way through Boston Legal and Midsomer Murders, and I'm waiting for DI Ray to come back on. I've also been watching Neighbours every few days with one of my relatives over lunch.

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: All three. I love biscuits, I love a nice mild curry, I like red pepper in salads and stews, and I'll happily eat almost all nuts and crisps.

Relationship status: Same, forever single

Last thing I googled: Harland and Wollf, the ship making company.

Current obsession: Queen, and i'm in the middle of a brief love affair with George Gently (the show, not the character). I have a few ideas in mind for some Bacchus fics, whether I'll get to writing them though, who knows? I've still got 50+ Queen WIPS to finish or dump.

Currently reading/last read: It is still Pig by Andrew Cowan, because I haven't picked up the book in a month because coursework and essays have taken priority. I suppose I'll count that too. Current textbook: Narrative, Langauges and Creativity.

Looking forward to: Easter break. Not because i'm religious but because I'll have some time off to sleep without feeling like i'm borrowing time from my studies, and I'll be able to watch films. After that, the end of the academic year on the 31st of May.

If you see this post, please consider yourself tagged!

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Why did you elbow me? 148

Achilles Castle part 50

The pharmacy Part 2

Howard: pov I'm telling Kate to breathe in and out slowly, Jenn says it looks like she is going to faint. All of the color has started draining from her face. She is rubbing her chest. Kate tells Seth to check on Tina and the baby first, all of a sudden Kate faints Seth manages to catch her before she falls over. He tells Wordy to take care of Tina. Seth looks concerned.

Seth: pov something doesn't feel right here. Howard says he thinks it's a panic attack. He explains the symptoms of a panic attack to me. I don't think it's a panic attack, then why would she faint. The pharmacist comes over and tells me she has a heart condition and wears a medical alert bracelet. I now notice it after she fainted. I read what is on the bracelet that is when it hits me she has arrhythmia.

Officer Wordy: pov Tina and the baby seem to be doing okay, i pick up the phone Kate dropped as a precaution an ambulance needs to be called Howard says Kate already called one for Tina. Seth says we need to call a second ambulance for Kate. I ask for a 2nd ambulance to be brought here.

911 Dispatcher Sara: pov hello sir what is your name and emergency. Okay your name is officer Wordy and you need a 2nd ambulance. The pregnant woman who is 35 weeks just gave birth, and the other woman has a heart condition who passed out. Is the pregnant woman and baby okay? The ambulance is just a precaution. Did the other woman have chest pain before she fainted, you're not sure. What is your address, it's a pharmacy okay.

Officer Seth: pov I ask the pharmacist if he can see what meds she takes and if he has oxygen back there he says yes. Phineas puts the oxygen mask on her face hoping it will help her breathe better.

Carla: pov Captain Beckett is laying on the floor. She doesn't look good at all, we are starting to freak out a little. I hear Seth say her medical alert bracelet says she has a heart condition. I hear him say something about her vitals.

Howard: pov Jenn is holding Kate's hand trying to wake her up. She is saying it's okay the medics are on their way. Can you open your eyes for me or squeeze my hand? Wordy gives me the cell phone to keep the medics updated.

911 Dispatcher Sara: pov Wordy has now handed the phone to Howard who is telling me her vitals.

Phineas The pharmacist: pov I mention Kate takes 3 kinds of heart meds and uses an inhaler as needed. One is an emergency injection, she is supposed to carry it with her everywhere. It should be in Kate's bag. Howard finds her injector in the bag. Her thigh is the best place to inject it. I pull her pants down a tiny bit so I can inject it into her thigh. This seems to cause her pain, the injection must have hurt. Let's hope me or Seth doesn't have to do CPR.

911 Dispatcher Sara: pov He says Kate is breathing funny, so she was given some oxygen and she was given a dose of her heart meds. Howard, can you try and keep her calm? Okay she is still unconscious. The medics should be there soon.

Barry: pov Wordy Is talking with Tina trying to keep her calm, she looks freaked out. The paramedics arrive for Tina and the baby the other hostages are still sitting on the floor.

Officer Wordy: pov priority of life means that Tina and her baby get taken care of first the first group of medics tend to her and get her ready for transport. The second group of medics arrive and Seth explains the little bit he knows,

Paramedic Lucas: pov I can tell Captain Beckett isn't doing so good, officer Seth fills me in on the little information he got. Turns out she has a heart condition. They injected her with her heart meds since it looked like a heart episode and she had fainted. My partner puts a pulse ox-meter on her finger, then takes her blood pressure and inserts an IV. I lift up her shirt to put the leads to the heart monitor on. That is when I notice she has a huge scar on the left side of her chest. Most likely from a surgery and a small round one near her left breast. It would be nice to know her medical history. Seth also noticed them. The pharmacist says he knows what the scar is from on her left side it's from her emergency heart surgery, wow. I ask him about her little scar since he seems to know the answers, he says it is from a bullet tearing through her chest, she was shot a few years ago. Wow this is from a shooting. It's quite obvious Kate has had severe chest trauma in the past. Phineas mentions the medication Kate takes. I administer some other meds into her IV and before I can ask more questions about her previous shooting he says it was a funeral.

Andros: pov no way she was shot at a funeral. Lucas asks if she showed any symptoms beforehand and if she ate or drank anything I say not that I know of. I tell Lucas that Anna gave everyone a piece of gum but that was it.

Police officer Seth: pov Kate is breathing better and her vitals are doing better. I decided to ride with Kate to the ER. Wordy is going to ride with Tina and the baby in the other ambulance. The other officers are taking Danny to jail and Letting the hostages go. The medics are monitoring her vitals very closely. I grab her phone from the box so I can call her family. In the ambulance the defibrillator paddles are on her chest in case of emergency. She is starting to come too. Lanie and Castle are the top 2 then Ryan and Esposito. I can hear Kate say muffled by the oxygen mask to call Lanie, which I do. To be continued. ……..

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Shall I Count the Ways: XXXVI

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another.

A/N: From the this 50 Ways to Say I Love You list

Shall I Count the Ways Masterlist

36. “I really like your hands”

When you received the call from JJ, your heart stopped. You immediately left your place to head over to Quantico. Your entire being was bouncing with excitement and anticipation. When you got into the elevator, you were wringing your sweaty palms together.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal Spencer and his mom hugging. Diana spotted you and pulled her away from her son, gesturing to you over his shoulder.

He turns around and breaks out into a huge smile, "Y/N," he said your name in relief and pulled you into a big hug.

Your arms wrapped around his and you broke out into a sob, but a good one, "Oh, Spencer. I'm so happy you're back."

Spencer closed his eyes, relishing in your presence, your embrace, your smell, "I'm happy too."

When you pull away, Spencer thumbs away your tears, "I'm sorry. It seems I've been making you cry a lot these past months."

You shake your head, covering his hands with yours, "These are good tears now, Speedy." you let out a deep breath, "So are you going back to your place?"

He sighs, "It hasn't been released yet, so we were probably going to stay at a hotel-"You interrupt him with a snort, "Spencer, you're not staying at a hotel. You can stay at mine for the time being."

"Bubs, I can't ask-""You're not asking," you then look to Diana, "Hey, Diana, you okay staying at my place for a little bit?"

"I don't mind it at all, sweetheart." she wraps an arm around Spencer and kisses his head, "Come on, honey. It's been a long day."

Spencer softly smiles at his mom and then you and says, "Okay."

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At your place, you get Diana situated in your bedroom and Spencer in your guest room slash office. Spencer just sits on the bed, dressed in some pajamas he'd left at your place previously. You've gotten ready for bed yourself, but you go to check on Spencer.

"Hey," you say softly, "You okay?"

Spencer looks up at you with sadness in his eyes, "I'm scared to fall asleep. I'm scared that when I wake up, I'll be back in my cell again."

You walk over to Spencer and gently cup his face, "You're okay, Spencer. You're here. Your mom's here. I'm here. We're all safe. It's not a dream. You're out of there." you press a gentle kiss to his forehead and pull away slightly, "How about we watch some tv until you fall asleep? There's a lot you missed that I'm sure you'd like to catch up on."

You take his hand and pull him up and out of the room to your living room. There you have him sit on the couch, with you beside him. You pull a blanket over the both of you and turn on Netflix so he can catch up on the Doctor Who episodes he's missed.

While watching, Spencer slowly slips his hand into yours. You look to him, slightly surprised, but then you interlock your fingers with his. You give him a shy smile.

You go back to watching the show, but then Spencer murmurs, “I really like your hands.”

You look back at him, but he's not looking at you. His attention is on your hand intertwined in his and his thumb running over your hand. He continues, "It's so warm and soft. I forgot what warm and soft were. Everything in prison was so cold, hard, scratchy. I missed soft and warm things."

You pull up your interlocked hands and you kiss the back of his, "You don't have to deal with that hard, cold place ever again, Spencer. If you ever forget what something warm and soft feels like, you can always hold my hand."

"I like holding your hand," he shyly admits and you giggle with agreement, "I like you holding my hand too."

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Fever.

Back problems.

These mothafuckin'Kids.

Three days ago, my son woke up sick. He had this look* on his face. An unsettled look. He looked me dead in the eyes, and he started to gag. My eyes widened with horror. My instincts kicked in, and I did what my dad would do when I was growing up. The only sure way to know you have reached another level of parenting: held out my hands cupped together held under his chin. A vomit catch-all, if you will. Maybe it's a kid instict too. He knew* what it meant and what to do. He played and was fine throughout the day. Thank god.

The NEXT day, I developed a decent fever. I felt like my body was ran over by an 18 wheeler. "Greaaaaaaaaaaat!" I thought to myself. I laid on the couch half dead in a pool of my own sweat staring at the clock. Is 7:00 too early for bedtime? My daughter ended up puking ONCE that evening, so i figured it was a 24 hour tummy bug. No other symptoms. No more vomit. Both kids seemed fine. I prayed that I would not fall ill, and that I**wouldn't be sick. Could you imagine? Being sick AND being the mom? Being the house chore manager? Being the post-op surgery home nurse? What the hell would that* be like? Well, my dad has always told me, God must have a sense of humor based on my life being like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm....and it was a god awful sense of humor, if that.

Yesterday, I was swiffer wet jetting a pool of urine on the floor. I shook my head, did my usual lecture on how only an animal would pee on the floor. How grayson wasn't an animal, and how pee goes INSIDE of the toilet. Not inside his construction cement truck (boys🙄😬). I bent over, and my life flashed before my eyes. BAM. I almost collapsed to the floor. I was sweating and writhing in pain. I couldn't muster up ENOUGH inertia to walk my body forward. My knees started to buckle, and immediate panic set in. Of all times for this to happen, with my luck-- it did (cue Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song). I am damn near 30 years old, and a Swiffer wet jet mop, along with a slight twist and bend movement, put me to the fuckin' floor. Meanwhile, J-Lo who is in her 50's is pole dancing and dancing at a top performance rate for a Superbowl half-time show. And again, here I am, in the same clothes as yesterday, my body getting over a fever, AND NOW pulled my back out of place. I was angry and upset that I have disabled myself.

Of course, Grayson and the baby caught wind of my sudden lack of movement and chaos ensued. Both hanging on my feet, whining and crying and fighting each other to be held. Every second ticked by slowly, as I completely winced and cursed in pain. I huddle by the cat tree. I try to stand and lean onto it and realized..I needed help. But who could help? How?

My husband was at work. Barely 2 weeks post-op from his shoulder replacement. I broke down in tears. My husband has just now been able to shower by himself. He's still in a sling and has very limited movement. What the hell am I going to do? With different parts of our bodies being out of commission, how* could we do this? I reluctantly called him. In tears, I waited 45 minutes before he got to the house. Before he arrived, with a little help from my Grayson, I was able to dress the baby. Grayson picked his clothes out, and got ready all by himself (I was shook). I waddle slowly to my bedroom and grab some socks and my Nike's. Grayson hauled ass into my room like always (because there isba child lock and it's forbidden) kneeled down and helped me put on my socks and shoes. I told him my back was hurting and he told me, "Don't worry mom. I'll fix it!" He lifted my shirt gently, and started to scratch my lower back. The tears were welling up. He got the baby clothes from her drawer (after one attempt), and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to her as I changed her. I was overwhelmed with many emotions. I was in that moment, proud of Will and I's parenting and how my sweet and sour child, was being sweet and helpful to me.

Will arrives. He's stressed. I'm stressed. I keep apologizing over and over to him. I shove fruit snacks in my jacket. Will raises his voice at me to stop trying to put Grayson into his car seat. We are both frustrated. We are both not feeling it. I get to urgent care and wait for the doctor. He comes in after 10 minutes and says, "Oh? Are you striking a pose for a photo?" My hip is out and I'm leaning against the wall. I laughed. I explained what happened. He felt my hips and lower back. "Oh. Wow......you have HUGE knots all over the place...no wonder!" I held back tears. Then. This man turns to me and has THEE AUDACITY TO ASK ME** "Do you need a doctor's note for work?" I cracked a smile, but also wanted to strangle him right then and there. I explained my husband is two weeks post-op from shoulder replacement surgery, and that I have a 10 month old and a 3 year old at home, and all three are waiting in the car for me. He smiled and said, "I'd reccomend taking it easy, but that's not realistic is it?" He gave me a toradol shot, steroids for the inflammed muscles, muscle relaxers and T3. My anxiety sky-rocketed. I knew how Toradol made me tired. I knew how muscle relaxers obviously*** relax your muscles. T3 makes me groggy. How the fuck am I supposed to function on these AND take care of the kids?

So long gone are the days of being injured or sick and being able to sleep or "relax". So long gone are the days when no one else depended on you to be a fully functional adult during times of illness or injury.

My husband told me to go nap and relax my back. Though I was irriated by having to listen, and fight back the internal urge to pick up the toys on the ground, I obliged. Thinking back to a few months ago, my husband's sciatic caused him to be down and out from work for three days. I sat up in bed thinking of this. No offense to my husband; he works extremely hard and allows me the luxury of staying home with the kids. However, in this moment, I realized I wasn't able to experience the same "luxury" of taking three days off. Being a stay at home mom means, no days off. When youre sick, the world doesn't stop. Your toddlers certainly don't stop. So you, as the mom and house-manager, trudge through it. Because there is no other option or reason. Some are lucky to have family nearby that can cushion some of this blow. But unfortunately, that's not the case here. Instead, I facetimed my mom and cried to her, asking her to tell Grayson to be good for me. It worked (for a while).

I hate sometimes that these types of "problems" often come across as "complaining," but to me, just shows that a Mother's job never ends. We don't get to clock in, and clock out. We don't get paid lunch breaks. Often times I eat standing up, and pee with a rather curious audience (like when Grayson handed me toilet paper and told me to wipe my gina and did a horrendous digging motion with his hands). I don't get uninterrupted breaks. I don't physically see a paycheck deposited into my account.

This morning I woke up and before I got out of bed, I said a little prayer about being able to walk today. Thankfully, I can walk (at least). I made coffee, and waited for the monsters to wake up. I cooked them eggs and toast. I bribed grayson with a fruit snack to help get his sisters walker, and I slowly slowly lifted her in it. Getting her in and out of the crib has been a challenge. Babies want to be held and carried, and do not understand why* their mother isn't picking them up (torture).

I am realizing women are strong. Though I physically feel decrepid, I am appreciative of what women endure on a daily basis. Whether you work or stay home, being a mother is a 24/7 job that often goes without praise or recognition. Instead of binge watching Mad Men, or The Office (for the 56th time) posted up chillin' on meds, I am watching Paw Patrol while my kids nag and cry at my feet. "You should be THANKFUL. YOU HAVE THE BEST JOB IN THE ENTIRE WORLD....and an IMPORTANT ONE IF THAT." Well, Karen. Yes. Yes I do. I am "blessed" and "cursed" by this experience. I am** thankful. However, I am a human being. I am allowed to scowl and huff to myself, "this isn't fair!" While wanting to break down into tears. How dare I feel so selfish?

I am allowed to have bad days. Being a mom doesn't mean I am some bionic robot (though some days it definitely feels like it)

So here I am standing, slouched over the counter trying to rub a tennis ball into my lower back while my toddler screams, "THAT'S MY BAAAAAALLLLLLL MOM." All while my daughter also starts to scream (because her brother is screaming) I can't do anything but count to 10.

"Being a mom means having to choose between eating, showering, or sleeping. You can't do all three in one day" -unknown

Hug a mom, grandma or aunt today [or anyone that has raised you] and give yourself a pat on the back for being a bad ass super mom.