#swelling or abscess

[radioactiveswampmonsters]

Also adventures in what the fuck is happening, took a trip to urgent care cause I figured the swelling around my injection wasn’t actually a bug bite, but! Good news, it’s not an infection or anything actually bad or dangerous either, it’s a Secret Third Thing

Either way it’s fine

[weepycat]

i thought i was finally done with waking up, going outside, and performing wound care in the cold, but... junebug is injured once again

[caremaven]

ABSCESS TOOTH SYMPTOMS: CAUSES, DIAGNOSIS, AND TREATMENT

Discover the common abcess tooth symptoms and learn how to recognize the warning signs of a dental abscess. This comprehensive article provides valuab

[buff-borf-bork]

finally got a dentist appointment! fingers crossed they deem me a medical emergency and send me to the hospital where it'll be 1: free and 2: if they do the procedure will be so extensive they'll knock me out so i wont have to worry about my massive fear of dentists 🤞🤞🤞🤞

[nogchompa]

Shot in the dark i need my tooth fixed for just $100 ...its abscessed & im just taking antibiotics 2 keep the swelling down . im supposed 2 get it pulled tomorrow but i'm short.

my vnmo is cuppydog if u feel like it. worst case scenario i dont make enough off here & ill have 2 try & reschedule, which im hesitant 2 do because the dentist is retiring. thanks if u try, thanks if u share, thanks 4 just reading i love u. xoxo

[smallishimps]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

TW MEDICAL, UNSAFE HOME LIFE (Possible mentions of abuse and neglect). Read at your own discretion.

The body has been on and off ill for nearly our entire existence. We have been chalking it up to the home environments we keep landing in.

It is actually acute Tonsillitis. We grow heavily ill once or twice, and on occasion three times, a year due to the body's tonsils swelling and abscessing. In our first home we weren't allowed to get them removed die to "cost reasons" and have suffered since.

Tonight we went to the ER and have been told to contact an ENA to discuss having them removed as this is the longest and worst we have ever been ill. Jamie has fled front at the mention of visiting a doctor. We don't know when he'll come back.

Another factor we believe is causing this, is that the household we are in makes it incredibly difficult to eat. There are no foods available on a regular basis that the body is capable of consuming; we have gone an entire two days with nothing but a snack a few times recently as the ones with the money do not listen to our requests for foods we can have.

Please keep us in mind and consider supporting us if you are stable enough to do so (DO NOT FEEL OBLIGATED) On our Ko-Fi. Any money we acquire will go to food and the savings to find a safer home environment. If you are also in a bad position, do not feel afraid to simply spread the word.

Apologies for my rambling and Well wishes to other folks.

-ASMODEUS

[grison-in-space]

Poor Matilda's abscess came back and grew somewhat dramatically between Monday (when I called the vet) and Wednesday (earliest they could squeeze her in). It started leaking bloody pus less than an hour before the actual visit. So, uh, that rocked for everyone. I've never seen a dog abscess as fast and violently as she has two or three times now*, for whatever reason always under her left eye. I'm not giving y'all a picture today because she looks like Quasimodo, if Quasimodo was also covered in hair that had recently been shaved under one eye and was also wearing a fetching rainbow e-collar. But I have some thinking out loud under the cut, because apparently this one is not as simple as I was hoping...

*Benton accidentally lanced this one, to everyone's mutual horror, two weeks ago. She did see the actual vet for it shortly afterwards but it looked fine at that point.

See, I had figured this was going to be like the e-vet visit when she had an abscess in the same place a year ago: lance it, flush it with saline, course of antibiotics. Easy.

Except a) it turns out the swelling was not a squishy sac of gross, and b) as best my vet could tell from carefully observing where the pus was coming from, it seems to be an infection of the nasolacrimal glands, which, what the fuck.

And then c) vet finds really elevated platelets in the pus smear, confusing us all even more: white blood cells make sense, but platelets doesn't. So I am waiting on a bunch of labs and uneasily cramming my dog full of antibiotics. We are checking, among other things, tick borne diseases, which is always a great time.

Did I mention I'm leaving town on Saturday? Because I'm leaving town on Saturday. Ahahaha god.

I just—what even, Tilly?! What even? Wish us luck getting to the bottom of this one...

[gayspock]

also once i called 111 about an agony and they got soooo pissy & crossy with me and wouldnt listen to me about my problems bc i took like a tablet or two more than i should have & made me wait an hour to talk with some guy abt overdosing after already putting me on to wait for hours to talk to them in the first place and then they didnt even help me anyway . boooooo

btw wrt that ibuprofen thing: yep, they only sell them in little blister packs of 16, but also we're only allowed to buy 2 packs at a time. to stock up you have to leave + return to the store in different disguises. sucks

[tswaney17]

I Do Bad Things with You - Part 46

Sorry all, the last week got a way from me. But here is the next part of IDBTWY as we count down to the finish. Can't believe we're almost there. 🥺🌸💙

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW (minor descriptions)

Word Count: 5,177

It had been a long day and it was only noon. Elain leaned against the nurse’s station, swigging from her water bottle. She already attended three surgical consultations, two patients who required stitches, one who needed theirs removed, and a laceration of an abscess.

The work wasn’t hard, but at six months pregnant, the almost five hours on her feet were putting her through it. She knew her ankles were swollen, and even with Azriel’s daily foot massages, the swelling wasn’t going anywhere until after the birth of the twins.

If she were being honest with herself, Elain was predicting her OBGYN to advise her on beginning her maternity leave early, rather than waiting till the week before her due date, which was the last thing she wanted. Elain loved her job, even if it made her sore and achy by day’s end. She wasn’t quite ready to go on leave just yet. But the swelling was concerning and she knew her blood pressure was up higher than it should be, so she was likely going to be left with no choice in the matter.

Setting her water bottle down, she grabbed the iPad, checking the charts for her next patient when she heard Fenrys calling her name. Elain glanced up to see the golden twin jogging over to her, two police officers following behind with Connall.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she made her way over to her security detail. “Fen, what’s going on?” she asked once he reached her.

“They’re here to talk to you. They have a few questions for you.”

That surprised her. Eyes widening, Elain realized one was the same man from the bank robbery nearly two years prior. And if the way he was watching her, she knew he recognized her as well. “They didn’t say what they wanted?”

Fen shook his head. “No, said it was confidential.”

She pursed her lips. “We’ll see about that.” Elain stepped around her security detail, approaching the two officers. “Hello, can I help you?”

The one she recognized stepped forward. “Miss Archeron, can we have a word in private? We have some questions to ask you.”

“It’s Mrs. Archeron-Knight, but I’m sure you knew that,” she corrected, a warning in her tone to not make that mistake again. Motioning for them to follow, she led them to the employee break area, shutting the door behind them.

Both officers looked at the two men standing behind her warily. “This may be better off in private,” the younger one said. He looked even younger than her, maybe mid-twenties if she had to guess, and most likely fresh out of the academy.  

But Elain waved off their concern. “Fenrys and Connall have signed non-disclosure agreements with my husband and are my protection detail. Whatever you have to say can be said in front of them.” A pillar of force, those two were. She could feel the intensity they radiated, dedicated to her safety as they stayed close to her backside, guarding her even if it was from the police.

The older man shrugged as if whatever he had to say to her wasn’t worth arguing about the privacy of this conversation. “What was your relationship with Elias Hewn?”

The warning bells in her head sounded and she felt both of the twins tense behind her because the question sounded more like an accusation about something else. “Excuse me?” she demanded.

“What was your relationship with Elias Hewn,” the fucker repeated like she was deaf and not in utter shock.

“There was no relationship between Elias and myself. He was my husband’s business partner, and now he’s not.”

The younger officer, wrote down her words before asking, “So, you weren’t in a physical relationship with him?”

“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Elain hissed, taking a single step forward before Fenrys’s large hand came down on her shoulder and halted her movements.

The kid looked taken aback by her hostility like he didn’t just accuse her of infidelity. “Apologies, ma’am. We’re just trying to collect all the pieces.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she snarled, growing angrier by the second. How dare they come in here asking such vile questions. Azriel would have a field day once he found out.

The elder officer crossed his arms. “Elias Hewn was found dead by a private investigator a few days ago.”

She stopped in her tracks. He was dead? That was news to her. But Elain has a sinking feeling it wasn’t news to her husband. “How did he die?” she asked instead.

“We’re still determining the cause.”

Lie. Elain could smell the lie on his tongue. They knew exactly how Elias was killed and were just seeing if she’d reveal something to them. “So, why am I being questioned?”

The older officer nodded at his protégé. “We found a connection between Elias Hewn and the teen involved in your car accident a few weeks back. A wire payment transferred through multiple offshore accounts in the amount of five hundred thousand dollars.”

Was the floor moving beneath her feet or was she swaying? Her world tilted throwing her off her axis. Words were being said but she couldn’t hear anything but muffled sounds like she was underwater. Her chest constricted; she couldn’t get in enough air. Was she suffocating?

“Elain,” Fenrys voice broke through the fog. “You need to sit down.” His careful hands guided her into a chair that Connall brought over for her, both twins fluttering around her like two fussing hens.

She was definitely swaying then. Elias paid a teen half a million dollars to kill her and Azriel. She was going to be sick. Her chest grew heavy.

The younger officer stepped forward. “Elain—”

“You do not address her like that,” Connall snapped.

His face turned red, but before he could correct himself, Elain asked, “Where is the teen now?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer to that question.

“He turned up dead a week ago,” the older one replied.

Her heart ached for the boy, not because he was innocent, but because she knew he likely had no choice and was searching for a way out. She sighed heavily, feeling her racing heart slow as she took a few careful, measured breaths. Elain turned over the information in her head, still trying to determine why, exactly, they were here asking her questions. “Why are you here?” she asked, finally looking back up at them.

A pause before the older man gave in. “I know the kind of man you married.” He said it so casually, that her temper flared. “Did he kill Elias Hewn because you were sleeping with him, or because he tried to kill you?”

Elain launched herself from her chair and sent it toppling backward from the force. “Are you asking me to incriminate my husband?”

“Are you willing to protect a murderer while maintaining your oath as a doctor?” he shot back, head cocked in a predatory way. She knew after that first conversation, he had it out for her, but more so for Azriel. He’d be recognized for his work in taking down an organization. That’s all this was for him.

But then she realized why they were here, asking her questions without Az’s presence. Because they had nothing on him and were looking for her to slip up. Elain’s lips turned up at the corner in a menacing grin, something she’d learned from watching her husband work. “You’re here because you have no evidence to back up your wild claims.” She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Let me go ahead and tell you that this conversation is over. And the next time you even dare come to question me, you will have to go through my husband’s team of lawyers first. And if that doesn’t scare you, perhaps tossing in my sister, Nesta Mazaei, will. I know the havoc she wrecks in your cases and she’ll tear you to shreds when she finds out about this.” Elain flicked her chin towards the door. “See yourselves out.”

Connall moved without her asking, flinging the door open to escort them out.

She would be eternally grateful that the Moonbeam twins had her back without question. Through the glass, her eyes found Thesan, watching as the two officers were escorted out of the employee area. His gaze caught hers and then he was moving, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Elain…is everything all right?”

No, not really. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Is it okay if I take an hour to run an errand?” she asked instead.

Her boss saw the deflection for what it was but let it slide. “Of course. I’ll have the residents come down for consultations. Take whatever time you need.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, she was riding up the elevator at Knight Securities to her husband’s private floor, the doors pinging open to announce her arrival. Like a woman on a mission, she strode—okay, she waddled with a purpose—into the lobby area.

“Elain!” Nuala started. “What are you—”

“Is he in his office?” she interrupted, storming past the reception desk.

“Er, yes.”

“In a meeting?”

Keyboard clicks, then, “No. Nothing scheduled till this afternoon.”

She was entering the hallway that led to his closed doors. “Good. Block his calendar for the next hour and ensure nobody enters this floor.” That was all she got through before swinging open the heavy oak door to his office.

Azriel looked up from his desk, surprise dawning on his face. “Elain, love. What are you—”

“Did you kill Elias?” she demanded, stopping in the middle of the room across from his desk and crossing her arms over her heavy breasts.

His mouth dropped open before he caught himself, leaning back in his seat to steeple his fingers. “Yes.”

He said it so casually that she saw red. “What the fuck, Azriel? How could you be so careless?”

Despite her attitude, he kept his composure calm. Azriel never dared to raise his voice at her no matter how mad she got over something. “Careless? No, love. Killing him wasn’t careless. Letting him live after what he did to you, to us, was careless. I should’ve gutted him when our merger ended but I didn’t and look what happened. He went after you. He tried to kill you while you were pregnant.”

“He didn’t know I was pregnant,” she said feebly.

“Do you think that would’ve made a difference? Because I don’t.”

She sighed in frustration, knowing most of her emotions were hormone-driven but was still angry anyway. “We are about to have three children, Azriel. Three! Kaden’s adoption is finalized in a matter of days and the twins will be here before we know it. This life does not bode well for them if we don’t play this smart.”

His face softened at the mention of their children. “I am playing this smart, El. Elias would always be a threat to us, to our kids. He had to be eliminated and now that he has been, it’s over.”

Her fury resurfaced. “Only it’s not over, Azriel. Whatever you did, wherever you tried to dispose of the body didn’t work.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the police came to question me. I mean that they are looking at you and are trying to use me as leverage to point the investigation in your direction.”

That had him rising to his feet. “What did they ask you?” he demanded.

For a second, a split second, she debated whether or not to tell him the truth because she knew it would set him off. But she couldn’t do that to him. They were a team through this even if she wanted to scream when he made decisions like this without consulting her first. “They asked if I was having an affair with Elias, which pushed you over the edge in blinding rage.”

Azriel’s face darkened to a deadly place she had only seen once before. When they were in that warehouse fighting for their lives. “I will fucking rip that police force to shreds,” he growled viciously, storming from around his desk as if he would go there to do just that.

But Elan stepped into his path, forcing him to stop. “Az, look at me.” He did. “I handled the officers. They won’t get to me again without going through the lawyers, but you cannot take the bait. They want a reaction from you. It will help their case. Let it go.”

His temper flared. “I will not let it go!”

She placed a calming hand on his chest. “Please, Az. For me. Let it go.” Elain saw the internal turmoil behind his raging hazel eyes. She knew what strings to pluck to bring him back down when he became this angry. Because right now, the last thing they needed was for him to add to his kill count.

He let out a heavy breath, dropping his forehead to rest on hers. His body shuddered with restraint, his need to defend her overwhelming his every thought. “I’m still furious that they accused you of that,” he murmured, cupping her face between his scarred palms.

Elain twisted her head to kiss the rough, damaged flesh. “I know, I am too. But whatever they want to believe doesn’t matter. We know the truth and they can’t prove otherwise. Besides, we have other things to worry about.”

Azriel’s brows furrowed. “Like what?”

She stepped out of his embrace, aiming for a chair to get off her aching feet. Az was instantly there, hand under her elbow and guiding her into the leather seat. “The police told me that a private investigator found Elias’s body,” she said, giving him a moment to take in her words.

His eyes widened in the realization of what she was hinting at.

“Somebody was looking for him.”

Az swore, running a hand through his thick hair. “It has to be the Illyrian Mob. Nobody else would be searching for him.”

“I’m assuming he didn’t have a wife, though it wouldn’t surprise me if he did and still acted that way.” She leaned back in her seat. “No other family that could have hired somebody?”

His head shook. “No, he pushed his parents away when he followed in his Uncle’s footsteps. And where he was found would’ve only been something that somebody in my…line of work would’ve figured out.”

She was almost afraid to ask. “Where did you dispose of his body?”

Hazel eyes bore into hers. “I buried it,” he said matter-of-factly. Well, that wasn’t very unpredictable. “On top of Kier Hewn’s body in his grave.”

Oh. Elain pursed her lips. He was right. A private investigator wouldn’t have looked in a grave unless they were prompted in some way shape or form. And that prompting had to have come from the Illyrians if not Nicklaus or Frankie themselves. She said as much out loud. “Which means—”

“Which means killing Elias may have just started a war with the Illryian Mob,” Az breathed. “Fuck,” he swore, leaning against his desk.

Fear clenched her heart in a vice-like grip, threatening to choke her. “Azriel, I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that the Illyrian Mob follows the same morals as you do. That they won’t go after our kids as an act of revenge against you.”

Devastation lined his beautiful face. “I can’t.”

The emotions spilled out of her before she could think about reining them in, tears welling in her doe-eyes. “I can’t let anything happen to them, Az,” she croaked. “Oath be damned, I’ll torture, maim, and kill anyone who comes for our babies.”

He was on his knees in front of her in an instant, hands gripping hers in comfort. “That won’t ever happen, Elain. I promise you that nothing will ever touch our children.” He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing them in the lightest of kisses. A reassurance to her no matter how ineffective. But still a reassurance nonetheless. “I’ll figure something out, Elain. I promise you I will.”

She sniffed, releasing his hand to wipe under her nose. “No offense, Az, but you ‘figuring something out’ is what put us in this spot,” she huffed a laugh. “You once said I was a Mob Queen…perhaps it’s time you start letting me help you make decisions for it too.”

Azriel gazed at her, thumb running along the back of her hand. “I didn’t want this life for you, El,” he said carefully.

Elain released his hands to cup his face, his stubbled skin scratching her palms. “I walked into this relationship—this marriage—with my eyes open, Azriel. There is no part of you I can’t handle. That I don’t love and admire.” She leaned forward to kiss him softly. “You vowed to share your life with me, Az. So, share it. Let me help you wade through your burdens, the messes. Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

Tears lined his eyes as he surged forward, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. “I love you,” he breathed against her lips, the words sending sparks cascading down her spine until they found a home in the depths of her soul.

Oh, how his words made her burn. His touch could set her on fire, but nothing could compare to how his words branded her very being, marking themselves into her essence so she lived and breathed him.

Just as their kiss turned deeper, more passionate, his phone rang from inside his pocket. Azriel groaned, dropping his forehead onto hers as he fought to catch his breath.

Elain giggled at his expression, tipping her head up just slightly to kiss the tip of his nose. “You should get that.”

“I should throw it across the room,” he growled, but still slid the device from his pants and checked the caller ID. A contemplative noise escaped him before answering. “This is Azriel.”

She sat back in her chair, readjusting her scrub top that had been skewed from her husband’s wandering hands as she listened to the one-sided conversation.

“Really?” he said to the other person. “Yes, we’re interested. No, not Friday, but we can come Saturday.” He glanced at his watch. “Yes, ten AM should work. Great. We’ll see you then.”

Her brows furrowed at the odd phone call. “Who was that?” she asked when he hung up.

His eyes locked on hers, the hazel brightening to pools of amber. If Elain could describe her husband with a single word at that moment, it would be giddy. Which was peculiar because Azriel was anything but giddy. “That was Amren, our realtor…She has a house for us to look at.”

~~~

Elain earmarked a few moments from her life in her memory bank. Special occasions she never wanted to forget. The day she graduated from college and earned her doctorate. Her first day as a resident. When she and Azriel got back together. The day of his proposal and then their marriage. When they found out she was pregnant. And the day they decided to adopt Kaden.

Today was one of those days that would get earmarked forever. Because today was the day they got to officially make Kaden their son. They had a court appearance at eleven that morning, but seeing as it was Friday, both Elain and Aziel took the day off to celebrate the momentous occasion with their boy, starting with breakfast.

“How are your waffles, Kaden?” she asked, seeing the syrup smeared across his pink lips.

The sweet boy flashed her this biggest grin. “They’re good, momma!”

She leaned over to press a kiss to his hair, loving every time he called her that. It had only been about a week since he started, but he had yet to give Azriel a fatherly name—her husband being equally happy for her and jealous at the same time.

“We are adopting him tomorrow and he still won’t call me dad,” he had complained the night before while getting ready for bed.

Elain was already tucked under the sheets, watching the bathroom doorway where her husband had disappeared. “You know how he is about men, Az. It’ll come at the most random time, but it will come. I promise you.”

The bathroom light switched off and then he approached, crawling up the bed to plop down next to her. “I know what else could be coming tonight,” he teased with a wicked smile, digits trailing over the swell of her stomach. His mouth began to place featherlight kisses along the delicate skin of her neck.

She laughed softly at the terrible innuendo, melting under his machinations. “Is that so? Pretty cocky are we?” Elain’s fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging the inky strands until he was groaning into her throat.

“Who said anything about a cock?”

That had her freezing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with him. Her drive was still fairly high and even with the new kid in the house, they still had sex pretty regularly—just typically at night after Kaden had gone to bed. But Elain’s stomach was large enough that grooming had become too difficult to manage. She was a bit embarrassed and had been avoiding letting Az go down on her ever since.

He noticed her hesitation immediately, bringing a scarred palm up to cup her cheek. “Talk to me, Elain.”

She sighed, feeling heat rush to her cheeks and making a blush spread across her body. “I can’t exactly reach down there anymore.” At his blank expression, she added, “To maintain…”

Azriel blinked at her in confusion. “So, what’s the problem?”

Elain groaned, head falling back into her pillow. “Because it’s embarrassing!”

He shoved himself up to look at her better. “Do you think I care about that? I told you that what you do with your body is up to you. I don’t care either way.”

“I know you don’t,” she admitted, feeling her emotions rise until she had to blink back tears. “I’m just uncomfortable with myself right now, is all.” It was more than that. Even though Az consistently showed her how much he loved her pregnant, told her how gorgeous she was, Elain was at the point in the pregnancy where she felt like a beached whale. And it was messing with her head.

Her husband stared at her, reading between the lines of what she was saying, and what she wasn’t. “Elain, you know that you have always been, and always will be, the most beautiful creature to ever walk the face of this earth, right? That I’m practically on my knees whenever you enter a room? I mean, fuck, El, you’re glowing right now—”

“That’s sweat, Az,” she muttered.

He waved a hand. “Semantics. The fact remains, you are gorgeous, and I want nothing more than to let my mouth show you just how much I mean that.”

Well, it was hard to resist when he put it that way. She gave him a single nod, just a small dip of her chin, before he pounced, crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss; slowly making his way southward until he made a home between her thighs.

Azriel spent a good half hour feasting on her, bringing her over the edge several times until her body went limp with pleasure and she dragged him up her body to taste herself on his mouth.

Too tired and sensitive to fuck, Elain reciprocated by leaning her head off the edge of their bed until he spilled down her throat.

“Elain?”

His voice drew her from her memory and she found him smirking at her, having already picked up on where her mind had wandered. “Hmm?”

His deep chuckle had goosebumps erupting over her skin. Fuck, maybe she was hornier than she thought.

“I asked if you were ready to go?”

Her face heated. “Oh! Yes, I’m finished.”

Azriel grabbed the bill to sign the receipts, slipping his black card back into his wallet.

“Kaden?” she refocused her attention on her son. “Do you have to go potty before we head to the courthouse?”

He was already nodding. “Yes, pwease!”

“I got it,” Az said, lifting the boy from his seat. “Come on, Bubba.”

“Clean off his face, too. I think he has syrup on his temple.” His answering laugh made a smile bloom across her face. He was such a doting father already. Elain had never questioned the amount of love he could give, even when he had. Wiping her hands clean, she took one last sip of her decaffeinated coffee—oh what she would give to have a cup of the real stuff again—and shoved her way out of her chair.

She turned her back to the crowd to grab her bag, the bell over the door dinging to announce a new customer when she heard a voice that she hadn’t heard in nearly seven years.

“Ellie-belly.”

Elain whipped around, brows raising as she beheld her father. “Dad,” she breathed. “Wha—what are you doing here?” The last time she had seen her dad, he was being placed in handcuffs for convicted DUI manslaughter and was sentenced to ten years in state prison.

He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into a stiff hug. “Sweet baby,” he said, his brown eyes lighting up—her eyes. Elain was a spitting image of her father. “Look at you, all grown.”

When he tried to kiss her cheek, she stepped back, bumping into her chair. “What are you…how are you…” She couldn’t quite catch up with her mind, his presence shocking her to her core.

Her dad didn’t seem to notice the tenseness of her shoulders, launching into a casual conversation like it was normal. “I got out for good behavior about six months ago. My weekly sobriety meetings are just up the street. I like to come here after for the cranberry-nut muffins.”

He stepped closer into her personal space, an endearing smile pulling at his lips. “Look at you so pregnant.”

She glanced over his shoulder, spotting Azriel stepping out of the men’s room with Kaden’s hand clutched in his. He paused, immediately recognizing the man in front of her, and raised a brow in a silent question of if he should interfere.

But before she could signal yes or no, her father reached out to try and touch her rounded stomach. Elain pushed his uninvited hand away, and that was enough to have her husband moving across the room.

Seemingly oblivious to her obvious discomfort, he asked her, “And how is my son-in-law, Graysen?”

“They’re not Graysen’s.”

That had his eyes snapping up to look at her face. “I beg your pardon?”

He didn’t know—hadn’t seen the engagement blasted on the front page of every magazine and newspaper in the city. Didn’t see the press release Azriel’s PR team dropped the day they left the Summer District for their honeymoon, announcing that they had been wedded. Or the single wedding photo that she and Azriel agreed to be a part of the announcement that was headline news for two solid weeks.

It had been a tactical plan to reduce the likelihood of them being ambushed by paparazzi on their return—and it worked. But as Elain stood staring at her father, she realized he had been released after they returned home from their honeymoon, therefore missing the tabloids and believing she had married that scum of an ex.

Either way, it needed to be corrected. “I’m not carrying Graysen’s children. I never married him.”

A look of confusion crossed his features, followed by what could only be described as disdain. “Well if they’re not his, and I’m assuming you didn’t let some bastard impregnate you because you have a ring on your finger, then by all means, tell me who my son-in-law is.”

The corner of her lips turned up in a smirk as she indicated to the looming presence behind him, “You remember Azriel.”

Her husband stepped around her father to take his place at her side and gently tucked Kaden between their bodies. “Mr. Archeron,” he said, voice deep and threatening. “Lovely to see you again.”

From his tone, it was obvious that was a lie.

Her father looked him over, taking in the man Az had grown into, from the size of his body to the expensive clothes. “Didn’t you break her heart some decade ago?”

“Dad,” she hissed, but Azriel just waved a hand.

“It’s fine, love. It’s no secret that I hurt you back then,” he said, taking her hand in his to let his thumb brush over the back of her knuckles. “But I am doing everything I can to make up for that mistake.”

He scoffed. “Like taking her from a perfectly good man.”

“That man,” she spat, “attacked me. Good is not an adjective I would use to describe him at all.”

“A mistake he could’ve made up for.”

Elain blinked in shock. “Why are you defending him? I am your daughter.”

“His father and I are good friends, Elain. We had set you two up as a perfect match. And then you blow it for this?” he waved a hand in Azriel’s general vicinity who so much as didn’t even flinch at the remark.

Actually, her husband looked quite bored with the conversation, and well, she was finished with it too. Elain knew how stubborn her father was, alcohol or not. If he was set in his ways and opinions, there was no swaying him.

“I think there is nothing left to discuss here. We have a family court appearance to get to.” She turned to walk away when his hand reached out and snatched her around the crook of her elbow.

“I can fix this, Elain. Let me talk with Nolan and make this right?”

Azriel’s scarred fingers shot out to encircle his wrist. “Take your hand off my wife,” he spoke with a deadly calm she’d only seen used on Elias.

But it worked, her father’s grip loosening until he let go of her completely.

“Here’s the thing, Dad. There is nothing for you to fix here. I am the happiest I have ever been with Azriel and this family we’ve grown together.” Her hand settled on the swell of her stomach. “If you cannot find peace with that, then you are not welcome to be a part of it.” Elain looked down at her son who had been quiet the entire exchange to ruffle his hair and then back up at her husband. “Let’s go.”

Azriel wasted no time in swooping to lift Kaden onto his hip, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her toward the entrance. Not a single one of them looked back at the man she once considered her father.

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[godtieranalyses]

Sooooo what's a Slyph of Heart :]]]

SYLPH: One who heals or heals with their Aspect

HEART: Feelings, the Inner Self, the Heart, the Entire Emotional Spectrum, the Soul

A Sylph of Heart would be able to heal and create through Heart. During their journey, they would have to learn the intricacies of their Aspect and how much to apply in certain places to heal various complex wounds and tears.

For Feelings, the Sylph of Heart could be able to heal ones complex emotions to make them easier to understand. When you feel like you can't verbalize what you're feeling, when it feels like an insurmountable lump in your throat, the Sylph will be able to gently massage the lump, working until it smooths out enough for you to begin to unravel like a ball of yarn. The Sylph could also heal through feelings, by allowing you to finally feel the emotions you've been holding back for so long. At last you can feel angry, sad, anxious- everything. But at the end of it, you will feel stillness. Calm. Peace.

For the Inner Self, the Sylph would be able to help heal the stunted Inner Child that never got to play and frollick. The shredded parts of you that could never mend from the abuse you endured could at last be re-stitched together. You would once more know who you are, and what you are capable of despite all that you went through.

As for the physical Heart, the Sylph would be able to mend any heart disease or afflicting so long as there is a Heart at all to heal. Tears, rips, swelling, abscesses...all of that fixed thanks to the Sylph of Heart. As to healing THROUGH the Heart, this can by done by the Sylph of Heart syncing another living being's heartbeat to the patient's, acting as a sort of life support to give them an extra boost as their body fights hard against their injuries or illness. The Emotional Spectrum is simple and overlaps with Feelings. The Sylph of Heart heals the emotions you either cannot feel or have trouble feeling, allowing them to finally be experienced whether it's grief, confidence, joy, or anger. Finally feeling these emotions would count as healing in and of itself, allowing the person to continue to grow their personal potential. Finally for the Soul, this could be done in a variety of ways. The Sylph of Heart could take fragments of souls and make them whole once more, the same being true for souls that were so troubled they became violent poltergeists. This could also lead into quite the nifty ability: At the height of power, the Sylph of Heart could potentially be able to cure Grimdarkness, as it can be defined as a corruption of the Soul itself.

[aressida]

Wrote a long one cos the in law family wanted him to take the flu shot, I said no.

"Dear Family, Friends, and Medical Professionals,

I am writing to share some thoughts and questions about vaccines, particularly in light of recent developments.

Do we believe that vaccines are the ultimate solution in medicine?

It is commonly known that influenza vaccines are reformulated each season due to the virus’s constant mutation, making it challenging to predict and protect against new strains accurately.

Is it true that these vaccines bypass the liver’s natural filtration system, potentially causing a shock to our bodies?

How should we classify these ingredients—as toxic or benign?

Here are just some vaccine ingredients, and these are being injected into your body and into your children’s bodies if you choose to vaccinate:

– Formaldehyde/Formalin – Highly toxic systemic poison and carcinogen.

– Betapropiolactone – Toxic chemical and carcinogen. May cause death or permanent injury after very short exposure to small quantities. Corrosive chemical.

– Hexadecyltrimethylammonium bromide – May cause damage to the liver, cardiovascular system, and central nervous system. May cause reproductive effects and birth defects.

– Aluminum hydroxide, aluminum phosphate, and aluminum salts – Neurotoxin. Carries risk for long-term brain inflammation/swelling, neurological disorders, autoimmune disease, Alzheimer’s, dementia, and autism. It penetrates the brain where it persists indefinitely.

– Thimerosal (mercury) – Neurotoxin. Induces cellular damage, reduces oxidation-reduction activity, cellular degeneration, and cell death. Linked to neurological disorders, Alzheimer’s, dementia, and autism.

– Polysorbate 80 & 20 – Trespasses the blood-brain barrier and carries with it aluminum, thimerosal, and viruses; allowing them to enter the brain.

– Glutaraldehyde – Toxic chemical used as a disinfectant for heat-sensitive medical equipment.

– Fetal Bovine Serum – Harvested from bovine (cow) fetuses taken from pregnant cows before slaughter.

– Human Diploid Fibroblast Cells – Aborted fetal cells. Foreign DNA has the ability to interact with our own.

– African Green Monkey Kidney Cells – Can carry the SV-40 cancer-causing virus that has already tainted about 30 million Americans.

– Acetone – Can cause kidney, liver, and nerve damage.

– E. Coli – Yes, you read that right.

– DNA from porcine (pig) Circovirus type-1

– Human embryonic lung cell cultures (from aborted fetuses)

You can view all of these ingredients on the CDC’s website. I encourage everyone to do their own research. Look up the MSDS on these chemicals. Read the thousands of peer-reviewed studies that have evaluated the biological consequences these chemicals can have on the body, especially when being injected.

Injecting foreign substances directly into the bloodstream—viruses, toxins, and proteins—has been linked to various diseases and disorders. These include conditions like atypical measles, cancer, leukemia, multiple sclerosis, and even SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome).

Conditions like Addison’s disease, anaphylactic shock, arthritis, asthma, asymptomatic COVID-19, Crohn’s disease, epilepsy, facial paralysis, fibromyalgia, fetal distress syndrome, foreign body embolism, genital herpes, hepatitis, hyperthyroidism, inflammatory bowel disease, jugular vein embolism, lung abscess, lupus, meningitis, MERS-CoV test positive, migraine-triggered seizures, multiple organ dysfunction syndrome, multiple sclerosis, multisystem inflammatory syndrome in children, pneumonia, stiff leg syndrome, stiff person syndrome, stillbirth, sudden heart attack, sudden respiratory failure, type 1 diabetes, uterine rupture, viral bronchitis—and much more.

This does not mean everyone will experience these reactions, but a significant number of test subjects have experienced one or more.

It is more than enough evidence to show that vaccine mandates are completely anti-scientific.

How can you make an informed decision if you do not have all the information?

We have also seen a shift where flu vaccines are now mRNA-based. But does a "vaccine" really prevent a virus or its recurrence as we expect it to?

The annual flu shot is, at best, a partial defense, aimed at last year’s strain. Does it truly help against the ever-mutating new flu, or is it just a temporary fix?

My concern is that this mindset—that a vaccine is a quick fix for everything—is flawed. The immune system may struggle to handle these types of agents, leading to breakthrough infections and potentially higher mortality rates.

For those who are vaccinated, I respect your choice. I simply ask for the same respect in return for my decision not to vaccinate. My reasons are personal and grounded in a belief that the government should not dictate my health choices and my family's.

Have you heard about Pfizer’s side effects?

Have you read the Pfizer documentation? Ask yourself if a drug with 32 pages of side effects is right for you.

The list of potential vaccine side effects released by Pfizer is alarming, ranging from autoimmune disorders to serious conditions like multiple organ dysfunction and sudden respiratory failure. Yet, this information was kept under wraps and only recently made public. Shouldn’t we be informed of the risks?

Do we even know the medium- or long-term effects of these vaccines?

Are they still in clinical trials? Is there a control group? What about Antibody-Dependent Enhancement (ADE) – has it been adequately tested? And why are ingredients like formaldehyde and mercury, known toxins, included in these vaccines?

Do you truly think this vaccine is 100% safe?

Transparency is crucial.

How can we make informed decisions if we are not given all the information?

We must ask ourselves, do we trust the pharmaceutical companies and their relationships with organizations like the CDC and FDA?

The FDA requested 75 years to release data on the Pfizer vaccine—why? Why did it take only 108 days to approve this vaccine, yet it supposedly requires decades to fully understand its effects?

Do you believe that SARS-CoV-2 has been isolated?

How well-informed are you about the CDC, FDA, pharmaceutical companies, and their donors? Do you think their qualifications are reliable?

These are important questions that deserve honest discussions. And, I believe it is crucial to acknowledge the existence of these alternative perspectives and engage in open discussions to gain a more comprehensive understanding.

Our health and freedom are at stake, and I urge everyone to think critically and seek out all the information before making decisions.

Thank you for taking the time to consider these points."

[macgyvermedical]

You mentioned treating infections with heat recently- how does that work?

There are two ways we use heat to treat skin infections.

Today, in a hospital setting, something called "warm compresses" are generally used when treating something like an abscess (a pocket of pus below the skin). The procedure for this is generally to take a chemical hot pack, crack it, wrap it in a moist wash cloth, and place it over the site of the abscess. This is replaced maybe once per hour, if the nurse has time.

Generally, this is done in addition to IV antibiotics. The idea is that the warm pack softens skin around the pus pocket, letting it break through and drain. The antibiotics prevent the infection from spreading, and once the buildup of pus is gone, the antibiotics take care of the remaining infection.

Prior to antibiotics (and coming back soon if we end up in a post-antibiotic era), they would use hot compresses instead.

Hot compresses are different.

Hot compresses can be used with or without antibiotics. They are a good first line treatment if you can catch a skin infection early. They area great for small areas of cellulitis, abscesses, and small-medium cuts and scrapes with signs of mild-moderate infection (some redness, swelling, drainage, and pain around the injury- though definitely ask a doctor first if you have streaks coming from the wound or have a fever).

For a hot compress, you want to get 2-3 clean cotton rags. Set them in some near-boiling water. Fish one of them out with a fork, let it cool, dripping over the pot until it is just bearable on skin. You don't want it to burn, but you also don't want it comfortable. Think 106-110F. Fold it and hold it against the site of the infection. You may need to hold a folded dry cloth on top of the wet one due to the heat.

It will hurt at first. If it doesn't, the rags are too cool.

When that first one stops hurting, put that one back in the water and fish the next one out, and repeat the process. After about 5-10 minutes you'll notice that even though the rags are just as hot as they were before, they no longer hurt when they are placed on the skin. The area will look red. Do this for about 20-30 minutes with as few interruptions as possible, then let the site cool. Do this 4-5 times per day until the infection goes away.

This works for two reasons. Reason one is that in order to fight an infection, blood needs to be able to get to the area to bring white blood cells and remove waste and dead cells. Sometimes normal blood flow doesn't allow this to happen efficiently enough to treat the infection. Applying heat widens blood vessels, temporarily increasing blood flow to the area and allowing more immune cells to do their job. If you're on an antibiotic, this also allows more of it to get closer to the infection. Reason two is that at higher temperatures (102F+) the process parts of the immune system use to kill invading cells works slightly better. This is thought to be one of the reasons mammals get fevers in response to infections and major injuries.

Hot compresses essentially give the body an edge when it comes to fighting a skin infection.

[griftersbone]

might have to go to the hospital 2day bc my tooth has an abscess apparently:) and it's swelling so fast the antibiotics aren't helping :)

[definegodliness]

Update (good news!)

First of all, thank you all for your well wishes.

Yesterday when I woke up the swelling finally got less, so those gnarly antibiotics are now doing more than maintaining the status quo. I called the jaw surgeon for an appointment, and next Thursday I'll be getting an Apex Resection. To save you any googling, it's basically a root canal from the side, where they'll open up my gums and then drill through my jaw bone to do so.

I put the appointment on Thursday so the antibiotics can do their work a bit more. It'll make the surgery easier the more the abscess dwindles, and I'm already in this kind of fighting mode I feel I can keep up (especially since the worst is over). So I traded in a little agony these days, to save me some agony in the oncoming days.

So here's to hoping Thursday I'll be going to hospital with a somewhat normal cheek. I don't think it'll be completely normal, because it's still going really slow, but I'm feeling confident this is the right decision.

I'll probably get antibiotics again. Not sure how I'll react to those, but these ones have been kicking my ass with side effects, which is why I haven't been Tumblring. I'm glad I'm not allergic to the stuff because it's doing it's thing, but, damn, am I sensitive to those pills. General misery. I won't bore you with the details.

Miss you guys!

[killed-by-choice]

“Irene Roe,” 32 (USA 1984)

“Irene” was a 32-year-old white woman in good health. She had no history of heart problems or any disorders that would have put her at risk for heart problems. At 16 weeks pregnant, she underwent a “safe and legal” abortion.

An abortion at 16 weeks is a multi-day procedure. A dilator was left in her cervix overnight before she returned to the abortion facility. A suction curettage abortion was then attempted. This was a negligent choice of method because even if Irene’s cervix was dilated enough, the suction would not fully remove a larger baby and was highly likely to leave body parts behind (particularly those involving a lot of bone structure).

Sure enough, Irene began showing signs of infection within 48 hours. A prescribed antibiotic and over-the-counter pain medication didn’t stop the fever and chills, and she was hospitalized a week later. By this time she was described as acutely ill with tachycardia, tachypnea, uterine tenderness, foul-smelling vaginal discharge and (although she had never had any cardiac problems before) a diastolic blowing heart murmur.

The hospital started Irene on a course of medicine and performed surgery to remove anything left behind in her uterus. Sure enough, she was suffering from postabortal endometritis. Despite the hospital’s efforts to fix the damage that had been done, Irene deteriorated.

Within 72 hours of being admitted to the hospital, Irene’s heart murmur worsened. Her blood cultures were positive for Group B streptococcal infection.

On the third day of Irene’s hospitalization, she went into congestive heart failure and had to undergo cardiac surgery. Her heart contained an abscess and was in such bad shape that doctors had to replace her aortic valve.

After the heart surgery, Irene was hospitalized for six more weeks, during which she was treated for infection and arrhythmia. She seemed to be getting stronger and was finally discharged. The nightmare that had started with her abortion finally seemed to be over.

But ten days after being discharged, Irene noticed fatigue and that her ankles were swelling. This progressed into dizziness and difficulty breathing, so she was readmitted to the hospital. Doctors found a new diastolic heart murmur and attempted heart catheterization followed by corrective surgery the next day, but Irene died in the operating room.

Irene’s initial infection had caused streptococcal endocarditis. Her doctors discovered that although cultures obtained at time of death were sterile, the annular abscess in her heart had been so severe that it eroded into the surrounding structures. Even after the infection was treated and the aortic valve replaced, her heart had been too damaged to function properly.

The CDC’s statistics for the year counted a white woman in the 30–34 age range among the year’s known deaths from legal abortion. However, researchers were able to identify no less than three women matching that description. Even if the 1984 abortion statistics counted Irene, at least two others like her went unnoticed.

(Irene is Case 2 in the report section and Patient 21 on the chart, which specifies her year of death)

[vodkaneki]

Alright, so through the years I've learnt things and from one thing to another, all those things I learnt added up to one big whole thing that's been living rent free in my head for long enough, so it's time for me to tell you the story and buckle up, because it is a wild ride.

So why are barbershops poles white, red and blue? It's to symbolize the bandages, the blood and the veins. Before there were actual doctors, barbers didn't only shave beards, but also did some bloodletting and medical procedures.

Now, who was Monsieur Félix? Monsieur Charles-François Félix was a barber-surgeon from France born in the 17th century who was tasked with the delicate job of taking care of King Louis XIV of France's anal fistula.

On January 15th of 1685, the King's Physician discovered a swelling in His Majesty's royal derrière.

By February 18th an abscess had formed and by May 2 a fistula appeared.

Before I go further, what in the ungodly hell is a fistula? You may ask?!

A fistula is an abnormal connection between two body parts, such as an organ or blood vessel and another structure. Fistulas are usually the result of an injury or surgery. Infection or inflammation can also cause a fistula to form.

Fistulas may occur in many parts of the body such as the general butt area.

They first tried enemas and poultices to help, but to no avail. Since physicians at the time did not cut into their patient, the task was given to Monsieur Felix who was very much intimidated by that monumental, but yet delicate operation.

He then asked for six months (during which the poor King had to endure the pain) to prepare for the operation. He practiced on 75 mens from prison and countryside (Oh the ethics of that!!) to prepare his two new inventions:

The Royally Curved scalpel

And the retractor

The operation that was performed on November 18th, 1686 was a success and within 3 months the King was back to do his kingly activities.

Monsieur Felix did not follow suit on these operations, but was rewarded with money, lands and the title of Charles-François Félix de Tassy.

The courage of both Monsieur Felix and the King gave a newfound respectability to surgeons. On December 18, 1731, the king’s grandson, Louis XV opened the Royal Academy of Surgery, now known as the National Academy of Surgery. There you will find this portrait of Charles-François Felix with the caption: Louis XIV's first surgeon.

The royal fistula that changed the face of surgery

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!

To celebrate the successful surgery, it is said that a famous hymn was written and performed for him: God Save The King. The actual British anthem is said to have taken it's roots in this famous piece that was originally written for King Louis XIVs marvelous recovery.

Also for the celebration, French composer, dancer and instrumentalist of Italian birth Jean-Baptiste Lully (Giovanni Battista Lulli) conducted a performance of Te Deum.

Back then, conductors would, well, conduct the orchestra with a long staff that would be struck on the wooden floor and, poor bugger, HE FUCKING STRUCK HIS FUCKING FOOT WHILE PERFORMING!

His foot was legitimately hurt and it eventually came to be gangrenous. He refused to be operated on or amputated, thus died from the infection.

So that's how through the years I learnt that and it's finally time you learnt that too!