#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?"

[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.

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

⇢ tw: just very short, very short but very fluffy.

“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.

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.

y/n has posted

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so proud of you mi carlitos ❤️‍🩹🎉

tagged carlossainz55

carlossainz55: i love you mi amor ❤️

y/n: love you too 💘

landonorris: why there isn't a pic of me too??? i though i was your son 😔

y/n: you'll be in my next photo dump 💋

[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

[jacebeleren]

ok i posted this on twitter so i might as well post it here too

THE THING IS, HALF-GORGONS ALREADY EXIST ON RAVNICA. There is art that depicts half-human and half-elf gorgons. Note the skin + ears!

If Jace & Vraska are struggling with infertility / unable to get pregnant, it's not because a human and a gorgon can't make a baby.

Full-blooded gorgons like Vraska and the Sisters of Stone Death have green skin + do not have external ears.

ALSO INTERESTING though is the fact that Vraska's mother was Ludmilla of the Sisters of Stone death. Vraska is a full-blooded Gorgon with a mother, but no father. Perhaps they're able to reproduce through parthenogenesis? But they can also hybridize with other species, as demonstrated.

Personally, it's always been my headcanon that Ravnican gorgons are similar to the Asari from Mass Effect: a monosex species that can reproduce both sexually and asexually. And like the Asari, Ravnican Gorgons are not all women and aren't quite "biologically female" in the human understanding of the term. I've always been struck by the line in the Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica D&D book saying gorgons "appear superficially similar to human women".

I think Ravnican Gorgons have a very different view of sex and gender than humans do. The are monosex; their experience of gender identity is completely separate from their bodies. Their reproductive parts are irrelevant because they all have the same thing. Ravnican Gorgons can be any gender, but I think they mostly identify as women due to millennia of cultural influence- the surrounding cultures (humans and elves) perceive them as women.

Jace and/or Vraska are infertile. Though I think the most probable reason is Phyresis / their recovery from Phyresis having side effects, as the #1 champion of trans man Jace, I think it's also because Jace has either had bottom surgery and his junk can't get Vraska pregnant, OR he hasn't had bottom surgery and he can't get pregnant by Vraska because his HRT stopped his periods.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Happy day of survival, Eddie!

Steve doesn’t leave the hospital.

He says it’s because Max’s mom can’t be reached and he doesn’t want her to wake up alone, which is true, but that’s not the main reason.

Wayne Munson looks haunted.

His nephew has been borderline dead for hours now, and they won’t let anyone back to see him or give any updates other than he’s still alive, not dead, heart beating, blood still forcefully exiting the body through multiple wounds.

It’s not looking good.

It’s beyond touch and go.

It’s go and go. Touch and touch?

Steve doesn’t fucking know. He just knows they’ve never been here before.

And he didn’t know what to do about it.

Max was in surgery getting the bones in her legs fixed. They expected her to stabilize after surgery, but she’d have a long road ahead.

Eddie was in surgery to get internal bleeding under control so they could focus on the external bleeding. They were giving him blood as quickly as he was losing it.

Wayne had given two pints the moment he arrived, despite the doctors recommending he not give more than one since he hadn’t eaten all day.

Steve was a match, but they wouldn’t take from him because he’d suffered significant blood loss himself. No matter how much he argued, they turned him away, said they could find other donors.

He tried every time he saw a new nurse. But they must have all been warned about the ‘kid trying to kill himself via voluntary blood loss.’

So they all waited.

Wayne paced. Robin would just stare into space, then look at Steve, then the clock, then space again. Nancy was trying to manage the kids, making sure that all the parents were contacted and Dustin’s ankle was being looked at. Jonathan and Argyle had disappeared with Hopper and Joyce almost immediately, and Steve couldn’t really find it in himself to care about that.

They waited.

The kids all went to Max’s recovery room the moment they were allowed. Nancy waited outside for the parents to show up. Robin’s parents had shown up and insisted she leave with them and Steve agreed; No use waiting here when she could wait at home.

But Steve and Wayne waited.

They sat across from each other, but didn’t look at each other or talk.

Wayne watched the doors, Steve watched the clock.

Four hours is a long time to be in surgery.

Five hours is a very long time to be in surgery.

Six hours is too long to be in surgery.

At hour seven, Steve finds one of the nicer nurses from earlier to try to get any kind of update that wasn’t just ‘he’s still alive.’

“Excuse me. Is there anything new on Eddie Munson?”

“Oh, you’re still here? Sweetie, you need to get some rest!”

“I’m fine. I just need to know how Eddie’s doing.”

He could feel Wayne’s eyes on him, but he ignored them for now.

“He’s still alive. They’d let you know if he wasn’t.”

“Yes, but how much longer will they be?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“It’s been a long time.”

“It has. He had a lot of very serious injuries.”

“I know, it just.” He sighed and shook his head. “He was asking for me when they brought him back. He was awake. I didn’t think it would take this long.”

He felt a warm weight on his shoulder. He turned to see Wayne standing beside him, sad smile pointed at the nurse.

“C’mon Steve. Let’s take a little walk.”

“What if they’re done while we’re gone?”

Wayne looked at the nurse. “Just going to the cafeteria. Come find us please.”

“Can do, Mr. Munson.”

Wayne gently guided Steve out of the waiting room, down the only hall that wasn’t closed with double doors. They passed some offices, a few supply closets, and made it to the cafeteria. It was busy, a fair mix of doctors, nurses, and visitors bustling through the line to grab some dinner or lunch or midnight snack. Steve had no idea what time it was.

“How about some sandwiches? They got premade ones over there so we don’t have to wait in line.”

“Sure.”

Steve followed Wayne towards the sandwiches, surprised to find they looked decent. He pulled out his wallet and started to shuffle through the few bills he had left from their trip to War Zone when he felt Wayne’s hand on his.

“They aren’t charging right now because of the quake.”

“Oh.”

Steve put his wallet away and picked out a ham, cheese, and mustard sandwich. He wasn’t really hungry, but he knew Wayne wasn’t going to let him leave if he didn’t try.

They sat down at a table in the far corner, no one at the surrounding tables despite the crowd hovering at the entrance.

They both took a bite of their sandwich, Steve resisting the nausea building up to get something in his system.

“So.”

Steve stared at Wayne.

“Didn’t know you knew Eddie.”

“We kinda just met.”

“He’s mentioned you before.”

Steve knew his reputation, especially to people like Eddie. He may not have ever done anything directly to him, but he was around to watch it happen. He did his best not to cower from Wayne.

“I’m sure it wasn’t anything good. Look, Mr. Munson…”

“Uh uh. Let me finish.”

Steve nodded, eyes wide in fear of what Wayne would say.

“I remember him coming home one day his junior year saying there was this kid with this great hair that got all the girls. He sounded pretty jealous, but not of you.” Wayne raised his eyebrows, seeing if Steve understood. He did. “He didn’t say anything else until his second senior year. He came home with a black eye and I asked what the hell happened and he said you saved his ass from much worse. Remember that?”

The memory hit him hard.

Tommy had been stupid, like always. Eddie had been feeding into it, like always. Tommy got carried away and started pushing Eddie around. Eddie tried to walk away, Tommy refused to let him. He shoved him against the wall and threw two punches in a row at his eye before Steve was able to pull Tommy away and convince him to let Eddie go.

“I’d forgotten, but yeah.”

“He brought you up sometimes after that. About how you seemed different. But still didn’t have the courage to see for himself. Guess that changed?”

“In a way. We didn’t have much of a choice with this. I don’t know that he’d wanna be around me outside of…all of this.”

“Let’s ask him when he wakes up. I’ll make a bet with you.” Wayne smirked. Steve had no idea how he was holding it together so well. “I bet $5 he asks for you the moment he wakes up.”

“You don’t think he’ll ask for you? Or Dustin?”

“Nope. It’ll be you.”

“Alright. $5?”

“$5.”

“Deal.”

They shook on it.

Steve managed to have about half of his sandwich before giving up. He still felt nauseous especially when he saw that the clock was broken and he had no real idea for how long they were sitting in there.

Wayne didn’t comment as they made their way back to the waiting area, just followed behind him, slight limp present from sitting in hospital chairs for too long.

They were only sitting down for about ten minutes when a nurse came over to Wayne. She looked like she had bad news.

Steve walked over to listen in.

“He may not wake up. He’s stable, but his status could change quickly. You can see him if you’d like, but be prepared for a lot of machines keeping him alive. He has a lot of stitches.”

“He’s alive?”

Steve hadn’t meant to speak, but couldn’t help the relief flooding out of him.

Wayne nodded at him, tears shining in his eyes.

“He’s alive.”

Steve repeated so he could believe it.

He’d spent the last 12 hours trying to convince himself Eddie couldn’t die, but now he had to convince himself he was alive.

“I’ll wait here, Mr. Munson.”

Despite the fact his brain and body were trying to force him to go see for himself that Eddie was alive, he knew Wayne needed to go first.

“Nonsense. You’re coming with me. The boy’s got two hands to hold, don’t he?”

Steve blushed, but nodded.

They followed the nurse through the doors Steve had been so convinced were locked, but had really just been closed. She walked them down a hall, then turned right down another hall, and left down a hall that was much darker, but had more doctors bustling around.

She stopped outside of room 327, turning to both of them.

“Visiting hours are technically over, but they’re giving you permission to stay. It helps patients to have company even when in a coma.”

Steve and Wayne nodded and thanked her before walking through the doorway.

She’d been right to warn them; machinery was hooked up to almost all available skin. He had one IV on his right hand that connected to a liquid bag to keep him hydrated, and one on his left hand for another blood transfusion. More tubes were coming out of various places, and he had an oxygen mask on his face instead of just the usual cannulas Steve had seen before.

“Oh, Eds.”

Wayne pulled the chair to by the door over to his bed and sat down, gently touching his fingers and letting out the tears he’d probably been holding in for hours.

“You better come back to us, boy.”

Steve stood at the end of the bed, feeling like he was intruding on Wayne’s moment, but knowing saying anything or leaving would just interrupt it more.

“Grab the other chair and sit on that side, Steve.”

Who was Steve to argue?

He sat and placed his fingers on top of Eddie’s, frowning when the heart monitor started beating more rapidly.

Wayne looked over at their hands and then the heart monitor, a knowing smirk crossing his face.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

“What?”

“I thought he got over it.”

“Got over what?!”

Steve was trying not to get impatient, but Wayne wasn’t making any sense and Steve’s head hurt and he was exhausted and just wanted to rest.

“His crush on you.”

“His what?”

“St…eve?”

Steve’s head turned to Eddie so quickly, he practically gave himself whiplash.

“Eddie?!”

He didn’t want to remove the oxygen mask, but he wanted so badly to see the full smile he knew Eddie was giving him.

“We win?”

His voice was barely audible, but Steve could make out the gist of it.

“Yeah, babe. We won.”

“Wayne?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“Did…he…just say…babe?”

Wayne snorted. “He did.”

“‘M high.”

Steve squeezed his fingers gently, and then leaned over to kiss his forehead.

“Go back to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“‘Kay. Luh you bo’.”

“Love ya, kid.”

Steve remained quiet, but looked up at Wayne after he was sure Eddie was actually back asleep.

“You know, I got to know him a lot better over the last few days. They say you don’t really know someone until you’ve seen them at their worst.” Steve shrugged. “I think we saw each others worst at different times and still managed to be here. That’s gotta mean something, right?”

Wayne reached a hand over and covered his and Eddie’s fingers.

“Yeah, kid. I think it means somethin’ pretty important.”

When Eddie woke up the next day, he was lucid enough to remove his own oxygen mask and start whisper yelling about his throat being dry.

Wayne shook his head and said he needed some fresh air, but he knew that was just to give Steve some privacy.

“I got you some water. Doctor says small sips and you can only have a few at a time.”

“Doc can…suck my…dick.”

“I’d rather he didn’t.”

“Why? Jealous?”

Steve had no control here. He wasn’t used to it.

“Yeah, actually.”

Eddie’s eyes searched his face for any sign of teasing, but found none. Of course he wouldn’t. Steve had spent the last 24 hours figuring out he was kind of halfway in love with Eddie already.

Robin was gonna lose her shit.

“When…can…I leave?”

“Not any time soon. You’ve got a lot of healing to do.”

“But…”

“Nope. Put your oxygen back on before they come yell at you.”

He groaned, but did as Steve asked.

He fell asleep minutes later, Steve’s fingers tracing patterns on his palm.

He wasn’t sure of many things; Eddie’s name still had to be officially cleared, the kids still had to visit, and Eddie had to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. But he knew that he was where he was supposed to be. With Eddie.

Part 2

[futurebird]

Right to Repair Therapy

For me, right to to repair isn't just about ewaste, and preventing corporate gouging.

It's about mental health. Being able to fix your gadgets is therapeutic. Empowering. Good for the soul.

Today I fixed my expensive bluetooth earbuds. Their batteries couldn't hold a charge for a full hour. (Turns out this was due to a botched firmware update and totally Sony's fault!)

This is the guide I used:

We tried a course of new firmware but the patients continued to deteriorate (as the specialist predicted.) Surgical intervention was unavoidable. The patients are currently convalescing in the charging dock. The procedure was smooth and they will only have minor scars, but a full recovery cannot be guaranteed until they reach full power and take one last course of software updates.

Surgery was successful. The seams won’t be the same ever. But it’s only noticeable if I look for it.

In a world full of complex technology it's easy to feel small and helpless. And maybe I'm too much of an idealist, but I think that if everyone could experience the joy of fixing or modifying a gadget now and then we'd all be a little more open minded, a little more daring. A little harder to push around.