#D-dimer test | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kk095 · 3 months

Text

Kiana’s Cardioversion

Kiana was a 25 year old black girl who worked as a personal trainer. She stood at 5’3 with a slim, but fit and toned build. Kiana had dark, medium length, curly, natural hair with a side part. Her eyes were a darker shade of brown, and she had a nose ring and bellybutton ring.

Earlier today, Kiana found herself in our emergency department after developing an array of worrisome symptoms completely out of the blue. She experienced a severe tearing pain in her chest, heart palpitations, and shortness of breath. As a result, she was sitting in the upright position on one of our trauma room tables. She was barefoot, and stripped down to only her sports bra and matching underwear. There were EKG electrodes stuck onto Kiana’s chest, and there were IVs set up in both arms. She was visibly uncomfortable, writhing in pain, squirming around a bit.

The heart monitors were beeping, chirping, and alarming rather loudly, creating a bit of tension and sensory overload in the exam room. The readings on the monitors were a bit concerning as well. Kiana’s heart was racing at 170 beats per minute, and her blood pressure was low at 75/40. The rhythm itself was a tachyarrhythmia of some sort. The EKG showed a narrow QRS complex and possible atrioventricular block. The symptoms and EKG readings pointed Dr Lindsay and in a few very different directions. One possibility was an NSTEMI heart attack, but how likely is that in a 25 year old personal trainer? Next was junctional ectopic tachycardia, which is an uncommon, but potentially deadly arrhythmia that tends to occur in infants or people who recently had open heart surgery. The other possibilities were an electrolyte imbalance, particularly potassium, or her symptoms could be attributed to stimulant use from substances such as cocaine, meth, or molly.

Since the possibilities were all very different, Dr Lindsay had to be thorough and order a whole bunch of tests. First off were blood samples. A CBC, a BMP, a toxicology screening, a cardiac enzyme test, an HCG, and a d-dimer were all drawn and sent off to the lab for stat analysis. Because Kiana was experiencing chest pain, Dr Lindsay decided to order a chest x-ray and an echocardiogram. Unfortunately, both tests didn’t help Lindsay narrow anything down. The chest x-ray came back completely normal, and the echocardiogram showed slight thickening of the ventricular septum, which is a sign of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. But some of the other symptoms didn’t point in that direction. So what exactly was going on with Kiana? Dr Lindsay was certainly stumped. All she could do was treat Kiana’s symptoms, and hope the lab tests would come back soon and show something noteworthy.

Of course the lab was taking their sweet ass time with Kiana’s stat labs. And of course Kiana started to get worse. Her heart raced faster and faster, and the arrhythmia became more troublesome. Dr Lindsay wasted no time and started chemical cardioversion, urgently trying to calm Kiana’s heart and relieve her symptoms a bit. But as the next little while unfolded, Kiana’s condition didn’t improve, almost as if the antiarrhythmic medications did absolutely nothing. When chemical cardioversion doesn’t work, the next step is electrical cardioversion.

Dr Lindsay explained to Kiana that her heart was in a dangerous rhythm, and they had to give it a quick shock to make it beat normally again. Kiana was a bit nervous and hesitant, but nodded in response to Dr Lindsay, reluctantly agreeing. The defib pads were then stuck onto Kiana’s chest and charged to a lower setting of 125 joules. Lindsay told Kiana the defibs were ready, then pushed the shock button a few seconds later. “MMMM!” Kiana moaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut, wincing in pain from the quick jolt of electricity. After the shock, Dr Lindsay studied the monitors for a few moments and listened to Kiana’s heart and lungs with a stethoscope. Lindsay discovered there was no change in the rhythm and informed Kiana she had to be shocked again. The defib pads were recharged to 150 joules, and the next shock was sent into Kiana’s racing heart. Her torso shivered, and she clenched her chest with one hand while her face had a distressed look.

Dr Lindsay repeated the same process as before, studying the heart monitors and listening to Kiana’s heart and lungs. Just like before, Dr Lindsay didn’t see any change whatsoever and needed to shock Kiana again at 175 joules. The pads were charged and readied, and Kiana received the next shock. Her chest propelled forwards, and she let out a grunt, reacting to the electricity racing through her while wide awake. This shock failed to correct the arrhythmia, and Lindsay informed Kiana she had to be shocked again. “NO MORE! NO MORE!” She protested, writhing around on the table, on the verge of tears. Despite Kiana’s protests, Lindsay shocked her again at 200 joules. “AHH!” Kiana yelped. After that shock, she started to breathe heavily and tears started to roll down her face. “PLEASE! NO MORE, NO MORE!” she cried, begging Dr Lindsay to stop. But the arrhythmia was still there, so unfortunately Lindsay was unable to stop the cardioversion. The defibs were recharged to 225, and the next shock was delivered. Kiana gasped and cried out reacting to the shock, but just like all the others, the arrhythmia was still there. “PLEASE… JUST STOP! NO MORE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Kiana cried out hysterically, squirming and writhing around on the table wanting the nightmare to end.

The defib pads were recharged to 250 joules- twice the strength of the very first shock, and the next shock was administered. Kiana’s body trembled, and she scrunched her toes at the far end of the table trying to fight the pain, showing off the white nail polish on her toes and the thick, soft, wide wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 6 feet. Immediately after that particular shock, Kiana’s breathing slowed a bit. Her head lolled to the side and her eyes rolled back. Kiana’s body went completely limp, and the heart monitors were practically shouting at Dr Lindsay and the rest of our team.

It didn’t take long to realize that Kiana had gone into v-fib, so the team had to change gears and start running a normal code. The bed was lowered, and Kiana’s sports bra was snipped off, allowing her perky, deceptively large breasts to spill out. CPR was immediately started, causing Kiana’s chest to cave in, and her belly to ripple out. At the head of the bed, her airway was the priority. A 7.0 ET tube was carefully but quickly navigated into her airway, being held in place by a blue tube holder once proper placement was confirmed. Post intubation, CPR was halted, and the team decided to try their luck with the defib paddles, rather than the pads. The paddles were gelled, charged to 250 joules, and pressed up against Kiana’s bare chest. KA-THUNK! Her small body was thrown around effortlessly on the table while her eyes remained half open, almost as if she was still watching the events unfold around her. V-fib was still on the monitors, so the paddles were readied once again, and Kiana received a 300 joule shock. Her chest shot up and her back arched. Her big, perky tits jiggled around while she crashed back down onto the table. Kiana remained in v-fib even after this shock, so she was defibbed again after a cycle of CPR and ambu bagging. Her shoulders shrugged forwards. Kiana’s hands made loose fists from the electric current that ran through her body. Unfortunately, the shock didn’t bring her back.

With a few unsuccessful shocks out of the way, the team decided to resume chest compressions and push meds into Kiana’s IV line. Kiana’s chest was pumped violently but rhythmically for several minutes, but the compressions and 2 doses of meds failed to restart her heart. The team decided to defib Kiana again. The paddles were gelled, charged to 360, and she was shocked again. Kiana’s body twitched sharply in response to the shock, but her heart didn’t start back up. “again! Everyone…CLEAR!” Lindsay shouted, immediately shocking Kiana again. KA-THUMP! Kiana jolted violently on the table while her eyes remained open, staring up above with an expressionless gaze. Kiana was shocked unsuccessfully another 3 times after that and given another dose of meds, but v-fib was the clear winner of the battle up to that point.

Dr Lindsay was reluctant to give up on the beautiful young lady. However, the code became redundant the longer it went on. Kiana would receive a few shocks, then it was back to a few minutes of CPR and meds, rinse and repeat. At the 30 minute mark of the code, it was noted that Kiana’s pupils were fixed and dilated. Dr Lindsay knew she exhausted all possible options in this particular case. At that point, resuscitation efforts were ceased, and Kiana’s time of death was called at 4:48pm. The ambu bag was detached and the chirping, flashing v-fib monitors were turned off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected, and the defib pads were peeled off. The defb gel was wiped off of Kiana’s bruised, battered chest. Her eyes were gently shut for the final time, and her body was covered up. Lastly, a toe tag was filled out and placed on the big toe of her left foot. The tag dangled against the wrinkled soles of Kiana’s feet, signifying a sudden and tragic end for the beautiful young lady.

73 notes · View notes

maxlab · 1 year

Link

A D-dimer test can help doctors to determine the level of D-dimer protein in one's body. D-dimer is often undetectable at extremely low levels until one’s body develops and breaks down significant blood clots. A D-Dimer test can help identify if an individual has a blood clotting problem.

#D-dimer test

0 notes

redhairedwolfwitch · 10 months

Text

In Sickness - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

A/n: this fic is covid heavy and based on my personal experiences, so there is content involving covid, hospitals, detiled medical stuff, anxiety (because i felt a lot of it on that lovely day where i was in a&e for nearly two days...) so read at your own risk because i probably overshared. take care of yourselves. @grapefruit-personified enjoy:) especially because i wrote this months ago and part 2 is mainly written, i just lost motivation to finish anything.

do not repost this anywhere, i only post on this tumblr so unless it's a reblog, it was stolen.

///

You could remember the day you met her. You had just moved to Spain, knowing zero Spanish made you shy and you were struggling with school, not understanding much. She spotted you sitting on the grass, tying together daisies into chains one lunch time, eventually she went over to join you instead of playing her usual lunchtime football.

The on hold music finally stopped as the clinician returned to the phone, advising you to get to the closest A&E department within the hour, after asking you if you had some way to get there.

Checking the time on your phone, you grimaced at the 12% and decreasing battery before admitting you had no way to get to A&E, resulting in advice for an ambulance, but a taxi would be quicker.

Your teammates were already at training, so none of them would be answering their phones, and your partner, she was where you left her. Barcelona.

Her last message to you was a good morning one, a message you had mirrored before the stabbing pain in your ribs had gotten worse.

You’d been able to withstand the pain yesterday, but it was stabbing more and more, getting more intense and making it hard for you to do anything. Now you were masked up in the back of a taxi, your breathing laboured as you waited for the Manchester hospital you’d been given the address to to come into view.

Leila frowned as she looked around the Manchester City training ground, wondering where you were and if you were stuck in traffic or something.

It was ‘or something’. Sitting in the emergency department, it took over an hour for you to be moved from A&E to the major emergency department, but your blood pressure and heart rate were high enough that they did an ECG. The nausea from before had stopped, but the hot and cold flashes hadn’t.

Your phone was on 8% as you checked the notifications, having no internet connection meant you didn’t have many, but Leila had texted along with the staff asking where you were.

You were barely able to send a pin of your location to Leila before the 5% battery warning lit up your phone, but you were cut off as a healthcare worker approached, wheeling over the machine to check your vitals.

Vitals that were circling the toilet, especially after a sweet old woman had spotted you swaying in your half asleep state in the waiting room chair, helping you move to a recliner that enabled you to lean back safely.

The back and forth to and from the waiting room was draining, after emerging again to return to the waiting room with a cannula in your arm.

They’d taken blood to grow some blood cultures, apparently to see if it was bacterial or viral, before leaving you in the waiting room again, attaching a small bag of fluids to the cannula to hydrate you after taking more blood to check on your general functioning. It was the nasal swab that gave them all the information they needed though.

Your COVID test was positive, but that wasn’t the only concerning factor to your vitals. They were too high, even for an individual fighting a virus. They offered you paracetamol to try to bring your temperature down, but your blood pressure had dropped slightly, your heart was still racing and your d-dimer was slightly higher than normal.

You couldn’t fight back the tears after that, the waterfalls hidden behind your mask as they discussed keeping you in observation even longer, asking about if you had a family history of blood clots in lungs or legs.

At this point you’d only had a couple of small packets of random biscuits to eat, eventually heading into the waiting room that you had been isolated from to protect other patients, to quickly grab a packet of crisps and some more water, but it was all too much.

You didn’t know Leila had gotten your location update once in the changing room after training, and when she got no response, she began to ask questions.

The club staff had no answers after discovering your emergency contact you had written down for the club knew nothing, and the hospital told Leila nothing after being given a name she hadn’t heard of for your emergency contact.

So Leila contacted someone who would know. Your partner. Even in Barcelona, Aitana would know who your hospital emergency contact was, Aitana knew everything about you, except that you were in hospital.

It was getting closer to dinner time, you had nothing with you but your wallet, nearly dead phone and your zip up hoodie that was one of Aitana’s old Barcelona ones. Your legs and bum were going numb under the crappy waiting room chair you’d been moved to, your vitals still far too high for anyone to be comfortable sending you home.

They’d talked about giving you a blood thinning medication but a change in doctor later had you recalling all of your family health history instead. This doctor said it was sounding unlikely that you had a blood clot in your lungs, but they still sent you for a chest x-ray.

Aitana hadn’t heard from you all day. The panic inside her kept restrained by the knowledge you were probably training and having fun with your team.

Until Leila called, asking about a family member who had been out of your life for years now. A family member who was apparently still your emergency contact in NHS systems. It didn’t take long for Aitana to read through what Leila had sent, realising immediately you were in hospital and nobody had heard from you since.

It was closer to 8pm when they gave you the blood thinning injection in your stomach, keeping you hydrated with more water and trying to control your fever with more paracetamol.

You had all of the notices on the walls of the hospital waiting rooms memorised at this point, but the ‘one visitor per patient’ in the hospital policy was useless when you had come to the hospital alone.

Your arms were freezing cold, but you couldn’t get your sleeve on over the cannula without almost crying in pain, so you wrapped the shoulders of the hoodie around your shoulders and hoped your hands wouldn’t feel so cold so much longer.

The next flight to Manchester from Barcelona would arrive at Manchester airport past 11pm, but Aitana had made it to the airport in time for it, especially after asking her teammates for help.

They didn’t move you far, but once you had curled up across the two waiting room chairs, you were moved into an isolated room with a small view through the door of the nurse’s station outside.

The walls were bare minus plug sockets for machinery, a table near the recliner you were able to set up for the night, a sink in the corner and a bin for clinical waste in the other. It was past 10pm when a healthcare worker came in, attaching a bag of fluids to the cannula in your arm and leaving you alone in the dark.

Exhaustion washed over you but the cold feeling of the fluids being administered into your arm kept you half awake. Your phone is barely holding on with its 5% battery but the message Aitana sent when it was closer to midnight gave you hope.

She had rented a car from Manchester airport, getting her spare key from Leila to sort of your home for the night. A home that she had helped you pick out when it was clear Barcelona’s A team had no room for you, and you had outgrown Barcelona Team B.

One glance around your Manchester home was all it took for her to calm her anxieties. You weren’t there. Your bed was a mess, bedding all but tossed on the floor as she moved to pick up the bedding, finding some pyjamas for your return.

You were going to be okay.

She convinced herself of such as she checked your fridge, rolling her eyes at the nearing emptiness of your fridge and cupboards. She’d have to figure out how to do an online food shop.

It was closer to midnight when the first big bag of fluids was finished, sticking your head out of the door to have the tubing removed from the cannula, you headed towards the toilet for what was one of many trips there during the night.

You’d stopped looking at your phone hours ago, but getting a glance at the time after each toilet trip, it was nearly 2am when the next bag of fluids was administered, once again leaving you laying on the recliner in the dark, listening to every beeping alarm and footsteps passing by.

You probably should have called Aitana and told her what was going on, but every time you got an update, it was from a different healthcare professional and they kept changing their minds. For example, the blood thinning injection had been talked about hours before it was eventually given. You had managed to send out a short text though.

You were COVID positive.

It was after 4am that you finished the next round of fluids, two bags that looked like they were cloudier, perhaps full of nutrients but the writing on the bags were small and you were more interested in going to the toilet again after flagging down someone to detach the tubing from the cannula again.

Your temperature and heart rate were fluctuating throughout the night, going from 39 point something degrees celsius to an apparent normal of 37 degrees, before rising again to 38.1 degrees celsius.

Waiting until 8am, another doctor came in, explaining the goal to get you a CT scan of your chest early this morning to check for blood clots, and if there were none, they planned to discharge you to ride out the COVID at home. It was only then that you were able to request something to eat, since your last meal yesterday was a three pack of digestive biscuits.

One bowl of cornflakes and milk later, you were offered more paracetamol and left to wait until it was time for your CT scan.

Your arms were freezing despite attempts to keep warm under the one blanket you were given, plus a smaller blanket to act as a pillow for your head.

They didn’t want to increase your temperature by giving you another, so you worked with your hoodie, the softness of the fabric working to keep you calm as you waited, and waited.

Aitana hadn’t been able to sleep much. The worry of you still being in hospital consuming her, so she stayed up, using a multi-surface cleaner to wipe down the surfaces in your place, gather your medical supplies in case you needed them to fight off the COVID virus.

You didn’t hear from anyone until noon, but the CT scanner was ready for you, and after a quick check that you were okay to walk, you followed the healthcare worker to the CT scanner room, a different location entirely to where the emergency x-ray rooms were located.

They checked you weren’t allergic to the contrast dye they would administer via the cannula, before warning you of the warm feeling that often overtakes your body once administered, and how it would feel like you had wet yourself, even though you would not have actually wet yourself.

Your arms ached as you held them above your head for the chest CT, slamming your eyes shut at the horrid feeling of the scanner moving, you remained still as you were informed what was happening, and when they were administering the CT contrast dye.

The warm feeling was too hot to feel like you had actually wet yourself, but it was a horrid feeling that didn’t help the nausea at the CT scanner moving to get the required imagery of your chest. You just wanted to go home, but it would be a lot worse if you did in fact have blood clots on your lungs.

Walking back to your isolation room, you were playing a waiting game as you managed to send another text to Aitana, updating her that you had had the CT scan.

It was getting towards 1pm when the vitals machine was wheeled into your room, checking your temperature (38.1 degrees celsius), your heart rate which had decreased from 140 beats per minute to 128 beats per minute.

Your oxygen levels had maintained high throughout but when it came to the healthcare worker checking your pulse, your wrists were still freezing to the touch.

There were no signs of your CT scan results, but the healthcare worker had been kind enough to ask if anyone had spoken to you about food, something you had not had since being brought the cornflakes hours ago.

The result of the conversation turned into a sandwich, some more water, and a yoghurt as you continued to play the waiting game for your scan results and whether you did or did not have blood clots in or on your lungs.

It was nearing 2pm when the doctor from this morning entered your room again, but the key piece of information you needed was given. Your CT scan was clear, you could be discharged and have your cannula removed. You could go home and ride out the COVID in your own bed.

Your phone was somehow holding on as you texted Aitana that your scan was clear so you could go home if she or someone else could pick you up from the main reception carpark, your phone sending the message and getting a thumbs up response before finally the battery dropped to 0%.

Sticking your head out of the door, the mask you had been wearing since yesterday felt damp and close to your face, but you did not remove it yet. Waiting for a nurse to come remove the cannula in your arm, you went for your final toilet break before the final hospital waiting game.

It was warm outside, and despite the clouds in the sky making it seem greyer than that one moment where you saw out a window when waiting for the CT scan, it was sunny too. Your phone was long dead, but you were alive.

Holding your hoodie in your arms, your phone and wallet in your pockets as you made the trek across the main reception disabled car park, lingering near the out of use bus stop that gave you a perfect vantage point of the entrance into the hospital from the main road.

You weren’t entirely sure who you were looking for, who would be your saviour and get you home until a car you didn’t recognise pulled up in front of you. The window going down to reveal a pair of eyes you had not seen in person since the two of you were in Italy together during the winter break.

“Mi dulce flor!” you exclaimed, shock in your tone but your throat felt like you were swallowing knives, barely getting into the passenger seat before you were almost hacking up your lungs into your mask.

“Cálmate, estoy aquí mi amor.” Aitana cooed, her hand lingering on your back as you coughed, eventually settling enough to put your seatbelt on so Aitana could drive you home.

“Are you hungry?” Aitana paused, going over the English in her head as she watched you walk over to your couch, appearing with several blankets before digging through your living room cabinets for something.

“Bebé?” Aitana broke the silence as you froze before letting out a hoarse cheer of victory.

“Found it!” Revealing the old box set that left Aitana smiling softly, watching as you went to play the series from the beginning, then disappearing to your room.

It was getting dark when Aitana realised your phone was charged, allowing you to finally message your teammates and staff at Manchester City with an update of what had happened. But it also gave Aitana a chance to message her teammates and the staff at Barcelona, sending a photo of you wrapped in blankets, half asleep as you watched the TV.

It was Alexia, Patri and Laia that messaged back first, Alexia having helped Aitana get to the airport the night before whilst Patri and Laia had held down the fort when Aitana had to leave.

“What happens when you miss training? You have the game against Atleti… and the game against Chelsea-”

“Shush, mi amor. You were alone in the hospital for more than a day, I am not leaving you again.” Aitana replied, passing you your drink as you began to cough.

“They worried you had, what did you call it? Blood clots on your lungs! Era serio!” Aitana exclaimed before quietening her voice as you grimaced at the loudness.

“Lo siento.”

“It is not your fault. The virus…” Aitana fell quiet, brushing away a tear as you reached for her hand, holding it gently, “I thought I would lose you, mi dulce flor. I cannot lose you.” Aitana admitted, feeling your fingers draw patterns in the back of her hand. Your eyes were glassy with exhaustion but the love for Aitana in them was undeniable.

She wouldn’t admit it, but Aitana listened to your breathing for most of that night. It was heavier, but you kept breathing which was a relief to her. The windows were opened enough to air out the room from germs, your fear of giving Aitana the dreaded virus which was wreaking havoc on your body and mind overwhelming you.

You didn’t want to get out of bed, the way your body ached was not helping you but Aitana needed your help for an online order of food. You were running a fever that was kept at bay by paracetamol, tapping away on the touch screen to add things to the order, much to Aitana’s amusement at how quickly you were doing it.

She found you on the couch later, curled up under your blankets and clad in your dressing gown over your pyjamas. You were breathing heavily but you remained in deep slumber, the tv stuck replaying the menu music over and over as you’d gotten to the end of the disc.

Feeling your forehead to check your temperature, Aitana froze as it sounded like you whimpered in your sleep, eyes cracking open as you smacked together your dried lips. “Your hands are cold.”

Aitana rolled her eyes playfully before disappearing for a moment, dropping something in your lap as she returned.

“Lip balm? Gracias mi dulce flor.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm but Aitana ignored it in favour of heading to your kitchen to make something that didn’t irritate your mouth.

You hadn’t admitted it at first, but you had been trying to hide the grimace at the toast you had this morning, the rough texture hurting the hard palate of your mouth.

Staring up at the ceiling of your living room, your eyes fluttered shut as memories flickered in your mind. The first time you met Aitana, the flower crowns the two of you would make together, and the dynamic duo the two of you became on the football pitch, despite the boys picking on Aitana for her height, and you for existing.

Aitana was 13 when she joined Barcelona’s youth team, whilst you took longer to join, the two hour rides by public transport to get to practice were not in your favour until you were travelling with Aitana and her father.

The two of you were moved up to Barcelona B close together, but when Aitana was 17, she was promoted by the manager to the first team, whilst you remained with Barcelona B. It didn’t take long for you to figure out why.

You had the talent, but Barcelona were full of talented players, they had no room for you. No matter how well you and Aitana played together, you would not get to play with Barcelona’s first team.

It broke your and Aitana’s heart to leave, but Manchester City gave you an offer that was better than any other club in Spain. Manchester City were not Barcelona, but you flourished there. You flourished into a player that Barcelona kept an eye on, until your contract with City began to run out in the summer and the talks to renew were at a stalemate.

And now you have covid. A virus that you’d seen and heard of other players getting back during the height of the pandemic, but none were so affected as you were now. None had to be hospitalised despite being clinically healthy. They bounced back, but despite Aitana’s remarks that you would be back stronger, you doubted it.

The exhaustion hadn’t left you alone, even days later. Your temperature was kept at bay by paracetamol, your coughing grew worse before it was better, your gums so sore that eating crunchy foods still hurt, and you felt like you had cotton wool in your ears and wrapped around your brain.

Even after you were testing negative, your energy levels remained low but Aitana had to leave for London for the match against Chelsea before returning with the team to Barcelona.

She had tested negative throughout somehow, and it broke her heart to leave you, but it wasn’t long until the end of the season and the two of you would be reunited again.

The match against Chelsea ended on good terms for Barcelona, with a 1-0 advantage in the first leg thanks to Caro, and whilst you watched Aitana struggle to get on the ball in the first half, the second half enabled your partner to have more of the ball, despite the lack of goals.

You weren’t the only player who wasn’t on the Manchester City squad list for the match against West Ham the day after though.

Sandy and Laia were both out with injuries, and you were still weak and recovering from the virus that rampaged your body and mind. You sat with the two of them as you observed the game against West Ham, City winning 6-2 against the Hammers.

Your cough didn’t fully leave you alone, but that wasn’t the only issue. Your joints hated you enough that your knee joints felt like cement, your ears felt like they had cotton wool stuffed in them, and because of this, you were more wobbly on your feet than you had ever been before.

Manchester City had ruled you out for the rest of the season too quickly for you to feel comfortable, but it wasn’t what was bothering you. The talks that were previously at a stalemate had fallen through. Manchester City had decided not to renew your contract, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“City don’t want me anymore. They took me in when Barcelona had no place for me, but now… I feel like a broken toy cast away when I’m no use anymore.” You left a voicemail for Aitana, she was busy training for the next leg of the semifinals against Chelsea.

Your hands tingle as you begin to type up what you had to, what you needed to say, to get control over something in your life.

Although some people may be excited by the prospect of a player who originated from Barcelona’s youth teams being a free agent who could come home, you knew the reality was much worse.

City were still at least trying to help you with your recovery but your hopes of returning to your pre-covid state were fading, especially after they ruled you out for the remainder of the season.

‘It’s a bitter feeling. Realising that the last game I played would be my final game at Manchester City. A club that took me in when I was lost, you have taught me so much and I will always be grateful. Thank you for changing my life, but my part at Manchester City is over. I won’t forget any of it.’

It was an early goodbye, City still had four matches left, two at home and two away. You would get to attend the home matches in the crowds, but you wouldn’t get to step on the pitch in City colours again.

Your lungs were fine according to the staff at City, your cough coming and going but it was your joint and fatigue issues that were the problem.

Your energy levels came and went, and even though they had had you training alongside your teammates some days, you would be wiped out after.

You had even fallen asleep in the dressing room at one point, using a hoodie that Aitana had worn whilst she stayed with you as a makeshift pillow. Leila was the one who found you, but it was Steph that convinced you to let her drive you home, your body too sore to walk this time.

Steph remained silent as you sat in her passenger seat, tears falling down your face as you sobbed, venting your feelings of everything.

How your illness had wrecked your body and mind, how much you missed the old you, how much you missed playing and how much it hurt to leave Manchester City at the end of the season.

How afraid you were for what was to come, and how far away you felt from your partner, the love of your life you’d known since you were both children.

Steph, who knew what it was like to be away from a team due to injury, then dropped from the squad, but instead of her club, it was her national team.

You hadn’t even thought about the World Cup, but you knew deep down you would not be called up. You could barely stay standing after training, you would not be able to play a full ninety minutes in your current state at all.

“Do you know where you’ll go in the transfer window? Will you go back to Spain?”

“My love is in Spain, and I have nothing here outside of Manchester City. I’m lucky that City helped me with my coaching qualification before I got sick. I hoped that I wouldn’t need it immediately, but I’ll be a free agent in the transfer window, and I don’t know if anyone wants a player recovering from covid. Everyone else bounced back from it so quickly, but the simplest of things hurt me now. Please, I just want to go home and sleep.” You vented, swiping at your eyes to get rid of the tears, but Steph frowned at the last sentence you said.

“Don’t shut yourself away from us, little one. You may be leaving the club but you’re not leaving our hearts or our thoughts. So please don’t shut yourself away.” Steph begged, hoping you would make some sort of promise, but you didn’t.

It was a promise you could not keep.

/// translations hopefully ///

mi dulce flor - my sweet flower

Cálmate, estoy aquí mi amor - calm down, i'm here my love

Bebé - baby

lo siento - i'm sorry

gracias - thank you

#aitana bonmati x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #aitana bonmati imagine #woso imagines #aitana bonmati imagines #manchester city wfc x reader #manchester city wfc imagine

371 notes · View notes

lasseling · 3 months

Text

🚨💉Fibrous Clot Removal

If youre unvaccinated - dont worry

If you took the 💉💉consult your doctor, get a D-Dimer test & a lawyer

The tin foil hat myocarditis free brigade have been seeing these clips & listening to embalmer testimonies for over 2 years, we tried to warn you

What the Hell did you do Bill Gates? 😡🤬

Credit Dr. #RichardHirschman

#FibrousClot #myocarditis #BionTech #RichardHirschman #big pharma #bioweapons #bill gates bio terrorist #bioweapon #crimes against humanity #depopulation agenda

2 notes · View notes

organicfarmfamily · 7 months

Text

With thanks 🤗

With the greatest of thanks to our trusted and valued specific medical industry peers.

This paper could not have been written without the dedication, expertise, intelligence, due diligence and passion of trustworthy peers;

Dr Astrid Stuckleberger - Epiedemologist, expert on international health, research scientist, PhD public health

Dr Retardo Galdero - Madrid June 2021

Dr Ricardo Delgado

Dr William Reich - 1930

Dr Robert Young - recent studies

COMUSAV - World Health & Life Coalition

Clive De Carle - holistic therapist

Caroline Mansfield - naturopath

Introduction

Here at TOFF we support a healthy organic lifestyle and write our blog sharing farm tips, organic knowledge and more to help others develop a healthy sustainable happy life 🤗

For the last two years we have been approached and asked if we would pull together the body of information and intelligent fact regarding the devastating effects of the toxic jabs rolled out internationally. This is not outside the remit of our blog as we do focus on health and how to achieve optimum health and lifestyle.

So today, with much research and support, this blog has been written to support those who have been jabbed and are now suffering side effects and have adverse health consequences as a result and those with family members and friends who need support to improve their impacted health and life.

This is written based on fact, it is further supported with medical testing, evidence and thousands of hours of research and intelligence from specific peer industry experts in the field.

You may note that I refer to ‘the jab’, this is because it is NOT a ‘vaccination’ it is an injection - a jab. It does not, nor has it ever, met the definition of ‘vaccination’ and further more, the various pharmaceutical companies who have concocted the jab, in their very own papers, included within the jab packaging, note it as an MRNA injection, they themselves do not always note it as a ‘vaccination’ therefore I will refer to it here and in any future blogs as ‘the jab’.

In addition, I personally, have experienced the ‘shedding’ which I refer to below and have lost both dear friends and family members as they have passed due to the consequences of the jab along with other friends having had blood transfusions and developing life long illnesses, to include heart attacks, heart disease and worsening of pre existing cancers post jab or discovering cancer post jab; all factually proven by their medical teams to be as a direct consequence of the jab.

The jabs contain highly toxic chemicals - poison to our human body. Nano particles within the blood stream transmit the toxicity - poison - around the jabbed person’s body.

It has been found, through testing, the worst of the toxic spread occurs at the early stages of being jabbed.

Side effects / Shedding:

Those that have received a jab are at a very high risk of developing a variety of diseases along with transmitting the poisonous toxins to their partner. When you sleep with your partner, if one is jabbed and one unjabbed and hold hands, the jabbed partner transmits toxic nano particles to their partner, this happens very quickly causing the unjabbed partner to feel unwell. This is in part due to the graphene, found to be present in all the jabs, which contains a high level of D-Dimer.

The spread of toxin from one to another resulting in the unjabbed partner feeling unwell has been given many terms to describe it, including the term ‘shedding’.

An unjabbed person may experience shedding due to inhalation around and skin contact with a jabbed individual. This can result in unwellness in the form of; severe menstrual cycles for ladies, bleeding for weeks, ad hoc cycles, sudden and/or irregular bleeding, bleeding from the eyes, miscarriages to name a few which have recently been researched and proven as a direct link and consequence.

Severity:

The consequences of illness from the jab have resulted in numbers of people requiring blood transfusions.

The graphene oxide contained within all the jabs acts like a carpet within the body, it layers itself, rolls out, within the body and it does so with great speed post jab. The graphene oxide has the ability, in its form within the body to connect the body remotely to wi-fi. The graphene within the jab is gelotoxic and selotoxic graphene.

The electro biotech (graphene) in all the jabs creates an ID and an electronic field within the jabbed persons body.

Highly sensitive individuals (I class myself in this category) - I’m not referring to individuals with low coping mechanisms, individuals who are very emotional etc, I’m referring to individuals who are very perceptive and sensitive to the environment surrounding us, auras, sensitive to smell, physical touch, taste and hearing.

Such individuals may find that they cannot sit next to a jabbed individual due to what they experience as a result of the electro magnetic fields within the jabbed person, they start to feel unwell which is often presented in the form of nausea, headache or migraine and / or tiredness and lethargy, a general feeling of ‘not themselves’, an imbalance which is very uncomfortable.

Such individuals are often electro sensitive, they physically feel and hear EMF (electro magnetic frequency), it’s very draining when this happens, particularly on an evening as it disturbs sleep and rest. Some individuals whom are so sensitive have moved to live in forests in order to remove themselves from such EMF exposure such as it is so damaging and detrimental in their day to day living.

What’s the solution?

So with all this in mind, the body of research and results which now present due to over two years of continuous highly toxic and dangerous jabs, what is the solution for those who have had a jab or indeed many jabs and are now experiencing significant health issues or are not themselves, often unwell and/or regret having ever taken a jab of toxins.

The answer, in part, is with detoxification of the body. The process is lengthy, complicated, time consuming and dedication is required.

A useful starting point, if you trust your healthcare practitioner / doctor, is to have a full blood count and full vitamin level check. This will obviously involved having a few blood samples taken and submitted for testing and analysis.

Your blood contains ‘blood indicators’ which are reported on the printout of your results which you should be given, if you’re not given it, ask for a copy, it’s your medical record and your right to do so.

The ‘blood indicators’ are extremely important in highlighting deficiencies in your body, your blood tells an entire story of your health, it can show if cancer is present and where along with many diseases. I’m a huge advocate of having regular - every 6 months blood work to keep an eye on your health. This means you will need to understand the reports which are medically worded, if you have a super healthcare practitioner, they’ll explain to you or - you can undertake your own research / purchase a book / guide which will contain the information.

This is the starting point; to know exactly what is happening in your blood stream and body and to understand it and monitor it during the detoxification process. Monitoring is very important, these blood tests should be run ideally every 3 months to ensure the detoxification, improvement in blood indicators.

I noted earlier ‘in part’ detoxification. This is because in addition, it is essential to:

rest,

hydrate,

have appropriate nutrition* (covered in part within the detoxification noted below) and

exercise.

* For detailed further information in respect of nutrition do have a read of our previous blogs on the subject 🤗

Throughout the detoxification and monitoring process the jabbed individual must:

* maintain high levels of vitamin D. This will therefore mean taking an organic supplement and guidance states at least 2000 iu for the individual daily as an organic supplement.

* maintain a good zinc level. To ensure the zinc transfers well directly to the blood cells it’s recommended to take:

- quercetin with vitamin C

- hydroxychloriquine

- ivermectin

* take carbon 60. It’s imperative that this is a high quality product without residues or solvents therefore must be purchased from a reputable organisation. A good carrier (to take this into the blood cells) is black seed oil. Carbon 60 is a super antioxidants which protects cells from harmful free radicals.

* N-Acetyl-L-Cysteine (NAC) taking this product increases glutathione levels, these levels deplete as an individual ages, so very important with elders that are jabbed. NAC increases the levels. Glutathione is our bodies natural mechanism for removing heavy metals that do not belong in our body, including graphene oxide.

The NAC supplement is known as a precursor to glutathione and causes the body to secrete glutathione endogenously which also happens when you undertake intensive sports.

NAC comes from the amino acid L-Cysteine and is used by the body to build antioxidants. Antioxidants are vitamins and minerals and nutrients which protect and repair cells from damage.

NAC can be obtained as a supplement or prescription drug.

Zinc, in combination with NAC are essential antioxidants to degrade graphene oxide.

A deeper dive on glutathione in relation to the jabs

Glutathione is made from the amino acids glycine, cysteine and glutamic acid. It’s produced naturally by the liver and is involved in many important processes within the body, including tissue building, tissue repair, making chemicals and proteins needed in the body for the immune system.

We have a natural glutathione reserve in our bodies which contributes to a strong immune system.

When glutathione levels are high in the body we have no problems with our immune system - it functions extremely well.

When the amount of graphene oxide in the body exceeds the amount of glutathione it causes the collapse of our immune system and triggers a cytokine storm.

A cytokine storm is the body attacking itself and is a physiological reaction whereby the immune system causes an uncontrolled and excessive release of pro inflammatory signalling molecules - cytokines - small proteins which are immune system messengers between cells. Symptoms of such are fever, seizures, chills, diarreha, fatigue and coma.

During a cytokine storm the blood indicator ferritin generally rises.

Graphene oxide rapidly grows and exceeds glutathione by electronic excitation, in effect, EMF’s bombard the graphene to oxidise it which triggers a cytokine storm.

When graphene oxide is oxidised or activated by specific EMF frequencies it overruns the body’s ability to create enough glutathione which destroys the immune system and causes illness.

It’s therefore essential to raise the glutathione levels in the body in order to cope with the toxin that has been injected in and electronically activated.

At the age of 65 glutathione levels fall drastically in the body and the levels are found to be very low on individuals with conditions, such as diabetes and obesity. Contrast this whereby the levels are very high in infants, children and athletes.

The work of Dr Ricardo Delgado:

Dr Delgado ran clinical trials on patients in the ICU on a respirator who had been intubated and on the verge of death.

It was discovered that the patients had bilateral pneumonia within the lung plaques directly caused by the spread of graphene oxide and 5G radiation.

The diffuse strain in the patients was symmetrical which would not happen with a biological agent, such an agents instead would be as symmetrical as is the case when there’s a pneumococcal infection.

A diffuse strain usually appears in one part of the lung but not in another, not in both symmetrically.

When the patients were treated with glutathione via direct intravenous or orally as well or with NAC 600mg or a higher dose with some patients, their oxygen saturation began to recover.

Dr Delgado has used zinc and NAC in helping patients who suffered magnetism post jab. Two patients jabbed with Pfizer became magnetic but when put on the combined supplements, the symptoms eventually faded and became non existent.

Removal of graphene oxide post jab is critical to both your long term life survival and recovery from the results of the highly toxic poisonous jabs. Other supplements which remove graphene oxide are:

- astaxanthin

- melatonin

- milk thistle

- quercetin

- vitamin C

- vitamin D3

EMF, 5G, Graphene Oxide & Hydrogels:

Graphene oxide is activated by EMF, specifically the frequencies that are part of the 5G spectrum.

All materials have an absorption band;

this is a range of wavelengths, frequencies and energies in the electromagnetic spectrum which are characteristic of a particle transition from initial to final state in a substance.

This is a specific frequency above which a substance is excited and oxidises very quickly.

Frequencies, beamed at humans which have a build up of graphene oxide in their body can cause the graphene oxide to multiply rapidly, breaking the balance of glutathione and causing a cytokine storm within hours.

Graphene oxide is the main ingredient in DARPA (A US military research agency) patented hydrogens.

The hydrogens are contained in:-

- the jabs

- PCR test swabs

- masks

A conductive hydrogel is a polymer material that has substantial qualities and applications. Corporations are in the process of developing different kinds of hydrogels that are being used in:-

-food

-water

-jabs

They contain conductive nanotechnology which locks on to human DNA and can be controlled by 5G sensors. This allows for both DNA collection and manipulation and further allows for the tracking of human beings.

Hydrogel characteristics are:-

- self recoverability

- electrical conductivity

- transparency

- freezing resistance

- stretching

- self healing

- stimuli responsiveness

EMF:

We are surrounded by EMF radiation:-

-Mobile phones

-Television

-WIFI

- Electric cars

- Electric substations / powerstations and cabling

To best protect from graphene oxide poisoning and the activation thereof, via EMF, in the body there’s several methods to limit exposure:-

- do not live in a city with lots of 5G towers

- turn off WIFI when not in use

- keep fully away from smart meters and if installed in your home have it removed

- keep away from smart devices - mobile phones - store in a drawer switched off when not in use

- use EMF protection devices; orgone energy products to help transform the radiation to mitigate the harmful effects.

Orgone:

Orgone energy, EMF protection and graphene oxide

As graphene oxide is activated by EMF an individual should create a protective barrier within the immediate environment to mitigate EMF.

Dr William Reich in the 1930’s made a discovery that can be used today as EMF protection.

Through a series of experiments he discovered that living samples placed in containers made from alternate layers of steel and non conductive organic material were able to harness ‘cosmic energy’ from the environment. He called this energy ‘orgone’.

Orgone accumulators had the ability to:-

- preserve blood samples for long periods of time

- sprout healthier plant seedlings

- provide pain relief to patients who sat inside them

Translate this to today, we can use:-

- sheets of steel

- plastic

- composite blend of iron oxide, steel, brass, shungite and crystal powders in epoxy resin

thereby creating a ‘harmoniser’.

Dr Reich’s blood test work was conducted by Heriditus labs.

Decaying blood cells were termed ‘bio so by Dr Reich.

Healthy cells had a solid membrane with a blue light around them, this light is the life force or ‘aura’ of the cell. As the cell dies and disintergrates the membrane walls form spikey protrusions.

The graphene oxide based nanoparticles in the jabs are designed to penetrate the membrane of the cells in order to place the MRNA into them.

Dr Robert Young concludes that EMF radiation poisoning and graphene oxide poisoning are they spike protein effect’

The cells look identical to that in the behaviour of the dying blood cells in the Reich experiment.

He concluded that the cells are poisoned and are dying, Dr Reich’s tests demonstrated how the orgone devices slow down and stop the decaying of the blood cells thereby showing, at a cellular level, how orgone energy protects you from harmful EMF.

Dr Reich concluded;

blood cells within his orgone accumulation box had a rate of cell death and decay of 5% and those outside of the box 50%, the orgone was preserving the life force and health of the blood.

Orgone Devices

EMF protection can come in a variety of products.

The intention is to place orgone devices around the home and your environment within which you are daily.

The devices work passively emitting an orgone energy field which interacts with any EMF radiation around you. The field changes harmful EMF energy into healthy beneficial energy.

Orgoneenergy.org sell various devices and have a wealth of information on the subject.

COMUSAV - world health and life coalition recommendations to those jabbed:

1. In general follow an alkaline diet.

Avoid:

- flour

- sugar

- dairy products

- red meat

2. Increase natural spring water intake.

3. Ground and Earth your body. At least three times per week for a minimum of 30 minutes ensure you are barefoot in nature - grass, sand or soil.

4. Ensure electrical pollution hygiene.

Avoid:

- 4G/5G antennas

- WIFI

- electronic devices

5. Post jab:

- drink seawater combined with natural mineral water at a ratio of 50ml:50ml - one intake, daily, on an empty stomach for 30 days and;

- drink 25ml seawater and 75ml natural mineral water on an empty stomach for 60 days and;

- take a zinc supplement 50mg daily and;

- take a vitamin D3 2000 ui daily with breakfast and:

- take CDS C20 (chlorine dioxide; anti infectious agent which is both antibacterial and antiviral) 100ml 10 times throughout the day and;

- take food grade zeolite*

- take melatonin 3mg at bedtime

Zeolite

- spray liquid - 90mg - 4 sprays, 3 times a day

- dropper liquid - 90mg - 4 drops, 3 times a day

- micronised zeolite - mix 1/3 tablespoon 3 times per day in 350ml of water

- capsules - 3 capsules, 3 times per day with 350ml of water

Other COMUSAV recommendations:

- CDS (chlorine dioxide) Enema protocol 3 - E20 20ml CDS in 500ml of water twice per week

Purilanbor (marine electrolytes) - 2 sublingual drops in the morning and evening

- Footbaths with CDS and seawater for 30 minutes - 20ml CDS and 180ml water (ideally seawater) for 7 days

- Pranic healing (energy therapy)

Product Sourcing:

The various supplements noted in this paper should be obtained from an organic, non big pharmaceutical, independent trusted organisation.

Here are two leading experts whom we here at TOFF have purchased organic supplements from:

Caroline Mansfield, an expert in detoxification and blood analysis, based in London, suggests root brands:

www.therootbrands.com

Caroline Mansfield can also perform blood analysis.

Clive de Carle, a holistic therapist sells many organic supplements via his website:

www.clivedecarle.com

Following on from detoxification and health enhancement it’s essential your blood and vitamin levels are monitored to ensure they show improvement during the process.

Here at TOFF we support a happy healthy organic life and we wish all those affected by the last few years toxicity the very best in health and happiness 🤗

Much love,

TOFF xxx

🌲🚜🤗🌲🚜🤗🌲🤗🚜🌲🤗🌲🚜🤗🌲🚜

DISCLAIMER NOTE:

Here at TOFF we are not medical experts nor do we profess to be, this paper has been written as a body of research conducted over the last couple of years drawing from expert industry peers. This paper is suggested to be read and any medical interventions taken in conjunction with guidance from your own medically qualified advisor. We cannot and will not be held liable or responsible for any individual medical

adverse outcomes.

This research paper remains the property of TOFF, it cannot be reproduced or distributed without the prior permission being granted by TOFF.

Thank you happy healthy life seekers 🤗

#detoxification #detox #organic #healthy #awareness #healing #awake #health

2 notes · View notes