#surgery recovery guide

[cocoonhospital]

Recover Right: Dos and Don’ts After Laparoscopic Surgery

Recovering After Laparoscopic Surgery: Dos and Don'ts

Everyone's experience with laparoscopic surgery can differ, affected by factors like the procedure's complexity, the length of the surgery, and individual responses to pain. While laparoscopy is known for being minimally invasive, proper post-operative care is essential for a smooth recovery. If you've recently undergone gynecologic laparoscopic surgery, this guide will provide you with key do's and don'ts to help you navigate your recovery journey.

Dos After Laparoscopic Surgery

1. Follow Your Doctor’s Instructions After your surgery, your gynecologist will provide detailed care instructions. Adhering to these guidelines is vital for a successful recovery. Don’t hesitate to ask questions if anything is unclear.

2. Take It Slow Even though the procedure is minimally invasive, it still affects your body. Allow yourself adequate time to rest and recover. Your doctor may recommend taking a few days off work and avoiding strenuous activities until you’re fully healed.

3. Stay Hydrated Hydration is essential post-surgery. Drinking plenty of fluids helps prevent constipation, a common side effect of pain medications. Aim to consume water and electrolyte drinks throughout the day to stay energized.

4. Gradually Increase Physical Activity While you should avoid heavy lifting, gentle movements are beneficial. Start with light walking, which can help prevent blood clots and promote healing. Your doctor may suggest specific exercises to aid in your recovery.

5. Eat Nutritious Meals A balanced diet supports healing. Focus on high-protein foods, including lean meats, fish, eggs, fruits, vegetables, and nuts. Limit foods high in fat, sugar, and salt, as they can hinder your recovery.

6. Keep Incisions Clean and Dry Maintaining cleanliness in your incision areas is crucial to prevent infection. Follow the care instructions provided by your healthcare team to keep these areas safe.

Don’ts After Laparoscopic Surgery 1. Avoid Lifting Heavy Objects Refrain from lifting anything heavy, as this can strain your incision and delay healing. Your doctor will likely advise against lifting items over 10 pounds for several weeks.

2. Don’t Smoke or Use Tobacco Products Smoking can impede healing and increase complications. Nicotine narrows blood vessels and reduces oxygen flow to tissues, which is detrimental post-surgery.

3. Don’t Skip Follow-Up Appointments Follow-up visits are essential for monitoring your recovery and addressing any potential complications. Attend all scheduled appointments and communicate any concerns to your doctor.

4. Monitor for Signs of Infection Stay vigilant for symptoms of infection, such as redness, swelling, or unusual discharge at the incision sites. If you notice any of these signs, consult your healthcare provider immediately.

Takeaway Laparoscopic surgery offers numerous benefits over traditional methods, but proper post-operative care is essential. Follow your doctor’s guidelines, stay hydrated, eat well, avoid heavy lifting, and maintain cleanliness in your incision areas. If you notice any complications, seek advice from our experts at Cocoon Hospital, one of the top maternity hospitals in Jaipur.

[whoreishghost]

ik i have no right to be annoyed by this bc a my flat mate is actually pretty decent and i like them and b i havent actually said hey could you be more mindful of this it bothers me but i HATE that i created this great system for the kitchen and got supplies for it and organise it frequently into this system and my flatmate just. doesnt care? doesnt notice? idk but its So Annoying!! like please the knives Have A Special Place!!! no that is a tupperware drawer not a baking drawer also like theyre terrible at dishes and i often have to redo theirs bc the plates are still dirty and they never wipe down surfaces :(

[hope--fully]

My family are redheads and if you know 1 fact about redheads it is that we require more anaesthesia to go under or to freeze effectively. For some reason doctors rarely account for this in advance. My mom had a hysterectomy. She was like “uh, guys? I don’t think I���m actually frozen?” “It’ll hit any second now.” “Uhhh no, I can still feel everything. You’re putting a catheter in, right?” “… yes but you should be asleep any second now. We’ll give you a lil more.” “Ok you’re iodizing me up now PLEASE actually knock me out before the knife touches me!” Finally the anesthesiologist stopped thinking he knew better and started really dosing her up. But with the amount it took to finally knock her out… it was too much, so then she didn’t wake up until 2 hours after she was supposed to, and they didn’t come to update my dad in the waiting room. So like any good man with an anxiety disorder he sat there going “this is it. I have lost the love of my life and they haven’t decided to tell me yet. I will be a single father. How will I raise the children and manage my work to support them at the same time alone? This is the end.” And THEN the anesthesiologist came out all sheepish and was like “sooo… we’re having trouble waking her up.” Which of course fit my dad’s internal narrative too well and he was close to fainting with a dramatic hand across his brow when the recovery nurse popped her head out and was like “she’s awake. She’s pissed at you for messing up her dosage twice but she’s awake.”

[mdbariatrics]

Discover essential tips on what to eat and drink after gastrointestinal surgery to aid in recovery with our guide, What to Eat and Drink After GI Surgery: A Recovery Guide. Learn about the best dietary choices, hydration tips, and foods to avoid, ensuring a smooth and healthy healing process. This guide is a valuable resource for anyone looking to optimize their post-surgery diet.

[bestcardiacsurgeoninmumbai]

https://drvishalkhullar.com/bypass-surgery-recovery/

The Ultimate Guide To Bypass Surgery Recovery & Aftercare

A major medical procedure such as heart bypass surgery throws up many questions in patients’ minds. Apart from the surgery, they usually worry about whether they can lead normal lives after the procedure. The good news is that those who undergo a successful heart bypass and pass the first month without complications have a survival rate similar to the normal populace. The recovery period varies depending on the type of surgery, the patient’s age, and general health condition. The heart bypass surgery recovery time is generally 3 to 4 weeks and patients can resume their normal activities after a month. It’s essential to make suitable lifestyle changes and take the medicines as prescribed to aid faster recovery. Let’s now explore and demystify the topic to let you know everything about heart bypass recovery and aftercare. A] 5 Crucial Steps To Ensure A Successfully & SpeedyRecovery After Bypass Surgery

Follow Medical Team’s Advice Your medical team will know your health condition better than any other person. It is important that you follow all the instructions ‘to the T’ to prevent any mishap while you are on the road to recovery. Please continue your heart, BP, diabetes, or any other medications. Do not stop them without consulting your doctors. Please feel free to reach out to them for any other health-related queries. Follow-up visits are scheduled after bypass surgery to check the patient’s heart condition and other vital health parameters. Ensure that you never miss or postpone any of these appointments. Check out the guide for bypass surgery to get a comprehensive view.

Incorporate Physical Rehabilitations Physical therapy and exercises are essential to regain your strength and facilitate faster recovery after bypass surgery. A structured cardiac rehabilitation program is beneficial to improve the functioning of your heart and lower the risk of post-surgery health complications. Several low-impact exercises are recommended by medical professionals to strengthen your heart and enhance its ability to process oxygen. This includes walking, jogging, cycling, climbing stairs, and some light strength training. The ideal frequency of exercising is five times a week. Every session can have a warm-up of 10 minutes, a workout for 15-20 minutes, and a cool-down for 10 minutes.

READ MORE….Best Cardiac Surgeon in Mumbai - Dr. Vishal Khullar

[ink-n-shadow]

Thinkin’ about Price, who’s on med leave and under strict orders not to engage in any strenuous activity, begging his controversially young wife to take pity on an old man and fuck him.

Your daughter is born nine months later. You like to joke she exists bc your husband was actually home long enough to put a baby in you.

NOW YOU GOT ME THINKIN ANON—

MEDICAL LEAVE

𝜗𝜚 the one where john's finally home long enough to get you pregnant

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john price x younger wife!reader (reader is afab) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), age gap (price is in his late 30s, reader is late 20s), mentions of surgery/recovery, john having a pain kink (need i say more?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it/get tapped), unedited as usual, bad ending

"john, the doctor had strict orders for you to—"

you're cut off mid-rant by john slotting his lips over yours, the mitts of his hands covering your cheeks and tugging your face closer to his. his tongue juts out to lick needily at the seam of your lips, the faint taste of the painkillers he had just taken still fresh on his tastebuds only to be replaced by the sweet mint of your toothpaste.

john would've kept kissing you, too, if he hadn't tried to twist his hips over to face you, making him pull away sharply and hiss out at the way the fresh sutures etched in his ribs twinged in pain.

"john—"

"m'fine," john grunts out hoarsely as he lays back down flat on his back, eyebrows pinched low in the middle of his forehead and tongue licking at the remnants of your spit on his lips. "just wanna—christ—wanna be inside ya."

and that’s how you got to your current position, sitting directly behind john’s thick and leaking cock as you lean back to rest your hands on his hairy muscled thighs—anywhere that wasn’t sutured closed or bruised from the surgery he’d undergone. from beneath furrowed brows, your soft eyes focused on the molten heat buoying in his pupils.

“i don’t wanna accidentally hurt you, john,” the end of your sentence comes out pinched in a whine as the calloused pad of his thumb begins circling your sopping clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation and instinctively rolling forward against his sensitive cock.

john uses the thumb petting at your clit to distract you from the way he manhandles you up, notching the head of his cock between your folds and holding you there for a moment. “i don’t fuckin’ care if it hurts, ‘lright? don’t wan’ you stoppin’ until i feel you cummin’ ‘round my cock four times, and i fill up this pretty fuckin’ pussy—understand me?”

and even though john’s cemented into your shared bed on his back, he keeps you all nice and obedient under his thumb, using the hand he keeps groping at your hip as a way to guide the way your movements. every so often, his sutures would twinge in just a way to send a jolt of pain up his spine—but then he would feel your gummy walls gripping his cock just a little tighter, and the pain would warp into delicious pleasure.

you, ever the good little wife you were, did exactly as john told you—only pulling off of him when your fluids were a messy mixture between my thighs and you could barely walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.

it didn’t even cross your mind when a month and a half later, you’re a mess of hormones and continuous morning sickness that threatens to knock you out from work for a couple days. john tells you it’s fine, that he’ll work some more late nights to cover your income for a couple days, but you’re determined to keep working.

only after nearly fainting at your home one morning (after john fucked you through at least 2 orgasms) did you find yourself on the doctor’s examination table, fingers nearly snapping john’s hand bones in half when he read off the positive pregnancy result.

and when your daughter is born nine months later (december 14th, by the way—a sagittarius baby), you’re curled up in the hospital bed with john holding you closely, the baby sandwiched comfortably between you two and grappling at one of his thick fingers.

“y’know how long i’ve been waiting for this?” you giggle out softly as you nose against john’s beared jaw, eyes fluttering closed and system overflowing with painkillers and endorphins. “guess you were finally home long enough to actually put a baby in me this time.”

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[saurotitan]

The Recovery Playbook

Here's a guide to feeling better when you're getting better. No prescription required.

The human body is an amazing thing; given enough time and the proper materials, it can repair massive injuries like broken bones and cuts that would seem totally irreversible to anyone looking at them. By adding modern medical technology to the mix even the kind of wounds that were a death sentence to previous generations can be healed given enough time and care. Notice that in both cases, the…

[latin5mamii]

Taking care of Jude after his shoulder surgery and trying to comfort him from the idea of not playing for 2 - 3 months, he is out of mood and angry but you know how to cheer him up (maybe a bj)😉

Gotcha😉😉 (Warnings: smut)

Jude sat on the couch, his shoulder wrapped in a sling, his face twisted with frustration. "I can't fucking believe it," he muttered, glaring at the floor. "Three months. Three whole months without playing."

You sat down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his good shoulder. "Baby, I know," you said softly. "It's really tough."

He shook his head, anger and sadness mixing in his eyes. "I just feel so useless. What am I supposed to do now?"

"You're not useless," you said firmly. "This is just a temporary setback. You’re going to come back stronger."

He let out a long sigh, clearly not convinced. "It's easy for you to say."

You leaned in closer and hugged him, your voice soothing. "Baby, let's try to focus on other things for now. How about we watch your favorite movie or play a game? Something to get your mind off of it."

He looked at you, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Yeah, maybe."

You kissed his cheek, hoping to bring a bit of comfort. As you held him, an idea came to you. You pulled back slightly and gave him a reassuring smile. "You know what? I think I know something that might help take your mind off things even more."

Curiosity flickered in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Without another word, you gently guided him back against the couch, your hands moving with purpose and tenderness. You kissed him softly, your lips brushing against his in a tender, lingering way. His frustration seemed to melt a little under your touch, replaced by curiosity and something warmer.

Slowly, you moved down, kissing his neck and trailing your lips over his chest, careful to avoid his injured shoulder. His breathing grew heavier, and you could see the tension beginning to ease from his body.

As you continued, you felt his hand gently rest on the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. You took your time, wanting to bring him comfort and pleasure, to help him forget his worries, even if just for a little while.

When you reached his waist, you looked up at him, his eyes locking onto yours. "Relax, baby," you whispered. "Let me take care of you."

He smirked slightly, a hint of mischief returning. "You know just how to make me feel better, don’t you?"

You smiled back, feeling encouraged by his playful tone. Gently, you unbuttoned his pants and eased them down, being mindful of his injury. You took him into your mouth slowly, wanting to savor the moment and make it last. His breath hitched, and you felt his body relax further, his fingers tightening in your hair as he let out a soft moan.

"Yeah, just like that," he murmured, his voice husky. "You're so good at this."

You continued, using your hands and mouth to bring him pleasure, feeling his tension and frustration melting away with each passing moment. His breathing grew more ragged, and you could tell he was getting lost in the sensation, forgetting about the pain and the months of recovery ahead.

"God, you feel amazing," he groaned. "Don't stop."

As you brought him closer to the edge, his moans grew louder, and you could feel him trembling. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he found his release, his body relaxing completely against the couch.

You moved back up to sit beside him, wiping your mouth and smiling softly. "Feeling a little better now?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"How could I not?"

[raekensluver]

omg fluff and taking care of luigi’s back pain 😍

i would give up anything to help lu with his back pain. also this is written as post-op to his spinal fusion surgery.

contains: fluff!, talks of back pain

luigi mangione x fem!reader

"hey, lu," you called out as you kicked off your shoes in the hallway. the sound of your voice echoed through the quiet apartment, the only reply being the distant hum of the fridge.

you pushed open the bedroom door to find luigi sprawled on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows. his eyes were closed, and his face contorted in a grimace that spoke volumes about his pain. the room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh afternoon light. the air had the scent of mint and eucalyptus, a testament to the pain relief balm you'd rubbed into his back earlier that day. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern as you took in the sight of him, his normally robust form seemingly diminished by the invisible weight of his discomfort.

his breathing was shallow, and the soft, erratic rhythm of it suggested that he was trying to find a position that wouldn't exacerbate his pain. you approached the bed with gentle steps, not wanting to disturb him further. when you reached his side, you laid your hand gently on his forehead, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin. his eyes fluttered open, revealing the depth of his suffering in their glazed depths. "hey, baby," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the tension clenched in his throat.

you offered a soft smile, one that didn't quite reach your eyes. "how's the back today?" you asked, already knowing the answer. lu's pain was a silent, ever-present third wheel in your relationship, a constant reminder of the delicate dance you both had to perform around his limitations. he nodded slightly, grimacing as he did so. "about the same," he said, his voice tight.

you reached for the bottle of painkillers on the nightstand, the plastic cap making a faint click as you twisted it open. you shook out a few pills into your palm, the white tablets stark against the warmth of your skin. "here, take these," you said, holding them out to him. your hand was steady, but your heart felt anything but as you watched him sit up with a grunt and swallow the pills with a sip of water from the glass you'd left for him. the sight of him in pain never got easier, but you'd learned to hide your fear, to be the rock he could lean on when his body betrayed him.

once the pills were down, you began the meticulous process of rearranging the pillows, trying to find the perfect combination to provide him some relief. luigi winced as you moved him, his body taut with tension, but he didn't protest, trusting your gentle touch to guide him to a more comfortable position. you knew every inch of his spine, the knots and curves that caused him the most discomfort. it was a map you'd memorized over the years, a landscape of pain you wished you could smooth away with the stroke of a finger.

you'd been there through the surgery, holding his hand as the anesthesia took hold, promising that everything would be okay. the days that followed had been a blur of hospital visits, physical therapy, and a slow, painful recovery. the incision was still healing, a stark line of pink against the tan of his skin, a stark reminder of the metal now fusing his vertebrae together. you'd read every article, talked to every doctor, and watched every video you could find on post-op care, determined to be the best partner possible as he navigated the treacherous terrain of his new reality.

now, as you settled into the bed beside him, the soft fabric of your lounge pants whispering against the freshly laundered sheets, you felt the weight of the day melt away. you cuddled into him softly, careful not to jostle his back, and laid your head in his lap. luigi's hand found its way to your hair, his fingers carding through the strands with a gentle rhythm that soothed you almost as much as it did him. his touch was warm, the calluses from years of hard work a comforting contrast to the softness of the pillow beneath your cheek.

his breathing began to even out as the painkillers took hold, the tension in his body slowly seeping away like sand through an hourglass. you watched him, the rise and fall of his chest a hypnotic metronome that lulled you into a peaceful stillness. the room was quiet, the only sound the muffled beeping of the clock on the bedside table and the occasional sigh of relief from luigi's lips.

"lu," you murmured, your voice a soft caress in the quiet. his eyes, still heavy with pain and medication, searched your face. "i love you," you said, your voice strong and clear. "i'm here for you, no matter what."

his hand stilled in your hair, the gesture filled with a sudden intensity that seemed to charge the very air between you. his thumb brushed the sensitive skin of your forehead, a gentle, loving touch that spoke of his own unspoken words. "i love you too," he whispered back, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. the room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of your love a tangible force that surrounded you both.

[mapiforpresident]

number 20 alexia putellas teen reader????

I can do it

Alexia x little sister reader

summary: waking up from acl surgery and Alexia being there for you and taking care of you.

~~~

The bright afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the small hospital room where you lay groggy and disoriented. It had been a mixture of sadness and pain since your ACL injury during an intense match against Real Madrid. You had felt your knee buckle as you tried to get around a defender and instantly knew you had the same injury your sister had just recovered from and that every footballer feared.

You were 21 and had been playing with the Barca first team since you were 16. Your mom, Eli, and Alba were out of town, leaving your older sister Alexia to take care of you. She was quiet and reserved, but also fiercely protective of you. Despite her usually stoic demeanor, you knew she cared deeply for you and would help with your recovery as best as she could, even if you knew she would be a little overbearing at times.

~~~

As you tried to blink and get your eyes to focus, the silhouette of Alexia came into view. She was sitting in a chair by your bedside, her hair down, wearing a barca sweatshirt. Her eyes showed a mixture of relief and concern.

“Hey, you’re awake,” she said, her voice soft trying not to startle you.

“Alexia?” you croaked, your throat dry. "water please."

"of course, of course, here use the straw," she said as she scrambled to find the cup of water the nurses left for you and held it steady as you took a few sips. The cool liquid soothed your throat, and you could see her visibly relax as you drank.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort.

“Like my leg got ran over by a truck,” you said as you tried to chuckle but ended up coughing.

~~~

Over the next couple of days you stayed at Alexia's flat and she made it her mission that you didn't move an inch, even after the doctor told you to start walking on your crutches and start adding some more movement into your routine.

On the fifth night at her flat, you got up off the couch using your crutches and started walking to the kitchen to get a snack haven not eaten in couple hours.

Alexia was sitting at the table working on something on her computer, when she noticed you hobbling into the room.

"Hey, what are you doing. You should be resting. You could have called me I can get you anything you need. What were you getting water, food. Go sit down i'll get it for you," she rambled as she shot up walking over to you and trying to guide you back to the couch.

"Alexia if you try to make me sit one more time I will leave and go to Mapi and Ingrid's, the doctor told me to move around more and I am going crazy just sitting on the couch. I am just getting a snack and then I will go sit back down and put my leg up as the doctor instructed."

Alexia’s expression shifted, a hint of defensiveness creeping in. She knew how bad the injury could be mentally and knew you weren't actually mad at her. She also thought that she was doing the right thing and helping you by doing everything for you. “I’m just trying to help you, Y/n. You need to focus on healing, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I get that, but it’s a bit much sometimes, I feel like I can't even stretch or you tell me I'm overdoing it,” you replied, frustration bubbling up. “I’m not a child, Alexia.”

Her face fell slightly, and she crossed her arms, hurt evident in her eyes. “I’m just trying to care for you the best way I know how.”

“Yeah, but can’t you see I need some normalcy? Just a little bit of independence?” you snapped, your voice sharper than intended.

“I’m sorry if I’m being overbearing,” she said quietly, standing up from her chair. “I’ll give you some space.”

“Wait—”

But she was already gone, the front door clicking shut behind her. You lay back down on the couch against the pillows, anger and guilt swirling inside you. You felt bad for snapping, but the feeling of being smothered was hard to shake. You wanted her support, but you also wanted to feel like yourself again.

After a about an hour of silence, the door creaked open, and Mapi stepped in, her warm smile lighting up the room. “Hey, how’s my favorite patient?” she asked, her cheerful tone cutting through the tension.

“Just dealing with miss overbearing again,” you admitted, attempting to keep your voice light.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. “Alexia being too protective again?”

“More like too much of everything,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the pillows. “I know she means well, but it’s like she thinks I can’t handle anything on my own.”

Mapi nodded knowingly. “I get it. She can be a bit… intense. But you have to understand, she’s worried about you. It’s not easy for her to watch you go through this, especially when she knows how hard it can be.”

“I know she cares, but I’m 21. I need some independence. It’s frustrating,” you said, frustration leaking into your voice.

“Believe me, I understand. I’ve been there with my own family,” Mapi said, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “But Alexia is just trying to cope with the situation in her own way. She’s always been your protector, since the day you were born.”

“Yeah, but it feels more like a cage sometimes,” you confessed, your voice softening.

Mapi smiled gently. “It’s a tough balance for her. Just give her a little time. She’ll come back around. Maybe a little chat about how you feel might help.”

You nodded, appreciating her insight. “Thanks, Maps. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime,” she replied. “You’re going to get through this. Just remember to take it one step at a time. And when you’re up and walking again, we’ll go out and celebrate.”

You chuckled, picturing yourself hanging out with all your teammates again. “That sounds like a plan.”

Just then, the door opened again, and Alexia stepped back in, looking a bit sheepish and like she had gone on a run. “Can I come in?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” you replied, your heart softening at the sight of her.

“I’m sorry for how I reacted,” she began, her voice sincere. “I didn’t mean to crowd you. I just want to help, but I realize I might have gone overboard and we should both listen to what your doctor says first and foremost.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry too. I know you care, but I need to feel like I’m still me, even in recovery.”

Alexia nodded, relief washing over her features. “I understand. I’ll try to give you more space. Just know I’m here whenever you need me.”

“Deal,” you said, a smile breaking through the tension.

Mapi stood up, sensing the moment was right for her to leave. “I’ll let you two talk some more. I have to get home anyways Ingrid is making my favorite dinner,” she said, giving you both a smile and a hug before she walked toward the door.

Once Mapi was gone, you turned to Alexia. “I love you so much and I know you are just trying to help me. I'll let you know if I need help for any reason and how about when I need to get up i'll let you know so you can be nearby in case I need help.”

“That sounds good,” she replied, her eyes brightening at the compromise.

With the air cleared, you both relaxed a lot more , Alexia only helping you after you tried something first or with stuff the doctor told you you couldn't do.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hey friend!

I've just had surgery and I'm in for at least 4-6 weeks of recovery time. Any chance I could request a Loki comfort fic? I could really use some fluff 🥲🥺

Hey love! Sending you all the cuddles on your recovery. You're doing amazing! Here's a little something - I hope it helps❤️

Soft Kisses

You woke to the tinkle of a piano. Some song you’d heard, but couldn’t have named—even if you weren’t on the strongest painkillers you’d ever had. Squinting against the light, you lifted your head from the sofa where you’d fallen asleep. “Oki?” Loki turned, fingers moving over the keys like liquid. A gentle smile spread on his lips as he tapered the music to a perfect end. “Hello my love,” he said, pushing the stool back with a soft scrape. He paced across the floor, crouching to your level and pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “How are you feeling?” “It’s not my head that’s the problem.”

His brows rose. “Bad jokes? My, my...you must be feeling better.” You shifted onto your back, biting back a grimace. A small grunt escaped and immediately Loki’s hands cushioned your neck, your shoulder. “What can I do?”

His eyes were pools of summer seas, shining with an empathy he saved only for you. You slid a hand up his cheek, savouring the smooth angle of his jaw. “Kisses?” It was a whisper. Loki smiled. “I fear it may unsettle what ails you—the doctor instructed no vigorous activity.” “Soft kisses…” Loki pretended to think it over. “Well, if you think you can restrain yourself then I suppose that might be alright.” He leant forward, his scent invading your nostrils, and the pain evaporated as his mouth pressed to yours like petals brushing grass. It worked against your lips, waxing and waning with the delicate breath of a melody. You wound an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Fingertips grazed through his hair, a small gasp trickling from your throat as something, somewhere, pulled. It hurt. “Oh, darling,” he breathed, half a chide, guiding you back to the pillow. “I hate to see you like this.” His mouth worked down your throat, every inch like sinking into a warm bath. The weight of his love was a blanket, nestling you head to toe. Loki paused on your sternum, looking up with black lashes rimming almond eyes as his chin rested on your chest. “There must be something else I can do.” You shook your head, tapping your lips still warm from his soft kisses twice. And below you, Loki smiled.

[spideysl0ve]

݁ . 𔘓 ؛ recovery

⇢ masterlist

⇢ carlos saiz x f!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, just fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: where carlos is having trouble staying still recovering from his appendix surgery so y/n helps him relax.

“carlos you’ve got to rest” you repeated again, hugging your boyfriend’s back while he was trying again to lift your little puppy. “leave ollie, you can’t pick him up now” you whispered, he groaned, he could barley walk, yet he needed to be doing stuff.

"cariño, look at that little face, i need to pick him up" he pouted like a little kid, you chuckeld softly, shaking your head and picking the puppy who started to happily lick your face.

"happy now?" you asked, he rolled his eyes, hugging you with ollie barking energetically between you two.

"i just wanna do something" he mumbled on your forehead.

"then let's do something mi amor" you whispered, putting ollie back in the ground, who chaoticly started jumping arround.

you cupped his face, caressing his cheecks softly, he sighed, placing his big hands on your hips.

"but what can we do?" he muttered, he looked like a lost puppy.

"do you wanna watch a film? or mabye we can start a new series" you asked.

he seamed to dubt a bit, but them noded, mumbling a low 'kay' before kissing your forhead.

"let's get a bit comfy, kay?" you whispered softly, caressing his hair and gently guiding him towards the bedroom.

"help me, amor please" he asked you, lifting his hands as you helped him taking of the shirt and plants, chuckeling as you caressed carefully the small scar on his stomach, he changed to his pajamas, same as you did when he assured you he didn't need more help.

between kisses, you both walked back to the sofa, carlos hugging your back while you guided him in an awkward funny way.

you both sitted there, cuddling, his face in your chest now as you played with his hair carefully, he on the other side, choosing a film to watch, softly caressing your thigh.

"y/n" carlos whispered sweetly, you hummed in response. "i love you" he whispered melting your heart.

"i love you too" you whispered back.

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just two weeks later you where kissing his him as he got off his car, he had just won the australian gp, just two weeks after his surgery.

"did i do great?" he asked as you caressed his cheecks, joining your forheads.

"you're fucking unbelievable" you chuckeld softly kissing him again. "i love you, carlos"

"i love you too" he laughed.

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Please write a John Marino smut since I miss him so much… I hope he’s fine in Utah recovering, maybe like y/n playing a nurse for him to “recover”? It’d be hilarious if he takes an extra recovery time to spend his time with his girlfriend at home🥴

Personal Nurse - John Marino

MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: sex scenes, fluff — SUMMARY: John Marino, recovering from shoulder surgery, shares an intimate moment with his devoted girlfriend, Y/N, as they reconnect physically and emotionally after weeks of tension. Their love and passion reignite, blending tenderness and fiery desire, reminding them of their bond's strength. — WORD COUNT: 3,3K

Pain is all John felt for the past few months after his shoulder surgery. His shoulder was mostly on fire, but in the last few weeks, he’s feeling less pain and feels ready to hop on the ice and play like he’s used to.

But the team’s medical staff had other ideas. “One more week, Marino,” they kept saying, like a mantra designed to test his patience. He’d spent most of his recovery pacing around his house, stretching his arm in exaggerated circles, and muttering under his breath about “wasted time.”

That’s where Y/N came in. She had taken on the unofficial role of his live-in nurse—not that she minded, really. John could be grumpy and restless, but he was also endearingly stubborn. Besides, she enjoyed the rare opportunity to fuss over him.

“You’re not skating yet,” she reminded him one morning, setting a steaming mug of coffee on the table. “And don’t give me that look. You’re still supposed to take it easy.”

John groaned, leaning back against the couch with an exaggerated pout. “I feel fine, though. Better than fine.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? You feel so fine that you don’t need your pain meds anymore? Or the physical therapy sessions I have to drag you to?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I mean… those are helpful. But come on, I’m bored out of my mind. If I don’t get back out there soon, I’m gonna lose my edge.”

“Your edge?” she teased, sitting beside him. “I thought the whole point was for you to rest and not wreck yourself again. Do you really want to deal with another six months of me bossing you around?”

John smirked, the corner of his mouth curling into that signature grin she knew too well. “I don’t know. I think I could get used to it. You’re a pretty cute nurse.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed. “Flattery won’t get you back on the ice any faster. Besides, I think you’re enjoying this whole ‘recovery’ thing more than you let on.”

He leaned closer, his good arm sneaking around her waist. “Maybe I just like having you around. Ever think of that?”

“Nice try, Marino. You’re not charming your way out of another week off.” She poked his chest gently, laughing at his exaggerated wince.

“Fine,” he sighed, resting his forehead against hers. “But only if you promise to keep me company. I’ll take extra time off if it means more mornings like this.”

Y/N smiled, her resolve softening. “Deal. But you’re still doing your stretches. No slacking.”

John huffed dramatically, sinking back into the cushions as though the weight of the world—or at least, the weight of not skating—rested entirely on his shoulders. He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, the kind that usually melted her resolve.

“You’re ruthless, you know that?” he said, shaking his head with mock defeat. “I’m out here, helpless, recovering from major surgery, and you won’t even let me slack off for one day.”

“Helpless?” Y/N snorted, crossing her arms. “You’re like a toddler on a sugar high. The only thing helpless here is the state of this house if I leave you unsupervised.”

“Wow,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me.”

“Good.” She grinned, standing and reaching for his arm. “Now, come on, Mr. Helpless. Time for your stretches.”

John groaned again but allowed her to pull him up. She guided him to the open area in the living room, where she’d already laid out a mat for his routine. Despite his grumbling, she knew he secretly appreciated the attention.

As he moved through the motions—reluctantly at first but gradually loosening up—Y/N caught herself watching him. Even in his injured state, there was something magnetic about the way he carried himself, all lean strength and understated grace. It was a shame he couldn’t see how impressive he was, even off the ice.

“You staring at me?” John’s voice broke her train of thought, and she realized too late that she’d been caught.

“No,” she lied quickly, turning her attention to the clock. “I’m just making sure you’re doing it right. Don’t want you slacking.”

“Mmhmm.” He smirked, rolling his shoulder carefully before shooting her a playful glance. “Admit it. You’re impressed.”

“By you? Not likely,” she said, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a smile.

“Oh, come on,” he pressed, stepping closer. “I see that look in your eyes. You think I’m irresistible.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, standing in front of her now. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his voice dropped just enough to send a shiver down her spine. “But you haven’t exactly been rushing out the door lately, have you?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, refusing to let him get the upper hand. “Maybe I just like bossing you around.”

His grin widened, and before she could react, he’d scooped her into his good arm, pulling her close despite her half-hearted protests.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if I’m stuck here, I guess I might as well make it worth your while.”

“John—your shoulder!” she squeaked, though her laughter betrayed her concern.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, leaning closer. “But thanks for caring, Nurse Y/N.”

Her heart raced as his lips brushed against hers, the world narrowing to just the two of them.

Y/N tried to push away, half-heartedly, but John held her firmly—just enough to make her heart skip a beat without straining his injured shoulder.

“John,” she muttered again, though her voice lacked conviction.

“Yeah?” he asked, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers, his grin widening.

“Your physical therapist is going to kill me if you hurt yourself because of… this,” she said, gesturing vaguely between them.

“I’ll tell them it was an accident,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from her face with his free hand. “Or maybe I’ll say my nurse was too good at her job. They’ll understand.”

Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” he said softly, his voice dipping into that husky tone that always made her melt.

Before she could reply, he closed the gap between them, kissing her gently at first, then with a little more intent. She let herself sink into it for a moment, her hands resting on his chest, before reality nudged her conscience.

“Okay, okay,” she said, pulling back, her cheeks flushed. “You’re supposed to be recovering, not… whatever this is.”

“Pretty sure this counts as therapy,” John argued, smirking. “Emotional support is important, right?”

“Uh-huh. And what happens when you overdo it and have to stay out another month? You’ll drive me insane.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked, leaning in again, but she put a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Yes,” she said firmly, though her smile softened the blow. “Now sit down before I have to explain to your coach why you’re still out.”

John sighed dramatically, dropping onto the couch like a petulant child. “Fine. But only because I don’t want to ruin my perfect recovery record.”

“Perfect, huh?” Y/N shot him a knowing look, grabbing a notebook from the table. “You mean the record where you complain through every stretch and refuse to follow half the instructions?”

“Hey, I’ve been improving!” he shot back, crossing his arms.

“Sure you have,” she said with a wink, flipping through the pages. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you. You’ve still got a long way to go, Mr. Marino.”

He watched her with a lopsided grin, his heart swelling despite the teasing. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready to hit the ice again, but with Y/N by his side, he was starting to think that recovery wasn’t so bad after all.

John followed her instructions as she showed him how to do the exercise to help him recover quickly. It was clear he’s absolutely annoyed by the fact he has to do this but he followed her instructions just to watch her round ass moves with so elegancy and delicacy.

“Stop staring at my ass Marino!” she sighs turning her head around to sed him a glare.

“I am not!” John raised his hands above his head, grinning like a small boy. “Or am I?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re supposed to be focusing on your form, not my… assets.”

John shrugged, the motion slightly restricted by his healing shoulder. “Can’t blame a guy for appreciating the view during such grueling recovery exercises.”

She turned fully now, hands on her hips, leveling him with a glare that only made his grin widen. “You’re impossible, Marino. Do you even want to get back on the ice?”

“Sure, I do,” he said, leaning lazily against the back of the couch. “But I’m starting to think this rehab routine has some hidden perks.” His eyes flicked pointedly downward, earning him a sharp smack on the shoulder—the good one, of course.

“Behave,” she said, though her cheeks flushed at the blatant way he was ogling her.

“Or what?” he challenged, his voice low and teasing.

“Or I’ll make you do an extra set of stretches,” she shot back, leaning in just enough to make her point. “No complaining, no shortcuts, and definitely no flirting.”

John raised an eyebrow, his grin shifting into something more devilish. “You think you’re the one in control here?”

“Obviously,” she replied with mock authority, folding her arms.

In a swift motion, John grabbed her wrist, tugging her down onto the mat beside him. She let out a surprised yelp as she landed unceremoniously, his good arm looping around her waist to keep her from escaping.

“Guess again,” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck.

“John,” she said, half-laughing, half-scolding. “You’re supposed to be-”

“Recovering, yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t multitask.”

Y/N squirmed, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but the heat radiating from his body and the way his fingers traced lazy circles on her hip made it nearly impossible.

“You’re unbelievable,” she said, her voice breathier than she intended.

“And yet, here you are,” he whispered, turning her head gently with his hand so their eyes met.

Her resolve wavered for only a moment before his lips found hers, claiming them in a kiss that was all heat and urgency. Her protests melted like snow under the sun, her fingers instinctively threading through his hair as she gave in to the moment.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she murmured against his lips, earning a chuckle that rumbled low in his chest.

“And you’re lucky I’m injured,” he teased, pulling her closer, “or I’d really show you how grateful I am.”

Her laugh was soft, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “Oh, don’t worry, Marino. When you’re fully healed, I’ll ensure you work twice as hard.”

John groaned dramatically, but the way he kissed her again told her he didn’t mind one bit.

“Twice as hard, huh?” John murmured, his voice dipping into that dangerously smooth tone that always unraveled her. His good arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Guess I’ll need you to supervise… closely.”

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but whatever clever retort she’d planned was lost as his lips trailed down her jaw, grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. Her breath hitched, fingers curling into his shirt.

“John,” she managed, though it came out more as a whisper than a warning.

“Yeah?” he asked, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat.

“This isn’t—” She sucked in a sharp breath as his teeth grazed her collarbone, sending a shiver straight through her. “—part of the rehab plan.”

“Feels therapeutic to me,” he muttered against her skin, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to rest on the small of her back. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”

Her silence was answer enough, and John smirked as he leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. “Thought so.”

She glared half-heartedly, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly swollen. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re irresistible,” he shot back without missing a beat. His hand slid higher, fingers splaying against her skin, his touch both firm and teasing. “Admit it, Y/N—you like me better when I’m a little bad.”

Her laugh was breathless, her resolve crumbling with every passing second. “You’re lucky you’re injured, Marino. Otherwise, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“Is that so?” His smirk deepened, and before she could react, he flipped their positions, pinning her gently beneath him. His weight was balanced perfectly to avoid straining his shoulder, but the dominance in his stance was undeniable.

“Careful,” she teased, her voice dropping to match his. “One wrong move and you’re stuck in rehab even longer.”

“Worth it,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that left no room for argument.

Her hands slid up his chest, tracing the lines of his toned muscles before curling around his neck. The heat between them was intoxicating, but they both missed each other.

“John,” she murmured as his lips moved to her ear, his teeth tugging lightly at the lobe.

“Mm?” he hummed, the vibration sending another wave of heat coursing through her.

“We’re supposed to be taking it slow,” she reminded him, though her voice was shaky.

He leaned back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and full of promise. “Trust me, Y/N. I’ve been holding back. You don’t want me to take it slow.”

Her heart raced as his lips claimed hers again, his hand sliding up her thigh with a confidence that sent sparks shooting through her. For a moment, all thoughts of recovery and boundaries vanished, replaced by nothing but the heat between them.

John’s lips moved against hers with a passion that made her toes curl. His good hand roamed her body, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between them. His kisses were hot and insistent, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against her lips, his voice deep and husky.

Y/N smirked, her nails dragging lightly down his chest. “Good. Someone has to keep you on your toes.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, his lips brushing over her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck. “You do that just by walking into a room.”

Her laugh dissolved into a soft gasp as his teeth grazed her skin, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after. He kissed lower, his hand slipping beneath her shirt to tease the bare skin of her back. She arched into his touch, her fingers sliding into his hair and pulling him closer.

“Off,” he muttered, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

She raised her arms, letting him pull it over her head and toss it aside. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her, drinking her in like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice almost reverent.

Her cheeks flushed under his gaze, but she didn’t have time to respond before his lips were on her again, searing and desperate. His hand slid up her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. She shivered as it fell away, his lips immediately descending to the newly exposed skin.

“John,” she gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders as his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

“Mm?” he hummed, his good hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her pants lower as he kissed his way across her chest to the other side.

“You’re so—” She broke off, a soft moan escaping her lips as his teeth grazed her skin, his hand squeezing her thigh.

“So what?” he teased, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned back just enough to slide her pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.

“So good at this,” she admitted, her cheeks burning as she met his gaze.

He grinned, his good hand tracing slow, deliberate circles on her inner thigh, getting closer to her core but never quite reaching it. “Oh, I’m just getting started, baby.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers finally slid between her legs, brushing over her most sensitive spot. He groaned softly, his eyes darkening even more as he felt how ready she was for him.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, his lips devouring hers as his fingers teased her with agonizing precision.

“John,” she whispered, her hips bucking slightly against his hand.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise as he kissed along her jawline.

“You,” she said, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

He didn’t make her wait. Carefully, he removed the last barrier between them, his sweatpants sliding off as he positioned himself above her. His eyes met hers, the intensity in his gaze making her heart race.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, his lips brushing over hers.

She smiled, her hands cupping his face. “I’ll tell you if you’re not enough.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly, he pressed into her, his good hand gripping her hip as he moved with painstaking care. The feeling of him stretching and filling her sent a shiver through her entire body, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“God, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers. “You feel incredible.”

She couldn’t form words, her body arching into his as he began to move. Every thrust was deliberate, his pace slow and steady as he focused on her reactions. Her soft moans and whispered encouragement only spurred him on, his lips finding hers again as their bodies moved together.

Her hands roamed his back, her touch gentle yet urgent as she pulled him closer. “Faster,” she murmured, her voice breathless.

“Careful,” he teased, his lips brushing over her ear. “I don’t want to overdo it.”

“John,” she said, her tone carrying a hint of frustration that made him grin.

“Anything for you,” he murmured, his pace quickening slightly. The change sent a wave of pleasure through her, her back arching as she cried out his name.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low growl as he kissed her neck, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh and hitch it higher around his waist. “Let go for me, baby.”

Her nails dug into his back, her breaths coming faster as she neared the edge. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, her entire body trembling as the tension finally snapped. The release was overwhelming, waves of pleasure washing over her as he held her tightly, his own release following moments later.

They stayed like that for a while, their breaths mingling, their bodies still intertwined. Finally, John leaned back just enough to look at her, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“You, okay?” he asked softly, his voice full of concern and love.

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently. “I’m perfect.”

“Good,” he said, grinning as he settled beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Because I think that was the best therapy session I’ve ever had.”

She laughed, resting her head on his chest. “You’re still doing stretches tomorrow.”

“Fair trade,” he murmured, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her back. “As long as you’re there to supervise.”

[woodlandwizard77]

A Step by Step Guide to Losing Your D**k

I recently wrote a series of messages to my aunt talking about all the steps I need to do to get bottom surgery, a penile inversion vaginoplasty at Mt. Sinai, in the next year or two. Its a long list. And everytime I added something she had a sort of “wow thats rough” reaction, but to me its just the to do list. So I decided to write them all out.

Start transition DONE

Most insurance companies and surgeons require you to have socially transitioned and have done HRT for at least 1 year at the time of operation

For social transition, this was March of 2024

For HRT it will be January of 2025

Get a referral to a surgeon (I am here)

In my case, Mt. Sinai in Manhattan

My Doctor referred me, but Mt. Sinai takes self referrals

Start laser hair removal

Book a consultation (I am here)

Go to laser frequently enough to satisfy surgeon

Convince Mom and Dad to help out DONE

Get 2 letters

Social Worker (1)

PCP's Office

Social Worker (2)

Mt. Sinai

Get a gender affirmation loan through the local credit union

Work two weeks so I can take in pay stubs

Get a letter from anybody (probably my HRT prescriber

Meet with representative and either open a line of credit or take out a loan

Consultation with Mt. Sinai’s team

Wait 3-6 months (I’m here)

Bring letters

My insurance only requires 2, less than Mt. Sinai thinks insurance will need, and Mt. Sinai provides 1 of them. Meaning the other is through IHS Behavioral

Schedule Social Work pre surgical consult appt

Schedule Mental Health and Medical Clearance with Registrar

Go to NYC for 1-2 nights, maybe for each, hopefully just once

Maybe also for Social Work thing

Consult with Surgeon

Wait until I’ve worked about 12 months to get short term disability

Probably summer (ASAP) and when Mom has time off

Do logistics

Book an airbnb, hotel, etc for recovery

Starting a few days after OR date and lasting a little over a month

Within a 90 minute drive of Mt. Sinai

Rural enough that Mom is comfortable to help and can go home if someone else shows up

Probably New Jersey, maybe Hudson Valley

Has at least 1, preferably 2, separate bedrooms

Has 2 beds

Has ADA accessible entry

Has a kitchen

Has a full bath, preferably and a half

Has internet and preferably a TV

Lodging for Mom + Dad/care team while I’m in OR

Probably 5-7 days

Preferably with a 1-2 day buffer period before OR date (included in the 7 day estimate) so I can enjoy the city

Either within a short walk from Mt. Sinai or on the same subway line as Mt. Sinai

RW, 1, or ACE

Someone to help me get from recovery location to Mt. Sinai while not in NYC

Develop and get list of items needed for recovery

Dilator

Pads

Gowns/loose clothing

Comfort food

Coordinate missing 8-9 weeks of work

Take care with who knows what before I leave

Inform HR, department manager, and work friends whats up

Get cleared for surgery and get an OR date

Probably a 6-12 month date from clearance

Get pre clearance testing through PCP or a lab in hometown

Go to NYC for that if need be

Week Before Surgery

No alcohol, no aspirin, NSAIDs, herbal supplements, or fish oil

Consult for other non aspirin blood thinners (which I am not on)

No alcohol for 3 weeks after as well

Tylenol/Acetaminophen is okay

Go downstate

See friends from NYC?

Bring Mom/Dad?

Do something fun in Manhattan

Get a COVID test

Take an anti-bacterial bath

Day before surgery

Breakfast before 9am

Last meal

Drink Golytely bowel solution around noon

Chemically induced diarrhea

Clear fluids only after golytely

(includes coffee, tea, water, broth, some juices)

Nothing goes in the stomach after midnight

Some medication okay with a sip of water

HRT???

Get surgery (a penile inversion vaginoplasty)

1 to 1+½ days

I’ve heard of as long as three

3-5 day hospital stay

Mom and Dad probably stay in Manhattan then

Go to recovery location

Drive with seat reclined

Stay for 4 weeks, pretty much bedridden

Go to follow ups

Dilate

Go home

Continue recovery for another 2-4 weeks at home

Follow up with PCP

Return to life

[genderqueerdykes]

hey so most guides are pretty old - do you know if there's any definitive list of varieties of top surgery incision styles, with healed results, on multiple bodies? i am looking to get that shit modded off and as a modification enthusiast i am less concerned with anatomical passing and more what the wackiest they can do is while still being efficacious and safe. i'm not thin but also don't have much fat deposition on my ribs beyond boobs, and none at all over my sternum. also any info on top surgery scarring/recovery with EDS's poor wound healing?

let me see what resources i can try to get for you!

Transbucket - A website containing information about medical transition including surgeons and reviews, before and after surgery results, cost of surgeries, and more.

TopSurgery.net - Website for locating top surgeons.

FtM Surgery Overview (Crane Center for Transgender Surgery)

Aaron is a youtuber who has hypermobile ehlers danlos and got top surgery done! if anyone else has resources for this anon, feel free to chip in!