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seriouslyhooked · 4 years ago

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The Bast Bad Idea (Part 2)

Three-part CS AU where Emma and Killian are doctors working at the same hospital (world without pandemic). They’ve yet to meet, but Emma has definitely seen the sexy Dr. Jones in her travels at Mist Haven Medical. It’s generally a bad idea to get involved with a colleague, but a little fantasizing never hurt… right? Inspired by the song ‘Bad Idea’ by Ariana Grande and a TV couple who set the bar for true love stories.

Part One Here. Story available on FF Here and AO3 Here.

A/N: Hello everyone! First and foremost, I want to start with a huge thank you to all of you who have reached out about this story. The response was so far beyond what I was expecting, but I am thrilled to know that all of you enjoy a CS Doctor AU as much as I do. As someone who grew up watching Grey’s Anatomy, it’s essentially engrained in my DNA to love a medical romance, and this story is one I have wanted to write for a long time. I’ve had more than a month away from writing thanks to my busy schedule, but finally my muse came to play and add a bit of fluff to this sweet short story. Chapter two picks up with a critical question – what was Dr. Jones going to propose to Dr. Swan…? Without further ado, here is our answer. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

“This might be presumptuous of me, love, but I find I’m helpless to resist. I was wondering – that is, I was hoping that perhaps, you and I, we could…”

His eyes strayed down to her lips, and Emma wet them absentmindedly. She heard a low growl, and realized it was coming from Killian. She shifted in her seat, turned on in a way she had never been before. Instinctively she moved closer, sensing the sinfully sweet current between them, like lightning just before it cracked across a summer sky. The instant attraction was breathtaking. It felt almost out of time and space.

“We could…” she continued, nudging him along and hoping he would elaborate. She wanted so badly for him to say aloud what she herself was wishing for.

Yet where Emma expected words, she was instead met with action, tantalizing and surprising, but inspiring something in her she never expected. Before she knew it, Emma was in Killian’s arms, aching for this moment, kissing him and knowing she was positively senseless. All that existed was this kiss, this touch. It was electrifying and invigorating, a blaze rushing through her blood stream that emboldened a part of her she’d always held back. Desire. That was what this was, and it was luscious and intoxicating.

Following his lead, Emma broke away from the kiss only to gasp for air as he crowded her body against the wall. The hardness of the cement blocks behind her, coupled with the heat and definition of Dr. Killian Jones was too much to handle. She arched into him, striving for contact, and reveling in the feel of his skin on hers. The only problem was these damn clothes between them. Never in her life had she been irritated at this doctor’s coat she’d worked so hard to earn. For years she studied and poured everything she was into medicine, all for the authority this coat portrayed, but she practically purred when Killian stripped hers off and tossed it to the ground. Pushing his off of his body in return made her mind race. The muscles of his chest and arms were driving her to distraction. Then they flexed, and she swallowed harshly, earning a deep, decadent chuckle from this man who drove her crazy.

“See something you like, Swan?”

God that cockiness. They’d never had any kind of real conversation before now, but the way he smiled spoke volumes. His air and his persona were dripping in assuredness. Emma used to think that she hated so much confidence, but when it came to Killian, she craved it something fierce. It was somewhat infuriating, the way his eyes shone with mischief and conceit, but it was also hotter than anything she’d ever known. Still, part of her would rather die than admit that aloud. She had her pride, no matter how wrapped up in this moment she may be.

“It’s hard to say,” she replied, her voice sounding out with a shredded silkiness that she’d never heard before. “I haven’t seen much of anything yet.”

“My apologies, love. Allow me to rectify the situation.”

Emma watched as this ridiculously attractive man purposefully teased her. With deft fingers he reached for the base of his scrub top, inching the material higher up his body. The trail of dark hair he revealed was evocative, but it held no candle the shape and tone of those abs underneath. Sweet Jesus, were those real? Emma bit back a groan at the sight, her lip pressed tight between her teeth. It took everything in her to keep her hands from reaching for him. She lay them flat on the wall behind her at her sides instead, but they balled into fists unconsciously as Killian eventually tossed the shirt away.

His black hair was mussed now, both from removing the scrubs with that always-present swagger, and from her fingers having run through it during their never-ending kisses. His eyes were dark navy blue, but still they shone with hunger and delight. His grin was a mix of charming and predatory, but instead of inciting a fight or flight response, Emma only wanted to surrender. This was a man who knew he was in complete control. He had hooked her, totally and beyond any shadow of doubt, and all she wanted was for him to have his way with her.

The curses he whispered while helping her shed her own scrubs were like prayers on high, a sweet song to her ears that only added to his allure. Killian’s eyes never strayed from her, but his reactions were so open and transparent. He hid nothing, allowing her a glimpse to the world inside, and it caused the power between them to shift. If Emma was being hunted, then she was also hunting in return, and Killian seemed ready to be caught.

“Emma, I -,”

His voice faded out, and she struggled to hear him. Instead, there was a blaring alarm. Was this a fire drill? Why had the light in the room gone hazy? Still, Emma heard herself whisper his name.

“Killian?”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The screech of the sharp, incessant chiming by her ears wrenched Emma’s eyes open, and immediately she groaned in disappointment. All of that – every exquisite moment – was a dream. Ugh, of course it was! Because this was her life now: fantasizing about a hot trauma surgeon ceaselessly and wishing that her memories of him were more than mere imagination.

“Damn it,” she muttered aloud, covering her eyes with her hand in frustration. With her vision blocked, Emma was more aware of the feeling that her body was wrapped up in her sheets. She’d obviously been tossing and turning through the night, restless in ways she rarely was before seeing Doctor Jones. These freaking dreams just felt so real, and they’d only gotten worse since officially meeting him.

That was three days ago now, but things had been chaotic in the meantime. The level four trauma that came in when they’d been formally introduced totally swamped the ER. Emma was called down for consult on multiple patients, needing to give life and death assessments and treatment plans for half a dozen people. While down there, Emma had the chance to see David and Killian in action. She was struck, even in the grips of adrenaline, by their cohesion and capability. They were cool and collected, battling odds that were dire to say the least, but they prevailed. Emma had worked for years to hone her craft, to heighten her skills, and to meet the moments of medicine that her work provided. But the energy in the ER had shifted, and she felt her own abilities elevated by the camaraderie and collectiveness of everyone in the hospital.

That shared experience only lasted a short while, for after initial inspections and emergency consults, Emma was quickly rerouted to the surgical wing. For 16 hours straight she worked to save the lives of four people, and through something that felt like magic, or maybe divine intervention, she was successful each and every time. That good fortune held, not only for her, but for all of her colleagues as well. The hospital had managed something next to impossible – they had saved every victim of the horrible accident, but the work had been backbreaking. When she’d finally scrubbed out of her last procedure, Emma admitted defeat, heading home and sleeping for twelve straight hours.

Her next shift was markedly slower, and Emma had the chance to see the progress of her post-op patients, and to connect with the others in her unit. It was critically important that the doctors, nurses, admins, tech teams, and other staff were all feeling strong and secure. Patients needed everyone working as a collective whole, and Emma took it upon herself to monitor that. It was unusual for a Doctor, especially one who wasn’t overseeing daily operations, but it mattered to Emma. Saving lives took so much more than her medical degree and steady hands. She needed each and every person in the cardiac wing to be successful, and she valued every one of them for what they brought to the team.

Unfortunately, while Emma’s day was slower and steadier, there was also a favorite element now lacking. She wasn’t too proud to admit that she’d willingly joined Ruby on the daily trip to the coffee cart. Actually, she’d been the one to page Ruby this time, earning more than a bit of teasing from her best friend, but Killian and David never showed. Only later, when Emma was at the tail end of her workday and helping with a consult in the ER, did she learn why.

“He was here for sixty-eight straight hours,” David said bluntly, after having confirmed his diagnosis for a patient presenting with a blood circulation issue.

“I’m sorry?” Emma asked, confused for a moment at David’s turn of topic.

“Killian,” David said, prompting Emma’s face to heat. Here she was, hoping it wasn’t totally obvious that she was looking for a man she hardly knew beyond imaginings, but David had seen through her in a matter of moments.

“Oh, um – that’s, well that’s… crazy. Sixty-eight hours?” That beat even her record, and she’d been called a workaholic on more than one occasion.

“Mhmm. We were on the end of a twelve-hour shift when the call came in and he stayed, until every last patient in the trauma department was seen and attended to. I left for eight hours and was dead to the world the entire time. Still felt laggy when coming back. Meanwhile, he caught maybe four hours sleep total interspersed between rounds, crashing in on call rooms. You’d never know though. He was totally unfazed. Brilliant as ever. It was like being back in the field again.”

“Seriously?” Emma asked, amazed at that. She was no stranger to long shifts, but to work that hard for that long was a herculean feat. Somehow, though, she wasn’t surprised to hear Killian had pulled it off.

“Yup. I had to force him to go back to his hotel. Actually, Regina had to. I tried, but until the Chief said something, he wouldn’t budge. She had to spew all sorts of protocol and legal jargon at him to get him to go. Even then, I could tell he was debating whether to stay or not.”

“He has a real connection with his patients,” Emma commented, vocalizing a fact she’d ascertained by watching him in action. Killian cared deeply, and while his main job may be all about stemming the flow of crisis, and bouncing around from one case to the next just to keep people holding on, he kept track of all those he helped, and invested in each patient no matter what.

“Maybe. I think it had more to do with the fact that it was only eight am and you wouldn’t be at the coffee stand yet.”

Before Emma could respond, David was paged for something else. He’d left her with a polite goodbye, but also a knowing smile. Another time, Emma might have tried to fake that she wasn’t interested or deny that there was something between her and Killian, but instead she was too busy fixating on what she’d just heard. Emma carried David’s assessment around with her for the rest of the day, well after leaving the hospital and heading home. She spent the night wondering if what David said was true. Was Killian as interested in her as she was in him?

“This might be presumptuous of me, love, but I find I’m helpless to resist. I was wondering – that is, I was hoping that perhaps, you and I, we could…”

“We could what?” she whispered, getting out of her car, heading inside to her next shift. “What was he going to ask me?”

“Did you say something, Emma?”

Emma jumped at the unexpected question, senses on high alert as she stood before the elevator in the parking garage. When she found Mary Margaret only a few feet from her, and clearly the orator of the previous question, Emma relaxed slightly. She tried her best not to show her embarrassment, but it was difficult. Now she was talking to herself? Jeez, she was truly losing it at this point.

“Oh, uh, nothing. How are you today?” she asked her friend. Mary Margaret smiled widely. Her excitement was palpable, filling up the elevator car as the two of them stepped inside.

“I’m great! Just eager to get to work.”

“Any interesting cases on the schedule?”

“Oh, uh, sure, there’s a few, I guess. Well really most of my day is going to be in consult with the Chief’s office.”

“Wait a second, you have to spend a prolonged period of time with the Evil Queen and you are smiling? Who are you and what have you done with Mary Margaret?” Her friend now looked flustered, clearly trying to grasp at an explanation and then it dawned on Emma. “This is about David isn’t it?”

“David?” Mary Margaret asked, her pitch higher than it had been just moments ago. Emma laughed at her friend’s terrible play acting. Trying to pretend that this wasn’t about David Nolan was a lost cause. Eventually Mary Margaret realized that, and she sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders as she exhaled. “Okay, yes, I am seeing Dr. Nolan today.”

“Let me guess, he’s also going to be at the admin meetings.”

“They’re about coordinating long term therapies better with our emergency protocols and treatments. So yes, the head of the ER is likely to make an appearance.”

“I see,” Emma said, biting back a smirk so as not to make Mary Margaret too uncomfortable. In the end though her curiosity won out, and she had to ask. “So, any movement there?”

“Movement?”

“Has he asked you out yet?”

“Not exactly.” Emma waited for her friend to explain herself. Mary Margaret held off for a few seconds before blurting out the truth. “I actually asked him.”

“Really?” Emma was shocked. Not because she thought any less of Mary Margaret. In fact, quite the opposite. She was proud of Mary Margaret for going for what she wanted. She just had never ever seen Mary Margaret step outside of a comfort zone like that, and certainly not with a hospital colleague. “Good for you. And he obviously said yes.”

“Why is it obvious?” Emma rolled her eyes, but in a teasing way.

“Come on, you know you two were making heart eyes at each other the other day. There was a definite spark. We all saw it.”

“I’m honestly surprised you noticed since you had your own, what did you just call them? ‘Heart eyes’? Well, you definitely had heart eyes for a certain trauma surgeon.”

Now it was Emma’s turn to blush, and what perfect timing, because the elevator doors had just opened to the lobby. They exited the quiet of the elevator to a hustle and bustle found only at a top tier hospital. It felt like a swarm of people, buzzing every which way, on their own individual paths.

“David and I going to dinner tomorrow,” Mary Margaret said quietly, looking around and finding no eavesdropping colleagues. When the coast was clear, she smiled, looking back at Emma with excitement all over her face. “That’s all I know though. I may have asked him out, but he made it very clear he had plans for how our first date was going to be.”

“I have a good feeling about this guy,” Emma said, referring to David. She had known Mary Margaret for a long time, and she knew how much her friend wished for a real and solid love in her life. Few people desired and deserved that kind of connection like Mary Margaret, and for Emma, there was a real satisfaction in seeing her friend’s instant connection with a stand-up man. Based on past experience, there weren’t too many of those to go around.

“Which one?” Mary Margaret asked. Emma stammered something non-committal out, causing her friend to laugh once more. “And that right there is all the answer I need. See you later, Emma. Oh, and when you see Killian again, just go for it. Believe me, it’s so much better than waiting and wondering.”

With that, Mary Margaret headed towards the wing of the hospital where the Chief and her admins worked. At the same time, Emma turned her attention to the cardiac unit. She had a ways to go to get there, but while still in the main entrance of the hospital she was stopped short by a gruff, and somewhat uncertain voice.

“Excuse me, Doctor Swan?”

“Yes?” Emma replied, looking to the young man who approached her. Taking in his features, she realized she knew him peripherally. He was one of the new interns cycling through the hospital this year, but he hadn’t worked in the cardio wing or in a surgical capacity. Taking in his lanyard, which bore his ID card over plain clothes, she saw he was an ER intern. Interesting. “Can I help you?”

“This is for you.” The young man offered her a paper box. Emma accepted, thoroughly confused before the intern elaborated. “Curtesy of Doctor Jones.”

“Oh,” Emma said, suddenly incredibly interested. Unable to resist, she opened the box. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but what she found made her smile widely. “These are flowers. Paper flowers.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m not entirely sure of the significance, but Doctor Jones told me there is a note inside as well. He wanted me to be sure to mention that.”

Emma was more than excited to read what this astonishing man would write to her, but something the intern said reminded her of the awkwardness of this situation. Had Killian used his authority over the interns to have this delivered? It wasn’t a crazy assumption. Many of the residents and attendings here saw interns as the low rungs on the ladder. They were meant to be learning and training, but often they were sent on coffee runs and foolish errands. Emma never believed in that though. She found it unkind and unnecessary.

“To be honest, it was hard to convince Doctor Jones to let me bring these,” the intern said, perplexing Emma further while eerily reading her mind. “I had to offer about a half dozen times. My shift was ending, you see, and I’ve been looking for a way to thank Doctor Jones since he got here. You know he created extra hours in the ER skills lab? He’s working with first years too. We get very little access usually, because the third years are prepping for exams and stuff, but he convinced Doctor Nolan to extend the hours. He’s even hosting classes himself. Cool right?”

“Very cool,” Emma said with a nod, and another smile. She breathed out a sigh of relief, genuinely happy to realize this man she’d been thinking of was good to others. It also made accepting this thoughtful gift so much easier.

From there, Caleb said goodbye, heading out for whatever interns did with down time these days. Oh, who was she kidding? Sleeping. That’s what she’d done, and no doubt that was what all interns still wanted most of all. Emma though, felt more awake now than she had in a long while. She found a quiet corner in one of the corridors leading to the cardio unit and took a seat, opening the box away from prying eyes.

Inside the box there were six different types of what looked like origami flowers. They were beautiful and delicate, and she wondered where he could have bought them. Only when she opened the note did she realize the truth.

Emma,

As you know, I’ve been away for quite a while, out in the field in a completely different world. In the desert there’s not really that much to do, except survive and keep as many of your people as well as you can. The downtime is long and hot and quiet. I picked up these tricks from a fellow soldier. It kept my hands at the ready and my mind clear, and there’s an honest beauty in them that reminds me of you.

Truth be told, there’s a flower for each time I’ve tried to catch you at the coffee cart since our meeting. Clearly my missions have been unsuccessful, so this calls for a change in tactics…

Emma smiled at the thoughtfulness and felt the pull of butterflies low in her chest. He thought she was beautiful, and he said it without fear. Had a man ever said so much? Had it ever mattered? Certainly not like it did now. Reading on, Emma laughed at the lightheartedness of the note and the bit of cheeky humor that accompanied it. His easygoing candor and transparency enchanted her, drawing her in even more than she already was. Then she memorized the time and place he suggested that they meet at the bottom of the page, knowing nothing and no one was going to keep her from this meeting.

Only after reading through his handwritten thoughts three or four times did she realize an added layer of perfection: these flowers weren’t just handmade and crafted with intention. They were also safe for her to take with her to her ward of the hospital. Being in and out of the ICU and cardiac units, Emma couldn’t bring real flowers into her offices without putting some patients at risk, but she could have these. From within the box she selected a bright yellow blossom, beautiful and intricate and folded to perfection. Wordlessly she tucked it away in her pocket. The others were deposited for safe keeping in her office as soon as she arrived back in the East Wing, and displayed on her windowsill, brightening the space.

The hours between the start of her shift and the time she was meant to meet Killian passed by slowly. Her rounds usually distracted her, but not today. While she still gave all due attention to her patients, Emma had that sense in the back of her mind that this afternoon would bring so much more to the forefront. The promise of seeing him again kept her heart pattering faster than it should be, and by the time the clock was minutes from their meeting, she was positively bursting with anticipation.

“Okay, usually I would give you a hard time and pretend to tag along, but even I can’t mess with a smile like that.” Ruby’s words snapped Emma’s focus back to the hallway where she was standing, pretending to read a chart. As she looked to her friend, however, she would never be able to recall what was on the screen in front of her. Ruby grinned when their eyes met. “He gave you the flowers, didn’t he?”

“You knew?” Emma asked and Ruby nodded.

“Yup. Ran into him at the cart a couple of times. He was really starting to piss off the kiosk guy with all his loitering. Had to give him a hundred dollars just to shut him up.”

“He didn’t!”

“No, I wouldn’t let him. I told Boris to shut it unless he wanted a hospital wide nurses strike. Guy knows better than to cross me. He just acts tough for clout.” Emma laughed, knowing her friend truly ran this place in most ways. But then the apprehension of the moment caught up to her again, and Emma’s brow furrowed in worry. “Oh no you don’t. No doubting this, Ems. I’ve vetted this guy. Run all the background, checked all the sources. He’s a good one, a one in a million, needle in a haystack, diamond in the rough kind of man. And, to top it all off, he’s crazy about you.”

“You think?” Emma asked and Ruby nodded.

“I know, but that’s all I’m saying. Let Killian speak for himself, okay? And, even though it’s hard, try and trust this.”

“I think I already do,” Emma whispered. “Trust him, I mean. But that’s crazy, right?”

“Love tends to be that way.”

“Ruby.”

“Emma,” her friend parroted, taking her hand and squeezing gently. “Just go for it. Go for it and see for yourself.”

With a nod, and the validation that she needed to hear from a trusted friend, Emma headed off. It felt natural and expected to make her way towards the center of the hospital once more. This time though, she passed the coffee cart, with only a fleeting glance. Killian wasn’t meeting her there today. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure where they were meeting. She followed the directions he’d given her, up a few more flights of stairs and through the wing with pediatric patients and newborns. She had been here many times before, for consults and comfort. It was a draw here in the hospital – the cuteness of babies just starting their journeys in the new world. Emma looked at them today, noticing the vibrancy inside the nursery, but didn’t linger. Instead, she followed the last of the route that Killian had given her and ended up somewhere she’d never been before. A place that must have just finished being renovated.

“Wow,” Emma whispered, walking into the sunlight on the open terrace.

With the glass surroundings and the plant life everywhere, this place was beautiful. There were pergolas and hanging vines, topiaries and flowering plants, daffodils and tulips, all breathing in the spring. It felt like a park, floating in the air, with the sounds of the city barely audible below. Emma could imagine the kids and the families who would come here someday. She hoped it would be a space for them to find some peace and happiness while staying in this unfamiliar and often stressful place. Hospitals were rarely any fun for patients, necessary as they may be, but this space was beautiful enough to distract from that.

“You made it, love.” The deep rumble of that familiar voice sent a shiver through Emma’s whole body. She cast a glance over her shoulder, finding Killian, leaning against the stone façade of the building behind them. In his hands were two coffees, and as he moved towards her, he offered her one with a boyish smile. “This is for you. Didn’t want you missing a routine caffeine fix for my sake.”

“Thank you,” Emma said automatically, feeling his fingers brush across hers, sending a zing of awareness through her. Her eyes flashed up to his, and she knew he felt it too. Suddenly she had no want or need for this coffee. She cleared her throat slightly before continuing on. “Where exactly are we? And how, might I ask, does the new guy know about it before I do?”

“It’s the Hubbard Family Wellness Gardens, gifted by one of the hospital’s most loyal benefactors” he said, full of knowledge. Emma was shocked that he actually knew what this place would be but then he smiled, gesturing to the plaque bearing that information. She bit back a laugh. “And as for how I found it, that’s easy. I never leave well enough alone, and I’m curious by nature. I’ve been nearly everywhere in the hospital now, but this place seemed the best for what comes next.”

“What comes next?” Emma asked, her voice hitching up as she repeated the words.

“Aye,” Killian murmured, his tone dipping sensually low. She swallowed harshly as he entered into her space, and he tracked the motion. She felt the heat of his closeness, and caught his scent in the air, clean, and male, and with a hint of spice.

“I’m afraid I didn’t think this through,” he said, close enough to kiss her. God, how she wished he would kiss her. Emma vocalized her first thought.

“Really? I did. Like a lot.”

His smirk told her she’d said that aloud even though she never meant to, but before she could react, he took hold of her cup once more.

“I meant these,” he gestured to the coffee in her hand. Oh, right. “May I, love?”

Emma nodded, and shakily let go of the cup she forgot she was holding. With deft hands, Killian placed their drinks back on a table beside them with far more poise than she could muster at the moment. When that was done, he stepped towards her again, looking at her with a glint in his blue eyes that made her heart skip. His hands came to her body, one to her hip, the other to cup her cheek. The rightness washed over her, and so did the realization that none of her dreams could actually prepare her for real intimacy with Killian Jones.

“Last time we spoke I intended to ask you something. Do you remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from wanting this so badly. Without thinking, she wet her lips, and he caught the action, letting out a groan that mixed pain with passion and pleasure. Then he cursed, a totally British ‘bloody hell’ falling past his lips before dipping his mouth to hers and giving them both a taste of temptation.

The kiss was… beyond incredible, but Emma was so deep in it she had no ability to comprehend anything at all. She was consumed with the moment, arching against Killian, feeling the silky strands of his dark hair and the scruff of his beard. His kiss was assured and passionate, dominant and indulgent all at once. She succumbed to the sensations, and let the rightness surge within her, not caring at all that they were outside or at work or that they’d just met. Instinct took over, and her gut, which Emma had always trusted, was telling her that this man was even more than she imagined, and someone she should choose to let in.

Pulling back from the kiss, Emma and Killian stayed close, and Emma took stock of all the places they were touching. His hold on her was firm but caring, like she was precious, and he wouldn’t let her slip away. In his eyes she saw so much emotion, and again she was struck by his transparency and trust. He wasn’t shying away from her or the moment. He was in the depths of desire with her, and their kiss, that perfect, sexy as all hell kiss, had left him tongue tied. The quiet wasn’t awkward, but assuring, and Emma felt secure here, safe even, while also being filled with more unknown wonder than she’d ever been before. Like someone at the start of a glorious adventure, she took a next step born of passion and hope.

“I’m off at six tonight… so, you want to pick me up at seven thirty?” she asked, referencing a date he hadn’t actually asked her out on. She feigned ignorance even though she could read him like a book. “Unless you were going to ask me something else…”

His hold on her tightened, and he shook his head immediately. She was right. He wanted a date – and she saw no reason to wait when she wanted one just as badly. She grinned at him, loving how the tables had turned. This time he swallowed harshly, and she was oh so tempted to kiss him again and see if he’d stay shy or rise to her challenge.

“It’s a date, Swan,” he said dazedly.

Emma hummed out her agreement, going in for one last fleeting kiss. But where she meant to only tease, he took the reins again, kissing her senseless and leaving her breathless when they finally broke apart. Only when her pager beeped with an incoming call did they end their inevitable interlude, and as they did, Emma felt a pang of longing, wishing this moment could last so much longer than this.

“Tonight, love,” he whispered, running his thumb against her lips. “Far away as it may seem, I promise the wait will be worth it.”

“Good,” she replied, nipping his thumb ever so softly, and bringing the fire back in his eyes, before taking a step back. And with that, and just enough presence of mind to grab her coffee, Emma headed off, back through the hospital to the work that awaited her, knowing she could and would get through anything today for the promise of tonight.

Post-Note: Ah!! Finally!! I got the words on the page!! I did the thing!! I wrote the story!! And honestly, it’s such a relief. It felt, at some points, like I may never get this chapter written, but finally today it came. I know many of you were waiting, and I cherished every comment and review and message along the way. I hope all of you who wrote me, and those who read along with chapter one, all enjoy this installation. I write these stories for me and to brighten my world ever so slightly, but also in the hopes that they’ll spark joy for others too. In a time like this, a little joy goes an awful long way. Anyway, thank you all for reading, sending you the best, and hope you’ll join me next time for the final chapter of this CS AU! xE

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aquarianlights · 4 years ago

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I am in a serious financial bind. 😥 If anyone is in a position to listen & help or signal boost, pls keep reading...

This is from my apartment complex. I am in low-income housing. I called them & sent them proof I could pay on the 23rd. I told them I could (just barely) put 100 down now & they said that was too little.

They said they would file for eviction on the 16th, which adds $150 to my rent. They will cancel the court date and eviction on the 23rd when I pay.

But that doesn't cancel the $150 filing fee.

Idk where that $150 would come from. Idky they think it's fair that someone who cannot pay should be forced to pay even more??? That makes no sense. I can only just barely afford my rent every month as is.

These are from my energy company. I apparently owe them over $600. I genuinely do not know how this happened. We were on the phone for a very long time trying to figure it out & I was in tears for the latter portion of it because I swear I paid.

I usually keep record of my payments via taking a picture of my receipt since they are electronic, but my dog chewed up my phone (which I have pics of if need be for evidence) and broke it, so I had to get a replacement phone sent to me from the insurance company & nothing transferred from the old phone, so all my pics were wiped.

I found no record in my emails, either.

The meds I am taking to try to go into remission and the autoimmune disease itself both cause brain fog and issues with time warping, so it is possible maybe I skipped a month or something, but I highly doubt I would have skipped up to 600+ dollars worth of payments.

I have tons of electronic and hard copy calendars & they are all synced and constantly updated so that I know when payments are due. I also have text and email reminders sent to me, but I could find no reminders in my email for MONTHS now until they were telling me they were going to shut my power off if I didn't pay this. Idk why I was not sent reminders for months???

In the end, I agreed to set up a payment plan. Paying, like... 50-60ish on top of whatever my electric bill is every month for 12 months. It was the lowest they could go.

I can barely afford my electric bill as it is, so idk how I will be able to do this? They did give me a list of charities in my area so I will be using what little energy I have to call around & see if any of them would be willing to help me pay this. Idk how those work (they're mostly churches???), so I'm just gonna try & see what happens. 🤔

On top of all that, I *think* this is telling me my Medicaid has been cancelled but I'm not 100% sure?????

I'm going through treatment for a very serious, disabling problem that should last ~1 year and rn Medicaid is picking up what my Medicare doesn't cover and some of my doctors/specialists and treatments are medicaid only.

If I lose this, I'm basically done.

I know they'll do backpay if I get it back, but Idk if I *will* get it back. I'll be trying to get it back, but in the meantime, I guess I'll just have to pay out of pocket, idk??? Which I do not have.

I have lost almost ALL autonomy due to this autoimmune disease, which (in a very simplified form) is basically my immune cells "eating" my muscle tissue. I can barely get out of bed. Treatment should put me in remission & give me my life back. I am seeing a rheumatologist, neurologist, dermatologist, PCP, physical therapist, psychiatrist, psychologist, and going to a holistic pain treatment center that does a different kind of physical therapy to bring down pain levels (which I was put into that program by my rheum). All of these are in relation to & necessary for my disease. I am going through TONS of testing almost weekly now & trying out treatments like IVIG and chemo where I am in the hospital hooked up to an IV for 4-6+ hrs of that day and the cost of those things without Medicaid picking up what Medicare doesn't cover is astronomical. I have to sign waivers every time I get my blood drawn (which is almost weekly now), do tests, and do treatments saying I will pay if Medicaid does not pick up the extra.

I already have crippling medical debt; I don't need more. I'm scared they won't let me do any more tests or treatments if they see I am just letting it all go to collections & am not paying.

This could mean the difference between having a life worth living (to me) where I am happy & thriving & autonomous or being bed-bound & living a life of just existing from day to day & miserable & in pain & suffering & unable to do anything for myself. This is literally life and death for me because I wouldn't be able to handle continuing to live in the latter scenario. I cannot handle living like I am now. Knowing my treatments are progressing is what keeps me going. Knowing I can go into remission is what keeps me going. Knowing my future is one completely different from now is what keeps me going. But if I cannot have that and am destined to live in this current state, it's just not worth it. I don't know a person alive who would want to live like this.

Finally, my anger noodle needs to get to the vet for MULTIPLE things. Nothing is, like... life threatening or super immediate like his cancer was last year, but they're things that need to be addressed in terms of preventative care & to make sure he isn't in pain.

He needs his trachea checked, possibly x-rays for that, maybe more...

He needs some medication updates, needs a physical, needs a full groom & nail clip under anesthesia (for those who are not familiar with Echo, he has extreme fear-based aggression & usually gets this done under anesthesia; since I worked with him so much, he had his first non-anesthesia nail clip at the beginning of quarantine, but he has gotten worse during quarantine & with my muscle eating disease, I can no longer restrain him & don't have the physical strength to run a brush through his thicker fur as his winter coat is in, so I can no longer groom certain areas of him at home, so his tummy & back legs are matted & I fear he may need to be shaved... which breaks my heart since you don't shave double coat dogs unless medically necessary.), he needs a full physical, & needs to be checked over for MCT's.

He may also need a fecal test or something else, as he has been having odd bowel movements. 😥 His tummy has been upset lately.

I have been crying myself to sleep every single night & often during the day because I cannot get him to the vet. No, it isn't urgent or life threatening. But he is reverse sneezing more than normal & I worry about tracheal collapse, which is a common small dog thing & even MORE common in pomeranians specifically. Every time he has a fit, I think "Oh god, this is it. This is the time I'm gonna have to rush him to the e-vet & get slammed with a huge bill & he is not gonna be okay..."

It breaks my heart to see his legs & belly matted. He is horrible about letting me groom him coz of his aggression so he only gets a full grooms at the vet, but I do short grooming sessions at home with him nightly. Takes about 2 hours just to do the majority of one side of him (not even all of it; just most) coz he needs breaks & lots of praise every few strokes or he will tear me to shreds & hurt himself snapping on the undercoat rake. 😥

But now that my autoimmune disease has atrophied my muscles to the point holding up my phone without something to prop it up feels like I am lifting weights & tires my arms out with a lactic acid burn & pain, I can no longer groom him with the patience he needs & can only groom in 20 minute intervals at the VERY longest. By the time I have gotten one leg done during the week, his entire other side is matted. 😞 Matting on dogs---especially double coat dogs---hurts them. It's like if someone were to wrap your hair around their fingers & then pull it taut. It's a constant pulling pressure on their skin... it's painful & irritates the epidermis. I feel miserable feeling the matting on his back legs & tummy & now feeling the mats beginning to form on the rest of him. He hates me working them out, even with the detangling spray. I know it must hurt so much...

So he may need to be shaved at this point & that will destroy me. I feel sick thinking about it. But anything to get him out of pain. Maybe it is what's best for him while I go through this year of treatment & get my muscles back. But in order to do that, I need to get him to the vet.

The stress of not being able to get him to a vet is tearing me apart & literally making me physically ill.

He is my world. My everything. My #1. My heart dog. My priority in life. My entire universe revolves around him. I would do anything for him. Not a single person, animal, thing, etc, comes before him. It is KILLING me that I cannot provide proper care for him right now. I always always always make sure to sacrifice for him if need be & his things ALWAYS come first, even if it means I'm not eating or not paying bills or whatever. As long as he is taken care of & his needs & wants are met, nothing else matters to me. And right now........ I feel he is suffering because of my finances & the fact my treatment with building my muscles up is not going fast enough.

I cannot control the latter one, but the first one is something I can at least ask for help for. So that is what I am doing.

If anyone is in a place to help, these are my venmo & cashapp codes. I also have paypal.

💙 Venmo: @kqroswell

💚 Cashapp: $kqroswell

💜 Paypal: @kqroswell or [email protected]

If there is another form of payment you're thinking of, lemme know. I also have fb pay activated if you have me on FB (Killian Q Roswell).

Thank you to everyone who read through this & anyone who can help or reblog this. 💖

Sincerely,

Your v scared, struggling transman who really wants his bills/rent paid & his dog to go to the vet,

Killian 💞

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thanksjro · 5 years ago

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More Than Meets the Eye #8- I’m Sorry, the Domain Name thebomb.com is Already in Use

It’s been a hot minute since we last got to focus on the Scavengers- ah, the chaotic nature of comic print schedules! Luckily, we’ve got a Story So Far to remind us where we left off.

Our issue starts 10,000 years in the past, where Fulcrum is riding in a plane and preparing to drop with his fellow K-Cons. It’s crowded, there’s a guy crying in the corner, everyone’s wearing the same outfit, and no one’s got time to go home and change. How embarrassing!

Torque’s never heard of personal space, as is made apparent by his power-stance pelvic thrusting here. Fulcrum is less than impressed by this show of bravado, but there’s no time to dwell on it because it’s time to jump the glory of Megatron.

At least one of them is having a good time.

In the present day, the Scavengers are freaking the hell out, because as it turns out, it’s THEM who’re afraid of the DJD.

Krok keeps trying to reach his old squad, as if anything short of Megatron himself would be able to save them from the horrible death coming their way, while Flywheels grapples with his faith and inferiority complex at the same time.

Spinister brings up a decent point, despite Misfire’s earlier claim that he’s the stupidest creature in the universe- Misfire is kind of an asshole, so anything he says involving just about anything should be taken with a grain of salt- but the problem is, nobody in their right mind would incriminate themselves to the DJD if they could help it. Also, everyone knows that Tarn’s got his head way too far up his own ass to have any sort of rhyme or reason for anything he does beyond the 𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔.

Krok leans on his career as a military strategist to come up with a few ideas, and the boys decide to fight the DJD, after so much bitching and moaning.

But the DJD… the Decepticon Justice Division… are also Decepticons. Crankcase, are you gatekeeping here, my dude? Because I don’t think this is an internet debate you’re going to win.

The fellas decide that they’ll do what they do best, and use what’s been laying around in the dust and blood for thousands of years to fight off some of the scariest folks in the galaxy. What could possibly go wrong?

Over on the Lost Light, Chromedome and Skids are having a secret rendezvous at the oil reservoir, in secret and behind Rewind’s back, as Chromedome proceeds to call Skids handsome. No, they aren’t having a secret love affair, but are instead going to mnemosurgery the shit out of Skids. Rewind doesn’t like that Chromedome is still doing this, but what Rewind doesn’t know won’t hurt him, surely. We’ll find out just why exactly Rewind isn’t a fan of Chromedome’s line of work later on, but for now it’s time to dig around in a hot guy’s brain.

Just kidding, it’s Scavenger time.

The Scavengers have set up a trap for the DJD, and that trap is Grimlock; still locked in his stasis pod, they’re pulling a “rigged box and stick with a piece of cheese inside” maneuver. Let’s see how this plays out.

Hmm. That’s not a great start.

The Peaceful Tyranny lands, Tarn transforms, comes down the gangplank, transforms, waxes poetic about the brilliance of the Decepticon copy writers, transforms, drives 15 feet, transforms, then, after clearly stating that the big stasis pod in the middle of nowhere is a trap, opens it anyway.

Never has a nut-punch been more deserved than in this exact moment.

Grimlock has a strong start, but almost immediately begins to flag, as he’s put down by Tesaurus. This is why we do warmups prior to rigorous exercise, people!

Misfire tries to sneak off while Tarn’s distracted whispering into Grimlock’s ear like one would a lover, but that doesn’t really work out.

Back over on the Lost Light, Chromedome’s having a time and a half trying to parse just what the hell’s going on with Skid’s head. All his memories from the last year aren’t lost, but rather destroyed, which is concerning to say the least, only leaving a need to escape. There’s also some nasty beast in Skid’s more distant past that Chromedome can see. However, it would seem that Skid’s brain took the out when it saw one and buried that nightmare so deep it’ll take multiple sticks of dynamite to wiggle it loose, so Chromedome’s leaving it where it is.

What this tells me is that Rung has no business referring patients to Chromedome for treatment, if this is how we’re meant to handle repressed memories. Remember back in issue #6, when Fort Max claimed he didn’t remember what happened in Garrus 9, and Rung was all “oh let me just call my guy Chromedome and have him stir your brain around like a martini”? Turns out, either that’s a terrible idea and Rung hasn’t paid attention to the work that half his coworkers on Kimia were involved with, or he was making an empty threat, which doesn’t seem like great practice for a therapist.

Pretty fucked up of you, Rung.

Anyways, Skids is less than thrilled by this, and demands Chromedome do it anyway, which Chromedome promptly refuses. He’ll play around with his own life, but not his friends’. Skids walks off in a huff, because I guess no one’s ever refused his pretty ass anything before, but asks a question before he leaves.

Well, I’m sure that won’t be a major plot point later on.

Let’s check back in with the Scavengers.

Between Tesaurus’ line here, Tarn harassing Grimlock, and Skids’ asking Chromedome why he pulled out during their secret meeting, this is probably the most sexually-charged issue of MTMTE so far.

Flywheels’ only purpose as a character was so that Roberts had a stand-in for the word “fuck” last issue. Sorry, dude, you’ve done your job. Off to the shredder with you!

No time to worry about him, Krok, because it’s time for your face mask treatment at the universe’s shittiest spa.

The worst part about this is the fact that he’s being held a full nelson by the DJD’s record-keeper, who turns into a fucking chair and doesn’t even have eyes. Oh, the indignity of it all.

Misfire tries to save Krok, but all he manages to do is prove that his nickname isn’t ironic in the slightest. Then he’s attacked by a dog.

That shadow being tossed towards the horizon in the background is Crankcase, who lands right about where Fulcrum’s been hiding this entire time, like the giant coward he is, as he watches these guys who tried to steal his organs get murdered to death. He runs off, and Crankcase plays to stereotype and gripes about the whole situation, until he notices something above him.

Then he immediately drops dead, because as it turns out Misfire wasn’t exaggerating when he said Crankcase would die if he ever even thought about smiling.

Over in Tarn’s soliloquy corner, he’s managed to stab his thumb so hard into Grimlock’s throat it’s literally bleeding, as he trash talks the Scavengers, calling them the “six biggest failures of all”. Harsh. Grimlock’s not contributing to the diatribe, probably because there’s a hole in his throat that’s about where a trach would go.

Then Tarn has a bit of a problem, as he’s stepped on by a robot that’s roughly twenty times bigger than him.

I guess Crankcase must be the sixth worst Decepticon, because he’s gotten himself hooked up with this massive Jaeger Cybernought, one of the many that are strapped to the back of the Worldsweeper they found last issue. It’s a big friggin’ ship, we can forgive the oversight.

The DJD aren’t impressed by this new toy, and almost immediately take it down. Tarn, really starting to get peeved off about not getting to what they actually came here to do, yells for Fulcrum to show himself. Fulcrum, as it turns out, has managed to climb on top of the Worldsweeper, and is at least a few hundred feet above them. Because none of the DJD can fly, they have no choice but to listen to Fulcrum’s little speech.

Fulcrum was forged at the height of the Decepticon Empire, when the rhetoric was more “space eugenics sucks” and less “murder everything while Megatron has weird sexual tension with Optimus in the background”. Of course, they were still hunting organic species to flex, so maybe things weren’t perfect… though it isn’t like Fulcrum minded that aspect. Dude’s a little space racist.

Spacist.

The way Fulcrum sees it, folks like Tarn went and fucked up a good thing by being all murderous and violent just because they could, unlike his good pals the Scavengers, who are only murderous and violent when it’s necessary. “Necessary” is a word that’s played with kind of fast and loose with them, mind you, but they seem like pretty swell guys to Fulcrum. They’re definitely better than the DJD.

With one last “fuck you” to Tarn, Fulcrum takes a running leap off the top of this astonishingly huge ship and finally reveals just why exactly K-Cons aren’t known for doing fear.

Because who the fuck has ever asked a bomb how it’s feeling?

Everyone clears the area, as he hits the ground… and nothing happens. Fulcrum is marked off the List, the Scavengers are added, and the DJD fuck off without checking that their target is actually dead so they can go find Overlord and kick his ass.

Fulcrum’s fine, by the way.

This is why we check our work, Tarn.

Fulcrum, who is, again, a bomb, is a bit curious as to what’s happened here. Turns out, prior to the boys riffling through his torso for spare parts, Spinister- master surgeon Spinister- removed the explosive charge tucked up against his robot liver. Fulcrum is amazed by this news, because it’s apparently a super hard thing to do.

Are we sure that Spinister isn’t just super nearsighted? The world’s been described as a series of vaguely hostile shapes, is he playing it safe and attacking the things he can’t figure out within a few seconds? Maybe all that hand-staring he does is to gauge how shitty his vision is on a day to day basis, and everyone just assigned him Stupid At Birth because trying to understand our friends is for losers.

Then again, we should also remember that everyone in the Scavengers is so incredibly stupid, they couldn’t figure out between the five of them that Fulcrum had been alive while it was happening. Spinister probably wasn’t gentle with that procedure since he thought he was working with a corpse; for all we know, Fulcrum’s got his sparkcase inside-out now.

Crankcase carries poor, faceless Krok over, and Fulcrum laments on the fact that Krok’s squad never turned up. Crankcase implies something ominous about Krok’s method of communication with his old squadron, then we get the skinny on Fulcrum’s whole deal.

Yes, yes, I know B’lahr 39 is a reference to Wizard of Oz actor Bert Lahr, who played the Cowardly Lion. I caught that one before I’d even checked TFWiki for interesting notes on this issue. I was a film major in college, I’m legally required to know every single bit of trivia about the Wizard of Oz. It’s the second thing they beat into you, right after watching Citizen Kane for the 87th time.

Also, how many nerds are going to be in this series? Fulcrum’s a technician, Krok’s a strategist, Spinister and 3/4 of the Lost Light are doctors in some form or fashion, Tarn’s a friggin drama kid, the list goes on.

When Fulcrum was caught, the original plan was to have him tortured and killed at Styx, a Decepticon penal colony, when plans changed and he got reformatted along with everyone else in the joint to be a suicide bomber.

If Fulcrum seems like a bit of a generic name for a giant space robot, it’s probably because it is. Fulcrum’s original alt-mode wasn’t a bomb- in fact, I have no idea what it’s meant to be. Word of God makes the claim that he turned into a leg prior to getting K-classed, but since Combiner teams have to be made in this continuity, that’s not what he came into being as. He’s got a tiddy window like Rung- something that will be more apparent when Josh Burcham is replaced by Joana Lafluente as the primary colorist for the comic run- but that seems more indicative of having minimal armor than any sort of alt.

Anyway, there’s something in the reformat to K-Con that compels one to switch to bomb mode when you jump ship- but it didn’t happen for Fulcrum, because he was so unbelievably terrified that he might have actually defied biology.

The others have stopped listening by this point, and have joined Spinister in poking the still-prone Grimlock with a stick. Misfire, in the first show of something like empathy we’ve really gotten from him, asks the fellas to help the poor guy up.

Sure, make the guy who’s a stiff breeze away from cracking in half lift the biggest motherfucker on this planet. Sounds like a plan.

Misfire does his damnedest to communicate to Grimlock that they come in peace.

Behold, the price of nostalgia!

This isn’t exactly where we left Grimlock last time he was in an IDW publishing. The last guy to have his hands on everyone’s favorite dinobot was Simon Furman, and he was a lot more well-spoken there. It would seem that no one got out of Garrus 9 unscathed.

This development is a bit of a problem for the Scavengers, who now aren’t quite sure what to do with a infamous warrior-bastard who’s mentally regressed to the point that he’s got to think about what his own name is. To be fair, most people wouldn’t know what to do in that sort of situation. Doesn’t help that the guy who usually has the braincell is currently passed out from face-based puncture trauma.

Misfire decides that they’ll take Grimlock along with them for collateral, and everyone is so impressed by him actually planning something out, they forget to think about the logistics of housing a whole entire T-Rex.

The guys, I guess just leaving Grimlock and the unconscious Krok in the dirt, go to find what’s left of Flywheels- basically the hips down is still intact. After a few kind words, the final rites are performed.

You will be missed, Flywheels, clearly.

You never see the Autobots resorting to cannibalism like this. Maybe they’re just better at making it not look like a vulture swarm.

Many, many months later, long after the Scavengers have left the planet of Clemency, a lone figure visits what’s left of dear Flywheels- it’s the Necrobot. That’s right, the Robo-Reaper is real, and it looks like he’s been busy.

…Spoilers, Necrobot! Come on!

After the story proper, we get a Meet the ‘Cons page. Let’s take a gander, shall we?

No.

NO.

NO!

I draw the line at this motherfucking sniper rifle having a college degree. What possible scientific field of study could he possibly-

It’s ballistics. He studied ballistics, didn’t he?

You know what? Fuck this, actually. See y’all later.

…Fuck you, Vos.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #issue 8 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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meismalis · 3 years ago

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my fianc�� is so sweet lol, he always wants to impress my dad and have my dad like him and my dad isn’t a very outwardly emotional guy so sometimes my fiancé feels like my dad doesn’t like him but I know he does and he’s said that he thinks he’s a great guy and a good guy for me and yes, at the beginning he may not have been fond of him as we were both addicts but we have since gotten clean and stayed clean for about 85% of our relationship. The fact that we both pulled ourselves out of absolute rock bottom and STAYED together is nothing short of a miracle. We have worked our way up from rock bottom and we’re doing well and on our way to doing great. My dad has said that he thinks my fiancé is a great guy, he’s a hard worker and always held a job and since we recovered has always taken care of us and made sure we were okay, and worked his ass off during the time period I took like 8 months off work due to crippling depression and just a horrible mental breakdown. My EI sickness benefits lasted for about 3 and a half months and then after that it was just him supporting the both of us, paying all the bills, working OT so I could continue treatment and therapy- dedicating all of his time to me and helping me get back on track and my dad saw this. He worked hard and eventually got back into the automotive industry and now he’s got a decent job as the a Service Advisor to a Pretty big Mechanical Company- works at an Industrial Truck Repair Shop and he’s basically the 2nd in command, the shop manager is the only one above him, he has keys to the place, closes it up, has a work phone they pay for, good benefits, decent pay, works a lot and in 3-4 years when the Shop Manager retires, he will 100% be taking over. Before he started working there, they were consistently losing money each month for a while because the manager was constantly undercutting the bys hours (the mechanics- like let’s say a job is supposed to take 3 hours but took 8 bc something unexpected came up and severely needed repairs- it ALWAYS happens- he’d constantly only bill the truck drivers out for 3 instead of 8) and he was also giving drivers $ off cause they asked and he wouldn’t fire anyone, so there were a couple bad mechanics that just didn’t do their job properly and took forever on a simple oil change or brake job but he doesn’t like confrontation so he just let them. ANYWAYS, my fiancé took over the billing and the first month he did- that place made money for the first time in months. He also spoke to a couple of the mechanics and gained their respect and they all like him and they do their job properly and without laziness now. My point is, he is doing great at his job and when the shop manager retires, he’ll 100% take over, so a decent pay raise and he gets a company truck (like a gooooood truck) and a company gas card so won’t have to pay for gas and then obv won’t pay for insurance either.

But yeah my dad really thinks my fiancé is great. ANYWAYS THE WHOLE REASON I STARTED THIS POST IS BC my bf texted me and was like “your dad texted me and asked me to stop by your step moms previous house and check in on the work the contractors are doing on the fence on my way home from work and he signed it from “your future father in law” 🥹

And I was just like 🥰

That probably made him so happy lol such a sweet man lol

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braindamageforbeginners · 7 years ago

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Day... Something

First off; this isn’t the final descent into Charlie Gordon territory; it’s just that my radiation treatments, chemotherapy, and experimental treatments have been desynchronized thanks to those slackasses in the radiation lab selfishly taking days off for Christmas and New Year’s (as I griped to the receptionist, “It’s just cancer, it can wait”). Although this is annoying, the current worst-case outcome of this situation is spending time arguing with pharmacies and insurance companies to coordinate things and get me more chemotherapy doses (or, as I call it nowadays, “Thursday”). I think it’s radiation day #13 (of 30) and chemo day #20 (of 42)(maybe; I might be looking at an extra week of chemo)(dreams do come true). But I’ll discuss that more later.

Big news; I think I have a solution - sort of - to the hair-loss problem. First of all, even though I always thought I wouldn’t be vain enough to be bothered by hair loss; but this one is definitely different - it’s not a sort-of natural bald look; it’s like a not-insignificant patch of scalp has been completely denuded by some deranged barber (which, come to think of it, isn’t totally inaccurate). And only on the right side of my head. In other words, if you saw me, you would undoubtedly know that there was something seriously wrong with me. I like to at least have a conversation with people before alerting them to that fact, so, like everything else, I figured it out. I took a multi-hat approach, which I’d recommend everyone else take. First off; you’re going to want a general-use, emergency-back-up hat that you can do most major activities in, because there’s a chance that becomes one of your primary hats (as, indeed, happened with me). You want a hat for the gym/errands/informal day-wear; in my case, this is the emergency back-up hat, because no one warned me the exact date when my hair would start falling out, and that was what I had. Fortunately, the emergency cap had the qualities I would recommend for the informal hat; it’s a baseball cap, so I don’t have a big brim that can snag when I’m doing shoulder presses; it’s leather and cloth, so I can sweat in it without fear; and if I completely destroy it, I’ll be out $10. And, even though it’s nothing I’d wear to a formal event, I don’t look too bad in it. However, for more formal activities (and “formal” here means “anything more important than going to the gym or corner store”), you’ll probably want something else. Feel free to do whatever you want; maybe your durable, sweaty cap will do double-duty for you (and, if so, kudos to you); I consulted with those sacred texts that always give me strength during the darkest hours - Wodehouse’s “Jeeves” stories, of course; and Wodehouse delivered the goods: ‘If I might suggest, sir – it is, of course, merely a palliative – but it has often been found in times of despondency that the assumption of formal evening dress has a stimulating effect on the morale.’ ‘You think I ought to put on a white tie? Spode told me black.’‘ “I consider that the emergency justifies the departure, sir.’” So, something with a little more pizzazz than the average cap. Not one of those awful trilbies every moron wears with their crocs - which, as an intriguing side-note, led me to a delightful primer on hat choices for the well-dressed gentleman (https://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/brand-thats-not-a-fedora-and-stop-wearing-it/). Something with enough brim to protect me from the ravages of the sun. You can probably see where I’m going with this; by the time I walked into Ye Olde Hattery, I had a pretty good idea what I wanted. As far as I can tell, the only downside to Stetson ownership is that you have to fight the urge to kill Gene Hackman with a Peacemaker. And it goes really well with long-sleeve button-up shirts, which I’m wearing more of, these days, thanks to those kidney-destroying antibiotics that make me sunshine-averse.

Good news, the radiation folks think my hair will grow back (which may or may not mean anything, since they also thought my hair loss would be minimal). They also reassured me that my weird, lop-sided look was somewhat trendy. The exact phrasing was, “You’re probably not into the tattoo or body-modification scene, but a lot of our patients in those circles have hair like that.” I think I get a gold star for not freaking out about how old that implication seems (not to mention I’ve had my skull pierced many times, and had to rebuild my neural pathways, which seems like a pretty dramatic modification). She (the radiation tech) wasn’t too happy when I pointed out that people who voluntarily choose to get haircuts like mine tend to terrorize college towns whilst besmirching the reputation of tiki torches.

I’m feeling probably worse than I ever have in my life. The good thing is, whenever I wake up, I know that’s probably about as horrible as I’ll feel all day, so at least that’s out of the way. The bad news is that the hangovers might kill me well before the cancer can. We’ve all had days where we woke up and quickly realized that was a mistake (waking up, I mean); we rarely get to wake up and felt - in every cell of our being - that it was a mistake. Thankfully, for those moments, there’s zofran, which gets my vote for greatest discovery of the 20th century. And not only does it take care of the nastiest chemo/radiation side effects, it so effectively destroys any tummy trouble that I can drink lots of coffee in a relatively short time - which is what it takes to get me moving, since, even with zofran and Tylenol, everything hurts, and I feel like I need a nap.

Good news; this week will mark the end of week 3, by the radiation calendar, and that’s when the worstest side effects are supposed to develop. Which doesn’t mean new symptoms or side effects can’t develop, or that current side effects can’t get worse (OH GOD, THE HAIR LOSS)(ALSO, OH GOD, THE SKULL-SPLITTING SUTURE-ACHES!); but, hopefully, if I can avoid the lethal tumor/inflammation headaches, seizures, and nausea this week, it’ll mean it’s less-likely to show up again in the coming year. I also used the word “hopefully,” which is usually an indication I’ve said something completely moronic and God is preparing to send an asteroid down on me. I might already have gotten a preview of that with the radiation calendar vs the chemo calendar discrepancy. For those of you at home; standard of care for GBM patients is thirty days of radiation treatment, spread over six weeks, and at-home chemo drugs every night for all six weeks. Followed by a rotation of 3-4 weeks without any treatment, and a week of chemo. Because I’m signed up for a miracle cure, my physicians want me in pretty much every single week for the next year for an infusion, or a blood sample, or a check-in, or more chemo, or maybe just to poke at me with a cattle prod (of course; that’s a best-case scenario; if everything goes horribly awry, they cut me loose after six weeks because the treatment’s not working). Unfortunately, because the radiation techs took off about a week for the holidays, I’ll burn through my temodar a week before my last radiation appointment. Right now, one of the nurses (and/or Research Coordinator) is working to reconcile these things. So, I can look forward to bureaucratic snags in the near future.

Anyway... WEIGHT: 217 lb. CONCENTRATION: Bad, but when you’re only getting a few hours of sleep a night and relying on assorted chemicals to prop you up. At this point, I’m really impressed by those people who can maintain a serious cocaine/heroin/alcohol addictions for years, because I’m completely burnt out after three weeks. Except for the zofran; I’m going to be completely reliant on that for years (that’s a somewhat tasteless joke, but I honestly have no idea how long all of this on-again, off-again treatment could go). MEMORY: Good. I think. I’m not sure; I haven’t really had a day requiring much recall. APPETITE: Good. ACTIVITY LEVEL: Excellent, considering that I start each day praying for death. I went to the gym today for several hours. SLEEP QUALITY: What sleep? COORDINATION/DEXTERITY: Pretty good. I haven’t had any accidents or major missteps in the last few days, which is excellent, for me. PHYSICAL: I am slowly becoming Bilious, the oh God of Hangovers (look it up). BUT, I haven’t puked (knock on wood), I haven’t missed any treatments. And I’m still going to the gym, so, ironically, from the neck down, I look better than I did ten years ago. SIDE EFFECTS: Far too many to count, but I’m still here and sort-of functioning. So, uh, hooray for that.

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howsit-going-toend · 8 years ago

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Please, Don’t Ever Be Sorry

A Kwon Jiyong scenario in which he consoles the reader for the terrible actions and harsh treatment to them by their ex.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: light mention of emotional abuse

(A/N: I’ve been having a hard time writing the next part in the series for this week and I apologize for not having the next part up as soon as planned. I’ve had a lot on my mind and a lot thrown at me recently. This scenario should explain why that is. I know those of us who endure such things would have given the world to have someone like Jiyong there to help as he does for Y/N in this scenario. Please enjoy)

It’s impossible to pinpoint the exact moment when everything got as bad as it did. When did the nights of fun and love turn to nights of jealousy, deceit, and pain? If you were being honest with yourself, they took a turn a long time ago. Your relationship with your now ex-boyfriend turned tumultuous pretty soon after you’d gotten together.

But you got through it the only way you knew was possible: by forgetting about your needs entirely, and allowing him to pick you back up by the hand and continue to drag you through the mud with him. You didn’t even care during the bad nights that it would be him throwing you face-first back into that mud. The next day would always begin with him telling you how much he loved you and all would be well once he offered his hand to pull you up once again.

You tried to explain such foolishness of your past self to your neighbor, Jiyong, as he sat with you inside your apartment, eyes never leaving your face.

He had been your immediate neighbor for quite a while; from well before the start of your relationship with your ex and every single up and down that came along with it. Soon after you first moved in, you and Jiyong would enjoy stopping by each other’s apartment for tea or to enjoy the newest drama that you both couldn’t get enough of. You’d gotten into the habit of knocking on each other’s doors enthusiastically, with a full fork in hand to get the other person to try the latest recipe you’d attempted. You found that you both had a lot in common and soon learned quite a lot about each other; like how his recipes were never the best, you never failed to trip on the first step into his apartment, and together you eventually watched the Goblin series 3 times in its entirety.

Jiyong realized pretty soon that he had quite the crush on his neighbor and tried to go about it as aloof as possible. He tried his best to admire you from afar and told himself that if certain feelings felt mutual, then that was when he would attempt to pursue you. You two had an undeniable chemistry and it felt as though you were lost in your own world within the confines or your apartments. After months of late night conversations, he had found an excuse to knock on your door just so he could get every feeling off his chest. But all his motivation and confidence came to a screeching halt once your door opened.

He wasn’t prepared for meeting anyone but you at that front door, and he definitely wasn’t prepared for meeting him.

“Hey, man, what’s goin on? Can we help you?” the tall, muscular prick said while flashing his pearly whites.

We.

“Oh I was just wondering if Y/N was home, but I didn’t mean to bother anyone so I’ll just be on my…”

“Jiyong! Hey, wait!”

You appeared at the door, too flustered to notice the expression on Jiyong’s face. His discomfort was clear as he paused and couldn’t decide to keep his arms crossed or uncrossed, all while avoiding eye contact. But this unusual change to his typical charm was easily written off in your mind; Jiyong was a very polite and respectful person and you figured that without any proper introduction to your boyfriend, he just didn’t know how to respond. After you introduced them, Jiyong continued the excuse he had come up with to talk to you, and proceeded to leave your doorstep bidding you both a good day.

The way you smiled as you said the word “boyfriend” haunted Jiyong for days. But you were too enthralled with the budding romance to pay any attention to your heartbroken neighbor.

After that day, through the rest of your relationship, the only times you spoke to or saw Jiyong were in the hallway in passing, or the off chance you shared an elevator. He missed seeing you as often as before, but kept his distance and interactions short to minimize the pain. How stupid he felt for falling for the literal girl next door and thinking things would work out in his favor.

But Jiyong would eventually realize that the genuine smile he longed to see hadn’t graced your lips in a very long time.

The walls were very thin in this complex so he could hear absolutely everything when nights were bad. He heard the way that bastard would speak to you; how he would bring up your past that you told him about in confidence and throw it in your face to make you out to be a horrible person, while he drank himself away into a screaming monster. The things he would say through slurred speech were unspeakably hurtful and yet he said it all like it was nothing. Jiyong heard all of this, for nearly two years, and it completely tore him apart.

There were several occasions where he couldn’t sit by and listen any further and he knocked profusely on your door until you answered. But you would always only open the door enough to peek part of your tear stained face out to tell Jiyong that everything was fine and you were just “having a private moment.” He didn’t believe you for a second, but he knew it wasn’t his place to push further. He would analyze your face as much as he could in the days he caught a glimpse of you after explosive nights with your boyfriend; ensuring there wasn’t a scratch or scuff in sight. There would be no way he could hold himself back given any shred of proof that son of a bitch was putting his hands on you.

But right now, in this moment as you confided in him, Jiyong’s anger only centered on himself. He was furious with himself for not pushing that door open all those nights and punching that piece of shit in the mouth. He felt like he let you down and that hurt like nothing else.

After one last horrible explosion the night before, you had kicked your boyfriend out in the morning and remained a crumbling mess on the floor of your living room ever since. Jiyong had heard your sobs through the walls and after hesitantly knocking on the door, you answered and immediately wrapped your arms around him. You both sat on the couch as he held one of your hands tightly within both of his, asking what the hell happened. He listened to you explain the story of your relationship with your ex and heard every word leave your lips with further heartbreak.

Your former boyfriend was an alcoholic that had said the absolute worst things that anyone has ever said to you when he was drunk. But you thought that since it only happened when he was intoxicated, then things would be better if you helped him get sober. You thought you could fix him. But dozens upon dozens of relapses, sleepless nights, and “promise me this is the last time” proved you dead wrong. Jiyong’s eyes teared up listening to all that you went through and how you thought that it was your responsibility all along.

The second you started insulting yourself saying “maybe he’s right…” Jiyong reached out and gently lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“You have been through so much, Y/N. And you didn’t deserve absolutely any of it. Don’t ever think for a second that anything that bastard has said is true. You are worth so much more than being treated that way and you deserve someone who wants to give you the universe. I am so sorry you had to go through this for so long, but you know what? I’m proud of you, Y/N. I’m proud of you for kicking him out of this apartment and out of your life. You are free now. You are free to live your life and do anything and everything it takes to ensure your own happiness. You deserve that more than anyone I know.”

You couldn’t fight any of the tears escaping your eyes as you settled your face into his hand and listened to him say every word with such compassion. For the first time in what felt like years, the tears coming out of your eyes were tears of joy. You couldn’t believe the words leaving Jiyong’s mouth and your heart warmed with each and every one of them. You were speechless.

“You don’t even have to say anything. You’ve fought for yourself for so long, now please let me do something for you. Please, stay at my place. Just for a little while, until you’re sure all of his things are gone and he won’t be coming back here. We don’t even have to talk if you need some time to yourself. It won’t be very good but I’ll even cook for you every day. You can sleep in my bed, while I make a spot for myself on the couch. I just want to make sure you’re safe. Please, do this for me.”

You managed to nod your head in between tears and pulled Jiyong in as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you as tight as he could while the two of you sat that way for a while. You sobbed and thanked him for everything he said and accepted his unbelievably kind offer.

Though he was heartbroken for you and everything you had to endure, Jiyong felt a warmth return to his heart as he helped you move some of your things to his apartment. He made the couch for himself with a blanket and pillow and made the bed for you, as he wanted, ensuring that you were nothing but comfortable. After you parted ways and headed towards his room to end the night, you stopped at the door and looked back at Jiyong on the couch.

“Jiyong. I really am so sorry that you had to hear everything you’ve heard through these walls all this time. I know it was a lot and…”

“Please, don’t ever be sorry, Y/N.” Jiyong cut you off before you could continue to apologize for your ex’s actions. “None of it was your fault and you didn’t ask for it to happen. Now get yourself some sleep, ok? You deserve it.”

After he reassured you that he would be right outside the door if you needed anything from him, you smiled and thanked him before closing the bedroom door for the night. As Jiyong lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, all he could do was think of you and everything you’d said to him. Seeing you smile genuinely again meant the absolute world to him.

Maybe Jiyong cared for you more than either of you knew. Hell, maybe he loved you. Maybe you loved him too. But whatever was to happen between the two of you, Jiyong decided that night to put all his dreams of you together to the side for a while. All he cared about was your happiness and doing everything and anything he could to help you achieve it, whether it included him in the end or not. You really did deserve the universe and he wanted to give it to you.

#g dragon scenarios #g dragon fluff #g dragon fanfiction

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funnycutcats · 6 years ago

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How to Cat Gets to Like You

How to Cat Gets toLike You

I’m jealous of dog people. You can meet a dog by just walking up to it on the street. A typical dog trusts you instantly. But the average cat must be won over. I talked to three cat behavior experts, who explained why cats are like this, and walked through strategies for making friends with someone else’s cat, even in a single sitting.

Treat it like a wild animal

Why are cats, even those that have only known humans to be kind and friendly, so standoffish? I knew they don’t have all the selective breeding of dogs. But I didn’t appreciate the scope of this difference until I talked to science writer Tom McNamee, author of The Inner Life of Cats. Humans have been breeding dogs for 100,000 years, he says. Cats have only lived with humans for 5,000 years, ever since North African wildcats started hanging around as ratters. And until the last couple of centuries, “they’ve been hanging around barns,” says McNamee, with none of the selective breeding that turned wolves into hundreds of specialized dog breeds. We’ve only kept pet cats in the house for the last couple of centuries. So they’re not that different from each other, or from their wild ancestor. “You could steal a North African wildcat kitten,” he says, “and it’d make a pretty decent cat.” And because cats are basically still wild, they can’t be trained, at least not the way dogs can. “Cats are not dogs,” says Jackson Galaxy, author of Total Cat Mojo and host of Animal Planet’s My Cat From Hell (returning September 1). “I know that sounds insulting to say, but we always default to looking at cats through dog-colored glasses. We have to afford cats the same sort of dignity we do with a human.” That means a much slower introduction process, and respecting that a cat is still programmed to be a self-sufficient hunter. A cat starts picking up signals as soon as you enter a home. It can smell other animals on you, even dogs you recently walked past, says cat behaviorist Mieshelle Nagelschneider, author of The Cat Whisperer. So if you know you’re about to meet a cat, try not to show up reeking of other animals. If you’re really going all-in, you could spray your shoes with a pheromone-like Comfort Zone or Feliway. These are usually sold as sprays or diffusers to discourage territorial behavior, but they do this by calming the cat, not irritating it. Once you get inside the home, avoid blocking any perceived exits, says Galaxy. Cats are territorial and wary, so “they’re looking at the whole room strategically.” You’re trying to classify yourself as an ally instead of a threat. That should dictate all your behavior around the cat.

Act like a cat hater

Allergic people and spurned cat lovers agree: It feels like cats always head toward the one person who doesn’t want their company. This makes sense, says McNamee, because all the usual moves that cat-lovers make, like walking toward the cat making kissy noises, are counter-productive. Here’s how to avoid seeming like a threat: Don’t look the cat in the eyes. And don’t come straight at it. Wait for the cat to come to you, while you look down at the floor. Don’t tower over the cat. Slump your shoulders, hands in your lap, or sit down on the floor. “Have the owner sit with you,” says McNamee. “The cat gets the idea that you’re an ally.” Don’t make noise. Talk very quietly. Keep away noisy kids or dogs. Don’t thrust your hand out at it. Once a cat gets used to your presence, you want to gently offer it a finger to sniff, but you need to do this stealthily. Don’t point or hold your palm out. Galaxy recommends a move he calls the “Michelangelo,” where you dangle your hand with a finger hanging out. Your fingertip looks like a cat nose, says Galaxy. “And you can introduce your nose to their nose.” Watch him demonstrate the move: Don’t rush. Watch for the cat to demonstrate confidence with you, says Galaxy, by walking through the middle of the room or rubbing up against you. Take your time building up to a pet. “You don’t want to pat them on the side or bop them on the top of the head,” says McNamee. Go for the cheeks and behind the ear—spots with glands, where kittens get licked by their mother. Even when a cat is rubbing up on you, “that isn’t necessarily an invitation to pet them,” says Nagelschneider. If you reach too soon, you can break the cat’s trust. Don’t give up. “If the cat runs away, you haven’t lost the game, but you’ve lost around,” says McNamee. Galaxy adds, “In my show, you’ll see my first encounter with these cats seems to go horribly. I can always get them to forgive me.”

Activate hunter mode

Nagelschneider suggests a more proactive method: play with the cat using a wand toy or laser pointer. “It’s a preemptive strategy to keep that fear out of the equation,” she says. “It helps them feel confident and relaxed around you.” You want a confident cat, and not just because that is the cutest thing to imagine. A confident cat isn’t as afraid. “You can trick their little cat brains.” A wand toy lets the cat keep their distance while interacting with you, especially if you slide it behind couches or in other spots to make the “prey” more realistic. “The one little trick is to trigger what’s called their seeking circuit,” says Nagelschneider. Galaxy is skeptical of this approach: "Confidence only comes on their terms. Presently there is no way to bypass what their ancestry is telling them to do. " You could try the play method after you've established some trust. It doesn't instantly succeed over every cat, but I've certainly gotten more love from a good friend's cat after giving it some laser pointer action. You can also go for straight-up bribery. Put a treat on the floor, "maybe three feet away, " says McNamee. Then leave treats closer and closer. Galaxy suggests dropping treats like "pennies from heaven, " again avoiding direct contact that could feel too much like confrontation. Feeding the kitty its normal meal is another great opportunity, says McNamee. "Put the food down in their usual place and then sit next to it. inches Make your cat visitor-friendly There's only so much that you can do to win over a new cat. Yet if you're a cat owner, there's a whole lot you can do to help your cats get along better with visitors. A good works better if the cat only gets it for special occasions, says Galaxy. "Nothing wrong with bribery. " In fact, he believes bribery should be more fundamental to treat-giving. "I'm not a fan of just doling out treats for nothing at all. Food is all we've acquired. They don't provide a rip about making us happy. It's just not part of their wiring, as opposed to dogs. inches He suggests reserving one "jackpot" treat for guests alone to hand out. Ideally, a visit from a guest should be like a visit from Santa. As an owner, you can advocate for your cats and give visitors all the advice above. "We feel uncomfortable telling people what to do or what not to do, " says Galaxy, but "it's OK for you to protect your cat in that respect. " An individual wants to freak out your friend--if they feel anxious, the cat will read that and get stressed too. You want to help them understand what appeals to your cat. In his book, Galaxy even recommends that guests dismiss a cat on the first visit, and wait for later visits to ascertain trust. Raise a more friendly cat "Fear is always present" in a kitty, says McNamee. "They're very easily spooked. So if you can arrange their lives so that they don't get scared, it makes life a lot easier. inches That includes taking treatment of their cat litter box, their feeding habits, and even more which explored in all three of these experts' literature. A whole lot of cat habit is set during its childhood. "There's a certain way of raising kittens that will give you a much more friendly, domesticated cat, " says McNamee. An under-appreciated study, covered in the publication, indicates that kittens dealt with as early as one or two weeks old (instead of the standard several weeks) are better socialized as adults. He also recommends that cats stay with their mother for the first 12-16 several weeks, rather than being taken away after seven. Short of breeding cats for friendliness--which McNamee feels would deceive them of their appealing wildness--a well-socialized kittenhood is the best way to make a friendly cat. Following that, it's far more work for the cat fan. follow us on : Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Google+ Read the full article

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within-my-disintegrating-mind · 7 years ago

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Delayed post: 3/11/18

I’m crying. A lot.

Right now my situation is as follows:

1) Preexisting anxiety (maxed out on meds already)

2) Preexisting depression (maxed out on meds already)

3) Preexisting chronic pain with misc. untreatable issues. (maxed out on meds aleady)

4) All of the above are currently being exacerbated. My anxiety is now crippling.

5) My every day level of pain has increased.

6) My depression has spiraled out of control.

7) In the last year, my health has declined sharply. And by that, I mean tanked. I’ve been a walking, living example of Murphy’s law. What can go wrong, has gone wrong. I’ve broken my foot. I’ve gotten pneumonia that lasted almost 2 months. I’ve had a mystery abscess in the right axilla...started as a bump. turned into terrible cellulitis with a palpable abscess, was put on 4 antibiotics...the cellulitis that eventually resolved and there was the “stripe” across my LL arm. A bump. A mystery bump. That turned into a giant bruise/swelling all over the lower forearm. It has changed colors, changed amount of swelling, changed from horrible I have unrelenting pain...it was bad before all of this happened, when it was just the migraines, the shoulders, the TMJ...but with this? It feels like when I was diagnosed with RSD 7-9th grade. I went to every doctor imaginable now, my parents put me through torture, not knowing what it was, and ultimately I ended up in agony, daily, back then. For years. There was no cure. There is no cure. It’s another invisible fucking disease that no one can see and no one understands. It has painful treatments that may or may not marginally affect the pain level temporarily, which I have tried. In my last treatment, I’m fairly sure I almost died...I walked out and felt all the symptoms of local anesthetic toxicity, and managed to stumble back in before blacking out. With my heart racing, my ears ringing, my tongue numb, diaphoresis, and hyperventilating, I thought I really might die. Lidocaine has a short half life so the symptoms were short lived, but it still scared the shit out of me. I was scared so shitless. Between the pain, the anxiety, fear, and the all encompassing sadness, I’m becoming more and more depressed. I see no hope for myself.

I don’t want to die, but I do. I don’t want to live like this. Practically every moment is torture. If I’m not being plagued by pain, it’s the anxiety; if not the anxiety, it’s the depression. A spiral. I see no end. Mark would see that and assume I meant, “Mark causes me torture”. Not the depression, anxiety, and pain. But Mark. Mark would be wrong, of course, but he doesn’t care what the cause is, he assumes that it is him.

My doctor has sent me to see a therapist. Or more accurately, things have gotten bad enough that I have agreed to see a therapist. His name is Jordan. I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown. If I didn’t think so, I wouldn’t go. There are too many outside forces in play now. And the person who is supposed to be my shelter, my rock, my love, is upset with me. I don’t know the right things to say or do.

Mark is upset that I won’t share what goes on in my private therapy sessions. I don’t know about other people, but rehashing what goes on in private therapy sesions doesn’t sound pleasant to me. I I have something to share I would. Jordan does couples therapy, if he eels so inclined he can go to that. Mark told me that he’s upset that I won’t share with him what happens during my therapy. He finds it offensive that I won’t talk about it. He feels “left out”. He is also of the opinion that I find him unattractive , thus we have sex less often, and I initiate less often. I have a news flash, a fucking news flash...I AM IN THERAPY. I am DEPRESSED. I HVE DEBILITATING ANXIETY. I am in UNBEARABLE amounts of pain. People kill themselves over the pain that I have. TMJ/chronic pain/trigeminal neuralgia have the highest suicide rates of other. My quest to take less drugs is failing because I hurt so badly that I have to take more, just to survive the hour. And Mark tells me, tonight, that I make him feel “gross” and “unattractive” because I no longer initiate sex. To be clear, it’s because I’m in severe pain. Because I’m at the bottom of some depressive pit. Because I can’t handle the anxiety. It’s because of ME and my problems. It’s my anxiety, my depression, my problems. It’s about ME and how I’m feeling, about how I’m hurting, about how I can’t get up and look in the fucking mirror, it’s ME. Not HIM. But I don’t understand how this is about him. I understand how he might feel that way before thinking about all the facts, seeing me the way I am, understanding that I feel like death might be easier at this point than living the way I am now. But AFTER hearing all that, he still persists in telling me about how I make him feel awful about himself. He tells me that he has “accepted that I don’t want to do anything or be seen outside with him and he’s ok with that”, he no longer feels lonely or sad when he goes out and does stuff (which he doesn’t necessarily invite me for). He goes out for a walk on the beach in the cold, without inviting me, and then says I no longer like to go to walk on the beach with him. That’s not true, I just would rather go on the beach when it’s warmer. Etc. He makes it seem like I advertised myself as an ultra extrovert and am not reneging on my advertisement. I’ve always said I was an introvert. I have always said that I have trouble with people. I have always said that I prefer to stay home. I don’t feel like telling me “I have accepted that you don’t like to do anything with me so I just go and do them and I don’t feel bad about it like I used to, or embarrassed, I just do them by myself” is that conducive to making me feel better. I don’t think that’s a fair judge of how I feel/how I’m acting/what my options are. He says that I no longer laugh with him. That’s not true, firstly, and secondly I don’t laugh as much in comparison to a year ago because of ALL THE SHIT I LISTED ABOVE. I’m DEPRESSED. I’m ANXIOUS. I’m TERRIFIED that I’m going to die from an unknown illness of unknown origin.

I try to be so supportive of him. I Try to help when I can. I try to lessen his workload if at all possible. I offer my advice when I think it’s being solicited, although recently I don’t think that my advice is going over very well. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what I can do to help him. I try and see it from his perspective, he’s going through a lot, he’s under a boatload of pressure, he’s taking on too much. He feels pressure from me whether or not I’m actually pressuring him. So his misery is caused by me. His stress is caused by me. Which causes me stress. Into this unfortunate spiral.

Am I supposed to pray for help to figure this out?

An I supposed to pray for myself? for him?

Should I do nothing and hope for the end, the bottom of the pit? It has to be the bottom. Right? There has to be a bottom? Scary as shit, that this might not be the bottom. I Hurt enough to want to die and the pain still has somewhere to go. Some way to get amplified. Every time I think I’ve hit the max, the bar gets changed.

Should I be hoping for death? Put me out of my misery, put him out of his. if he no longer has to deal with me dragging him down, he will succeed in all his endeavors. Hard to wish that I get hit by a car when I only leave the house for doctor’s appointments.

If I become lucky and die in my sleep, from one of the 23523 different things that could happen to me now, please know that I love you google ^ google, Mark. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for causing you pain, now and in the past. I’m sorry for failing at life, for having all these things happen to me and not knowing how to deal with them. I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better friend or female role model to Cailie. I’m sorry I wasn’t the woman you thought I was. I’m sorry I didn’t support you better. I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel more attractive. I’m sorry that I didn’t feel particularly sexual as my symptoms grew more intense and the pain started taking over my life. I should have been able to overcome those and give you the sex that you need. I have always loved you. I hope you can remember me just as you did during the first few times you met me, before you knew how fucked up I was, and before I fucked you up. Cremate me and scatter me in the ocean. Don’t let my parents take my body. Please don’t tell them how fucked up I have become. Please tell Nik I’m sorry, tell my Grandma that I love her, and if you can find my sister let her know that I still love her. Please take care of Onyx and Kimmie.

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spiritualgravity · 7 years ago

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A Dance with my Daughter

When I was pregnant with Isabella, I would play classical music for her through something called “Belly Buds.” My dear friend gave them to me as a gift. My husband absolutely loved the idea of having her listen to music while in the womb. If it wasn’t for him, I would have forgotten to do it most evenings. While I watched TV or read a book, I’d put the buds up against my lower belly for 30 minutes.

My pregnancy, from start to finish, was incredibly challenging — both mentally and physically. The labor was also incredibly challenging — all 36 hours — both mentally and physically. It seems that this challenging journey to parenthood was a glimpse into what was ahead.

As a first time Mom, I had absolutely no idea what to expect about caring for, and keeping a newborn baby, alive. Notice I didn’t say keeping a baby…happy. You see, I quickly learned that I had to lower my expectations. The first 3 months of a baby’s life is considered their 4th trimester, it just happens to be outside the uterus. They aren’t used to the bright lights, cold air, and freedom. The goal is to try and recreate their life inside the womb as much as humanly possible until they get adjusted.

When I would talk to my business leadership coach that my company generously pays for me to have a one-hour talk with every month, I would explain that I simply could not plan running and maintaining my at-home, entrepreneur-style business because I did not know what the first few months would be like. How could I know if I would be able to attend a video conference call if the baby was breastfeeding? How could I know if I would be able to attend a 4-hour training event if the baby wasn’t able to nap? So I decided to grant myself a self-proclaimed 12-week maternity leave.

My gut instinct was correct. I truly had no clue on the deepest level what this experience would be like. When an innocent bystander, family member or friend would ask as early as week three, “So, are you on a schedule now?” I felt an ulcer develop in my soul. Or my favorite suggestion, “Sleep when the baby sleeps.” I happen to have a baby that, coincidently, doesn’t fancy sleeping.

Very early on, around 2 weeks in, we realized we had a special needs baby on our hands. To name just a few superlatives, Bella has reflux (this means she’d scream in pain when acid would come flying up her esophagus / throat, was very uncomfortable, and spitting up was quite common). The pediatrician prescribed a medication that seemingly did not work. We were told that there was essentially no reason to keep playing with other medications because if the first one did not work, then none of them would and she’d have to outgrow this condition hopefully between month three and month six. The doctor also explained that recent studies have shown the risk of keeping her on reflux medication long-term outweighed the immediate result, which wasn’t much. Bella is also considered colicky. The definition means the baby is younger than 5 months old, cries for more than 3 hours, 3 days a week, for 3 weeks straight. There is no cure or treatment for this, either. Sure there are dozens and dozens of gadgets and gizmos, but none of them really made a big difference. Bella is a very poor sleeper, both day and night. In addition, Bella has an intolerance for dairy, eggs, and soy. I could write a dissertation about what this experience has been like for me, eliminating lots of foods (which as it turns out, everything processed has soy in it), but I’ll save you the pity party and raise you a piece of mozarella cheese instead.

Our baby would not sit or lay in any kind of contraption that lines our house from wall to wall. A Boppy Lounge pillow, a swing, a bouncer, a bassinet — nada. So, for the first 4 weeks of her life, she slept on top of me. Which means, I did not sleep for 4 straight weeks. I also held her during daylight hours.

We finally got her to sleep in a Rock ’n Play, which after consuming an embarrassing amount of product research, I swore I wouldn’t let it be her main sleep device. It’s only meant to be a napping tool. That went out the window once our sanity was on the chopping block.

Speaking of naps, I just put baby down 12 minutes ago for a nap, and she is waking up now. This has been our reality. Essentially, every text book baby manual has been the complete opposite in our storybook. Newborn babies “should” sleep for approximately 17-18 collective hours. Ours would sleep for about 10 hours. That’s 14 hours of keeping a baby alive — not happy — who did not want to be put down in anything.

It turns out I am now ambidextrous; I learned how to use my left hand to eat, text, and type. Miss Bella was attached to me around the clock, and still very much is today.

By weeks 5-6, I was acutely aware of why sleep deprivation is used as a torture tool. I would cry, a lot, out of frustration. And complete and total exhaustion.

At this time, I randomly developed a horrible eye infection. I went to a primary care physician’s office, which happened to be the day before my 6-week OB/GYN postpartum appointment. The PCP was a new office closer to home, and so I had to complete lots of new patient paperwork. When the nurse was going through the paperwork and asked me a series of questions, it turns out she inadvertently diagnosed me with postpartum depression. When the doctor walked in, before even addressing my one-eyed-monster face, she immediately informed me that I was flagged for “moderate to severe PPD” and nearly threatened me, in the kindest way possible, to make sure I talk to my OB/GYN about it the next day. Lovely.

The one time I could have used support, the critical people in our lives — our two mothers — were both unavailable due to extreme circumstances. My mother had 2 major back-to-back surgeries and was bed ridden at home while she recovered. My mother-in-law lost a family member who lived overseas and she left for nearly 2 months immediately following Bella’s birth to spend time in her home country and mourn the loss. I have never felt more alone in my entire 38 years on earth. My husband and I were on a deserted island, together, and stranded without any relief in sight. Friends would stop by here and there to meet the baby and drop off a dish of food, and it filled my heart with happiness to know that people were thinking of us. But, there is nothing that replaces a mother’s hug or hand of support. Nothing.

The next day I was given a prescription for Zoloft. The best part of this story is, Zoloft’s side effect was insomnia — the very cause of my PPD. The fluctuation in hormones I’m sure plays a part, but I’m convinced staying alive AND keeping a baby alive without much sleep is the ultimate culprit.

After giving this medication 4 weeks, I recently switched to another medication, which hopefully will allow me to get into REM sleep again when Bella gives me the limited opportunity.

I am not ashamed to share my story, feeling depressed, because it’s actually quite common. Many women in my life have admitted to me that they think they had PPD after giving birth, but never talked to anyone about it or received help. One in seven women suffers from PPD but 50% are never detected. I was prepared to have “baby blues” which happens the first two weeks after delivery, but never PPD.

We just crossed the 9-week mark with our little girl and continue to face pretty significant challenges, particularly in the sleep department. She has FOMO — Fear of Missing Out. She hates going down for naps. We have to rock her to sleep with white noise and most times, she’ll fight it with all of her might. This process has become nothing short of debilitating. My lower back is in knots, and my heart is ripped out on the regular trying to console this little one while she screams bloody murder and tries to wiggle her way out of our arms.

I have read books, downloaded baby development apps, absorbed thread after thread on Mommy message boards, been added to multiple Facebook Mother groups, and feverishly texted friends who have come before me with similar baby issues. If there is a trick, I have tried it. I have even been acutely aware of my own energy to make sure the anxiety is not rubbing off on the baby, to the best of my ability.

She is “healthy” as far as growing and her overall condition as a tiny human. For that, I am eternally grateful and know that others have it much, much worse with terminal or chronic conditions. But the struggle to survive has been real, day in and day out and has taken a massive toll on everyone living under our roof. Someone recently told me about Unicorn babies, and Dragon babies. Unicorn babies are the ones you hear about when the parent says, “Baby XYZ was SO easy. I was lucky.” Bella is a Dragon baby. She is stubborn, strong-willed, breathes fire, and is super duper needy.

Last week Bella had some kind of divine intervention because for one week she got all the way up to 6 consecutive hours of sleep in the evening, and a few days of a 90 minute nap vs. her usual 30 minute naps. But this past Monday she received her immunizations and has spiraled downhill ever since then. The last 3 nights have sucked the life out of me, and this morning at 6:45am, I sobbed. I sobbed while gasping for breath. I couldn’t stop crying for nearly 30 minutes.

I cried for all of it. For my marriage which has been put to the test due to an inordinate amount of impatience. For particular people in my life who haven’t been supportive and only caused additional stress. For being trapped in my house for 2 months {she hates, hates, hates the car seat and car rides}. For being a prisoner to feeding my daughter as an exclusive breastfeeder and suddenly decided she did not want to use a bottle which was my only source of relief from time to time. But mostly, I cried because I am so damn tired.

When it was time to “rock” Bella for her mid-morning nap today, I had just gotten off my monthly business coaching call and still had my Apple Airpods in my ears (wireless headphones). I had an idea. I would play a Pandora music station on my phone and stream it through bluetooth in my ears. Maybe, just maybe, listening to music turned up extra loud in my ears would drown out her screams and make the 15-20 minute experience of willing her to nap a little bit more tolerable. I prepared Bella by putting her in her sleep suit since she loathes being swaddled, and got the iPad white noise app ready too. I hit play on Pandora, and classical music began.

I evidently have not listened to music since I was pregnant and played it for Bella in my belly.

I put her head on my shoulders and held her across my chest, bracing myself for the inevitable. Instead, she fell asleep. Right away. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep. No crying. No tears. No kicking. She just drifted off to sleep, instantly.

But I didn’t put her down right away.

I danced with her. I listened to the beautiful music of gentle instrumental piano sounds, and slowly waltzed in circles with my 10 pound, 11 ounce baby. And I sobbed. I sobbed because this morning during my 30 minute cry fest, I prayed. I prayed for mercy. So now I sobbed from gratitude.

I danced with my daughter and swirled around with her in my arms for several minutes while she was sound asleep. That moment with her was everything, second to her smile.

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easyweight101 · 7 years ago

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Belle Epoque Eye Cream Review (UPDATED 2017): Don’t Buy Before You Read This!

Belle Epoque Eye Cream is an eye cream that boasts a range of manufacturer claims that this is better than Botox. This cream is designed to fight wrinkles, dark circles, puffiness and sagging skin with regular use.

Belle Epoque Eye Cream contains a blend of antioxidants that work to heal damaged skin cells, while adding a new layer of protection against damage. The makers of this product never mention specific ingredients in the formula, so we don’t know for sure how it works to provide the claims mentioned above.

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Belle Epoque Eye Cream Ingredients and Side Effects

The makers of Belle Epoque Eye Cream have failed to provide users with a list of ingredients used to make this product. The official website says the product features antioxidants and collagen-boosting ingredients, but we don’t know what that means:

Antioxidants

Antioxidants: Antioxidants reduce the effects of sickness, sun damage, stress, inflammation and more. They also stimulate new cell growth and repair dry or damaged skin by penetrating into deeper layers.

Antioxidants do work to neutralize incoming free radical damage—whether that’s caused by poor diet, pollution or something else—making them a powerful addition to any skincare regimen.

The problem here is we don’t know where these antioxidants come from. Antioxidants can be sourced from a number of plants, vitamins and more—it’s strange that the web copy doesn’t even attempt to specify this important piece of information.

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Belle Epoque Eye Cream Quality of Ingredients

Belle Epoque Eye Cream seems like it has some potential to be a decent eye cream. For one, the web copy claims it diminishes the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines, boosts collagen production, and adds a layer of protection to the skin surrounding the eye area.

It’s rather difficult for us to discuss the efficacy of this product, at least based on the ingredient list. The information is far too vague—leaving plenty of room for a cream loaded with fillers or harsh ingredients.

The website makes mention that the product contains many immune-system boosting ingredients—a product feature that doesn’t necessarily make sense. But, then again, the site also says the product works better than Botox and shaves 10 years off of your appearance—just like that.

Sure, certain things like vitamin C improve immune health when taken orally, but this description could be interpreted as a sign this company isn’t well versed in the language used by the skincare industry.

In all, we can’t fairly review a product with no ingredient list—something that should be considered a major red flag for consumers.

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We’ve reviewed countless anti-aging products, and as a result can spot some of the shadier business tactics with relative ease. Sadly, it seems that Belle Epoque Eye Cream is just another scam that sucks people in by enrolling them in a free trial offer.

The free trial is far from free. Users are required to enter credit card information in order to receive their trial offer and are automatically enrolled in a monthly payment cycle, typically costing users an unauthorized $80 or $90 a month.

Belle Epoque Eye Cream is quite expensive—especially when you consider that this company hasn’t even bothered to provide clinical evidence this stuff works. $90 is a lot for most consumers to spend on top-shelf, dermatologist recommended products with proven results—it’s amazing that the people behind this cream are charging this much.

Long story short, it may be a better deal to go ahead and get Botox or troubleshoot your various antiaging options with a dermatologist.

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Business of Belle Epoque Eye Cream

Belle Epoque Eye Cream is made by a company we know very little about. Again, this particular free trial scheme is nothing new, and there are countless examples of this—from Facebook videos to fake surveys that appear to be sponsored by legitimate companies.

Belle Epoque Eye Cream features a number of sweeping claims, along with a few images of women who have had their wrinkles “magically disappear.” The before and after photos are clearly Photoshopped and there is no data backing any of the claims.

The site (or rather, multiple sites) feature a form with the call to action, “Rush my trial” in bold letters, prompting the visitor to input their information to get their sample.

Unfortunately, this predatory business practice is all too common. Users have reported paying over $600 to this company, while others have mentioned they’ve had to resort to cancelling their credit card in order to get out of the automatic billing cycle.

In the end, bringing these fraudulent business practices to light serves as a good reminder for users to be careful when purchasing products online. Look out for unsecured connection, a lack of pricing information and grand claims that seem too good to be true.

Customer Opinions of Belle Epoque Eye Cream

We’ve come across many red flags during our evaluation of Belle Epoque Eye Cream, but one of the biggest ones is the lack of customer recommendations. This product has gotten plenty of attention on the web, most being negative comments about how this company stole money from the people who signed up for the free trial offer.

Unfortunately, the comments below reflect the full customer experience, not so much the results people go from actually using this cream. Here’s a quick look:

“Oh wow. This company is sick. They’ve cheated me out of my hard earned cash by sending these tiny “samples” costing consumers over $89 a month. When I tried to get a refund, I was told I couldn’t.”

“I ordered both the eye treatment and the face cream and broke out in a horrible rash. I’ve sent several unopened bottles back to the company in hopes of a refund and have gotten nothing back. Scam!”

“This product made me break out with tiny red bumps. I tried cancelling right away, as I wasn’t happy with the free sample. Lady hung up on me, but I thought I was in the clear. Charged $100 a few days later.”

“I know I’m saying the same thing as everyone else, but this company is terrible. They’ve really obscured as much information as possible. Invoices are unlabeled, shipments are random and reps are rude.”

This product has notably bad reviews. People were disappointed with the lack of customer service on the part of this company, as well as the fact that this product made them break out in hives.

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Conclusion – Does Belle Epoque Eye Cream Work?

Belle Epoque Eye Cream is another product that is part of a network of scam eye creams and wrinkle reducers. All of these sites share the same website template, and charge the same amount per each order that customers receive.

As with most of these products, there’s no solid evidence that Belle Epoque yields any meaningful results. At, nearly $90 a pop, users should be getting something much better results—or any results at all.

There is no customer service to speak of. Users might be able to catch someone on the phone, but have reported being hung up on, refused returns and no action when they’ve demanded shipments be canceled.

In the end, we don’t know if Belle Epoque Eye Cream works. There’s a small chance it contains some good ingredients, but there’s no customer base backing any of the sweeping claims put forth on the website.

The problem is, there are so many red flags at play. We’d advise customers avoid this marketing scams at all cost, instead buying from reputable e-commerce platforms or shopping in a physical store.

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within-my-disintegrating-mind · 7 years ago

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I’m crying. A lot.

Right now my situation is as follows:

1) Preexisting anxiety (maxed out on meds already)

2) Preexisting depression (maxed out on meds already)

3) Preexisting chronic pain with misc. untreatable issues. (maxed out on meds aleady)

4) All of the above are currently being exacerbated. My anxiety is now crippling.

5) My every day level of pain has increased.

6) My depression has spiraled out of control.

Am I supposed to pray for help to figure this out? An I supposed to pray for myself? for him? Should I do nothing and hope for the end, the bottom of the pit? It has to be the bottom. Right? There has to be a bottom? Scary as shit, that this might not be the bottom. I Hurt enough to want to die and the pain still has somewhere to go. Some way to get amplified. Every time I think I’ve hit the max, the bar gets changed.

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