#tw: hospital mention

[cosmic-ships]

"We had to step away for a bit... Kaden took a nasty fall while outside. My angel had a terrible vertigo attack and was emitted to hospital. Staying by their side."

[xtinyslip]

gideon had heard bits and pieces about what had happened to his dad. no, nothing that any of the nurses would confirm and it wasn't as if anyone had been to see him since then. he couldn't have heard right that parker done that? even if he had... right now, he would have done anything to see him. after all, he wasn't supposed to get out of bed and it had been how long since anyone would properly speak to him? he didn't even get edgar or cecilia visiting since all the chaos he'd heard outside the hospital wing. they'd rushed his dad somewhere but why couldn't they let him be here with him? well, he didn't know whether it was the medication he was on had started to wear off. gideon didn't know what made being there that unbearable but it just snapped in him. HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN THERE ANYMORE. struggling to pull out the wires and tubes from his arms that were connecting him to the monitors and fluid bags. he'd just managed to swing his legs over the bed, when he heard the door open and footsteps rushing. "no, don't make me lie back down. i need to get up. i -- i need to get out of here." was he in any condition to? no, he bent over, hand on his chest because of how much it hurt. "don't make me, please?" @lcvenderhcze @fcdcdmcmories

[ceruleanmusings]

Blood Diamond; Year Three

Year Two tw: hospital mention, allergy / allergic reaction, weight loss mention note: trying something different with this one

"I can't believe you! I told you—I told you! And you didn't listen! You never listen to me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't going to fix anything! You hurt our little boy!"

"I did!?"

"He can't have nuts!"

"I didn't know!"

"...You didn't know? You didn't know James, your son—the son you so desperately wanted—had an allergy? What else don't you know, then?"

"Oh, don't do this Brooke."

"No, we're going to do this! Because of you, James will be traumatized for life!"

"That's ridiculous! It's not anaphylaxis! It's a mild allergy. Even the doctors said so!"

"Because that's better! 'James, I only hurt you a little bit! But it's okay because you didn't die'."

"Don't put words in my mouth. That's not what I'm saying and you know it."

"No, I don't. I don't know what you're trying to say at all. Only that James doesn't matter to you."

"He's my son! Of course he matters!"

"Then where were you when his daycare had their 'Dinosaurs with Dads' event? Hmm?"

"I was sleeping—I had a long night, Brooke! You know shows don't end until 11 or midnight. And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're home all day doing nothing! You could have been watching him!"

"Excuse me, I make sure you have a nice, clean house to come home to and 'relax' in, as you say."

"We have a maid service."

"Do you know how long it takes to vet them?"

"I'm not the one who has a problem with all of them."

"I wouldn't have a problem with them if my husband could keep his eyes in his head."

"Well maybe if you dressed up a little bit I wouldn't be looking at anything else."

"I have a three-year-old crawling all over me all the time! He grabs and pulls and ruins my clothes! If I'm out of his sight for a second he comes and finds me! It never ends! I needed a break from him! So what? You never see him! And the first thing you do when you're actually home is push him away and let him eat anything he wants!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Don't tell me. Tell James. Tell James how sorry you are for hurting him. Tell your son how sorry you are for never being there for him."

"I'm working. Someone has to provide for this family!"

"And you provided the vehicle that sent him to the hospital. You're Father of the Year, like you've always wanted. Congratulations."

"...Forget it. I'll see you at home."

"Mommy, I'm itchy."

"I know, James, I know. But everything will be better soon, okay? Mommy will make it better. Mommy knows what you need to be healthy. Your daddy doesn't. Okay? Mommy will take care of you. From now on, I'll be in charge and make sure nothing hurts you ever again."

"Okay. Thank you. I love you, Mommy."

"...Excuse me, James says he's still itchy. Shouldn't he be feeling better by now?"

"Mrs. Diamond, as I've explained before—"

"Then you need to explain it again. Maybe using better words this time since you imply that I don't seem to understand my baby boy is suffering."

"...It will take some time for the antihistamines to go through his system but they're doing their job and he'll be good as new."

"Good as new. Really? James has just gone through a traumatic experience and you think he'll be the same after this? You think he'll just be able to forget? Like he wasn't harmed?"

"It's just an expression, Mrs. Diamond. With the right support, I only meant—"

"I knew what you meant. And it's okay. Because I'll be here for him and be all the support he needs. ...Oh and nurse? While you're here, I'd like to discuss James' weight loss options."

@raging-violets @myloveforhergoeson @witchofinterest @partiallypearl

[eternatustruther]

(@friendball-irl)

Volt, when's the last time you saw Bee?

What was she going to do?

Last time I saw her, I was making sure she was settled in at the hospital and we confirmed that I was going to take care of Nightlight and Blink while she's there.

Last I know, she was going to do some more tests and then try eating again. Why?

[mymanymerrymuses]

oKAy the last two weeks have been a full on emotional rollercoaster - and I suspect the next several will be also - but right now I am at the point where I'm just dealing with information as I get it and getting on with life as best I can.

It means my presence on Tumblr will DEFINITELY be spotty, and I might be sticking to short, fun replies that I can get done as a happy little distraction in 15 minutes here and there. I'm not announcing an official hiatus or semi-hiatus, but that is kind of what's happening.

No real details but a little summary of what's going on:

My mother is ill. She's spent the last two weeks in hospital. She will not be coming home for at least another week - probably two, possibly longer - and when she does come home there will still be a lot of recovery to go and a lot of care she'll need.

So basically a lot is changing and there's a lot to adjust to.

But, I got to see her today and saw some people who were assessing her current needs and it reassured me a little bit. Honestly, before today it was starting to sound like she would not come home. She's still very ill, but we're actually looking at recovery now. In the meantime, I'm just keeping the house running.

[hells-sirenqueen]

{ So, I don't usually post a lot about my health on here but this is becoming a problem to the point where I had a mental break down twice this evening.

I have been dealing with severe cold symptoms ever since mid-June. It's getting to the point where I can barely breathe for ten minutes without having a major coughing fit that makes me sick to my stomach. I thought I was dealing with a normal cold, then tested positive for covid after my bday in June.

But things haven't gotten better. So I'm going to see if I can make an appointment in the near future cause I do be suffering here. I hate it.

So..if my activity drops, guess who's gonna be in the hospital? 8D

I feel like an absolute wreck so I do apologize for not responding to many threads. I'll be responding to things when I can..

I'm amazed at myself for being able to help with an event on four different blogs while feeling sick as shit.

[friendball-irl]

D:

Uncle Gray!!! Are you okay I didn't even know you got hurt do you need help??

Lol, hey Flare.

I'm okay, don't worry. I just had to have surgery is all. Apparently my, uh, appendix burst while I was Muted and I didn't notice until last week, eheh... There was a pretty bad infection that I'm still fighting, so I'm in a wheelchair and taking some pretty strong meds until I'm all better.

Thankfully I managed to convince them to let me go to the wedding hehe!

[heath-morgan]

is there any moment you thought u would die but didn't?

“hell yea, 2008. montreal gp. well, i crashed into that bare concrete wall and got knocked out cold for hours. dont remember a fuckin’ thin’ but they had to stop the race right then and there. took me out of the car, the docs rushed to help me and i was airlifted straight to the hospital. ended up stayin’ there bout four days under observation”

[beeanonxx]

I finally got home, I guess the memory problems also messed with my sense of direction lol

Probably gonna still be off work for a few days, I don't feel that good still. Just good enough to not need to be in the hospital.

[cosmic-ships]

An update for everyone. It looks like I'm spending Christmas in the hospital this year. I'm not well at all. It has been 3 days since I haven't been able to keep down food or water. I'm severely dehydrated and I'm weak.

Just wanted to let y'all know what's up. Please keep tagging me in content and I will see whenever I'm healthy enough to be around/home

[xtinyslip]

cecilia had a pretty good idea of the scene that was going to unfold if her father walked in on her in the same room as will right now. in fact, she was pretty certain of the reaction if she just so happened to be on the same floor as him. it wasn't going to get better and before her father could leech himself onto will any more, she knew what she had to do. "hey, sleeping beauty." teasing gently, trying to smile. there was a very specific reason why she hadn't been able to spend much time with him here but she'd always tried. even if her visits had usually been fleeting. cecilia hated seeing him in the hospital like this, it almost made him look vulnerable and she wasn't going to allow her father to take advantage. "how are you feeling? hm?" had she been taking photo's of his charts so that she knew what medication she needed to take before she got him out of here. that was IF he wanted that. as tempting as it was to take him either way, she wasn't going to dictate his decisions like her father. did she even know where they could go? no, but after her argument with finn… well, she knew they shouldn't stay. @demongemz

[themarissaharrison]

closed starter for @nsloanefms​ 

A few more days went by and Nicola was finally discharged from the hospital, able to be back home, though doctor’s orders were to rest as much as possible. Neither of them were particularly good at resting, at staying still and quiet and letting the world pass them by. Marissa especially struggled with not doing anything, and while she by no means needed the money, having Queen’s closed for the entire weekend and more made her feel like she was missing out - running at a loss. She needed to close up, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but itch to get back in there. So, once Nic was settled, and they’d spent a day or two catching up on all the missed time, she decided to reopen and go back to work. She tried not to think about it, or talk about it, but the truth was she desperately needed the distraction... She wasn’t okay.

So, that’s where she’d been for most of the afternoon, through into the late hours of the night. She’d stayed a little late after close, finding a deeper distraction in something Enzo provided, a few drinks to wash it down. She fired off a text ‘finishing up some paperwork, be home soon’, so Nic perhaps wouldn’t worry as much. It wasn’t a whole lie - she did do some paperwork. Eventually, she got home, walking through the door and dropping her bag and coat by the hanger, locking up immediately. She never used to do that. But paranoia was a wise trait to have these days.

Riss thought about calling out, but she didn’t want to wake Nic if the older woman had fallen asleep. So she moved through the house quietly, checking first the gym (though she’d be pissed if that’s where she found her), then the deck, then up into the bedroom before finally finding her out of their bedroom balcony. “Hey...” She greeted softly, walking over and wrapping her hand around her waist. “I missed you,” Riss whispered as she kissed her cheek.

[raynes-musings]

       I'm the disease.

           I'm the cure.

  I'm the DOCTOR.

       I'm the reason you're in the hospital.

              But you can call me GOD.

[break-me-open]

Yesterday was the three year anniversary of going to the emergency room for suicidality. That means today is the three year anniversary of being released from the hospital (and then going into a partial hospitalization program and quitting the the job I had just gotten and having a daily existential crisis for a bit and etc).

I guess in some ways, that has become more meaningful. Yesterday, my mind was more on memories-- trying to wipe my tears with disinfectant wipes because there weren't tissues in my work area, the moment of realizing the nurse going through my bag was going to find my box of razors, how much I hated having an open IV in my arm. Today, there's been more room for, like... everything that's come since then.

I don't want to die these days. I frequently have days where I don't think about killing myself at all. Even a year ago, I didn't think I'd get there. I just figured I'd kind of want to die, at least a little bit, every day, forever. That's how I had felt for... years? All of adulthood? And I just figured I'd learn to live with wanting to die. I honestly do expect that I'll experience suicidal thoughts again, maybe soon (it is getting to late fall and then winter, after all), but I have had, like...months of a break from that as my normal. Often things still aren't great, but they're not...that, yknow? It's wild.

[friendball-irl]

uh, thought you might wanna know? Bee's fine, but she kinda uh, got attacked and I had to bring her to the hospital. She didn't just pass out for no reason I just didn't wanna worry you-

-@eternatustruther

...

I

I see.

Will she be okay?

[heath-morgan]

🌪️

🌪 ― a scary memory.

"everybody knows i had a downright nasty crash at the 2008 montreal gp, and that one’s burned into my memory. i went straight into that bare concrete wall -what they call the 'wall of champions'- and got knocked out cold. they had to stop the whole race, and next thin’ i know, i’m bein’ airlifted to the hospital. i don’t recall much from the race, but i sure remember wakin’ up at the hospital four days later, starin’ at the faces of folks who looked like they’d just seen a miracle. when i finally watched the crash years down the road, i understood why everyone thought i was a goner. i was beggin’ the doctors to clear me for the french gp two weeks later, and while they were real hesitant at first, i fought like hell to get back on my feet”