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elvensorceress · 1 year

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snippet Sunday 💕

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Have some thirsty, pining Buck from chapter 11 of Unless You Ask Me To

After some food made with love by their extended family and after some situating and reorganizing of Chris’ room so he’s comfortable and has books and games and a water bottle within reach, and a very loud, very old space blaster toy Buck digs out of hiding and gives him to use in case he needs something and they don’t hear him— Eddie always says people can hear the screeching fake alien explosions in the next state, the stupid gun is so fucking loud— Buck follows Eddie to his bedroom. Their bedroom? For now?

Eddie immediately collapses onto his bed with a long, deep groan of relief.

Buck’s heart stops for a good three or four seconds. He stops just inside the doorway. Everything stops.

Just. Holy fuck. It’s a completely innocent noise. A ragged, uninhibited, damn near rapturous one, but it’s not actually obscene or sexual. Buck is not trying to— to— anything. Think anything. He’s not thinking or picturing anything. Oh god, is he not picturing or thinking.

It’s normal. It’s nothing.

It was just sudden. And surprising. And fucking god, Buck is only human.

It’s been a long time now? Since he’s been with anyone. Eddie is— he’s Eddie. He’s gorgeous and loving and sexy and beautiful in every way imaginable. And Buck is so, so hopelessly in love with him. He wants Eddie so badly. When has he not wanted Eddie? Has that ever happened? Buck can’t think of any single moment ever. Not ever.

Like maybe even before they met, Eddie was the key to everything Buck’s ever craved and needed and dreamed about and longed for. Maybe he didn’t know it. But the love was there, waiting to be given, waiting for someone who would want it, who would return it in full measure.

Then Eddie is sprawled out in bed on his back with a hand over his face. His shirt is thin and falls tightly around his chest and arms and stomach. The jeans he has on are worn in, they’re older so they mold to every line and curve of his thighs and hips and— and everything else they’re concealing.

Buck can’t help imagining how he could stretch out on top of Eddie, how he could slip his fingers through the thick silken locks of hair that are growing longer now than they have in a while. How he could cover Eddie with love and protection and kiss the spot on his chest where his henley is open and there’s a tiny hint of chest hair peeking through. He could kiss Eddie everywhere and press love and reassurance and promises into him. He could saturate and fill Eddie’s whole body with heat and warmth and pleasure until he can coax more blissful, comforted noises from him, and take away all the tension and all the pain that Buck knows is infesting, strangling his muscles and bones and soul.

If only Buck could do that for him. Take away all his pain. Replace it with every ounce of love the universe can possibly hold. He would be able to take all the love imaginable and pour it into Eddie. It’s all held tightly within Buck’s chest. It lives there and makes his heart pulse and send blood and oxygen to his body. The myogenic, electric current that exists even without brain or nerve signals or outside stimulus. The heart is a muscle that can contract in and of itself without ever being told. Eddie’s always been the thing that makes his heart beat.

#buddie #buddie wip #seven sentence sunday #911 #fic: unless you ask me to #omg they were roommates #jenwyn wip

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bleachbleachbleach · 1 year

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Holy Hospital Monitor!

Was anyone else besides me utterly surprised when we saw Rukia and Renji in the trauma center and then we got a shot of a very modern looking patient monitor???

It wasn’t the presence of the monitor that surprised me — more of that fact that I never considered shinigami to have biological bodies. In my mind, they are made up of reishi particles that happen to take the approximate form of a human body. Why would their vital monitoring equipment look anything like the ones for humans?? This is still utterly amazing to me. I couldn’t help but see how their bodies might work though.

Taking a closer look:

First of all, the top and bottom monitors on the left side read exactly the same, so LOL? Renji and Rukia are of one heart/mind/soul and apparently also, vital signs. Let’s just assume the bottom monitor is a duplicate of one patient for some reason. We are told that both patients are “stable” but I don’t think "stable" necessarily means “identical” LOL.

At first I thought this monitor belonged to Rukia, because we get this shot while she is talking. However, upon closer examination, it has to be Renji’s because he is the only one on a ventilator. And this monitor set up is measuring end tidal CO2 (EtCO2), which is only possible if there’s something on the face to measuring breathing. Although, I guess it is possible that Soul Society has made some medical/technological advances so that they would have a non-invasive way of measuring breathing. But Rukia is also talking during this scene, which would mess up her breathing anyway, and the monitor remains steady the entire time. So, back to Renji.

EtCO2: End tidal CO2. At 42 mmHg this falls within normal range. But, this is… not exactly a normal waveform. The breaths are a bit short with somewhat of an obstructive/bronchospasm pattern. Someone should probably take a look at him to make sure he’s breathing correctly and there’s nothing wrong with the ventilator.

BP: Blood pressure. I’d like to point out this is very close to that 120/80 number that gets cited all the time, which is at the top end of what is considered “normal.” The mean arterial pressure (MAP) is 95, which is also normal and means there’s good perfusion to the organs and extremities! Renji gets a gold star for textbook blood pressure. Considering he had some massive blood loss though, I would be very surprised if he had normal blood pressure… I suppose they could’ve given him a blood transfusion and probably got him on a really impressive fluid regimen and pressers lol. The waveform on the big monitor looks kind of weird too though? The dicrotic notch is pretty flat and the waveforms are pretty spaced out… Maybe they’re measuring from a central line that’s in a distal extremity, like a foot. As for the waveform on the small monitor… I think that’s supposed to be another arterial blood pressure but LOL it looks like it’s coming from a different person. It’s on a different scale, but the pulses look way faster regardless.

SpO2: Oxygen saturation. At 97% this is a normal reading. This measures the amount of oxygen-saturated hemoglobin, so this suggests shinigami have normal blood like humans…? I have no idea what’s going on with the waveform though, because this doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen. The waveforms are facing the wrong way….?

HR: Heart rate (and ECG/EKG). 72bpm is a normal heart rate for an average adult human. However, given that Renji is 1) unconscious and 2) in very good cardiologic shape, this seems a little high to me. I have no baseline to compare this to though. Maybe shinigami have little rabbit hearts or something and this is a low resting HR. This EKG reading though… OH BOY. People spend many years learning how to properly read EKGs, so I’m not even going to try and diagnose what’s going on here. There’s a whole lot of noise in the R-R interval (the line between the tall peaks), which could be indicative of some kind of fibrillation, except it’s also regularly irregular. Suffice to say, this is not what a normal waveform looks like. Maybe this is proof of shinigami hearts working differently?

Conclusion: Well, all the waveforms are consistent (stable), if a little wonky by human monitoring standards. The numbers (EtCO2, BP, HR, and SpO2) all read normally too! Interesting to consider that maybe no matter what, the metrics needed to sustain life are the same as they are for humans, but the internal workings of the body (the pattern waveforms) are completely different!

#bleach tybw #i am not a physican so please don't come at me #however if you know more about reading patient monitors please chime in with your thought and interpretations!#what do i even tag this with #yet another example of B3 going completely off the rails with information that is neither important nor particularly relevant #shinigamiology #no brain just bleach

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coldresolve · 1 year

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Moneymakers, pt.i // Introduction to the Show

AO3 / Masterlist / Next

The one with the bleached-blond hair.

The one who yanked him sideways by the handle of his backpack and repeatedly kicked at his legs when he only fell halfway inside, until Conrad managed to draw his legs up and retreat backwards into darkness.

The one who slid the door closed so hard it rattled the whole van, only to set upon Conrad, wrestling him to the floor and pinning him there with a knee in his back.

The one who slammed his face into the unpadded floor when he managed to twist his arm free, breaking his nose with a crack that still reverberates in his skull.

The one who pressed his cheek into his own blood and hissed into his ear, a promise for a much worse outcome if he kept squirming.

The one who forcefully shoved a cloth into his mouth mid-scream and duct-taped it in place, looping the tape all the way around his head for good measure.

That’s the one Conrad fears the most.

And yet, it’s the one he has to try and beg to.

Through the tears in his eyes, he can see the guy in the passenger seat, wide eyes and manic grin intermittently illuminated by the yellow glow of streetlights. He scuffles through the contents of Conrad’s backpack, and holds a mostly one-sided conversation with the driver in a voice that’s bright and cracking with excitement, as if he’s high on the trill from an amusement park ride, and not someone who just kidnapped a stranger off the street. Every once in a while, when Conrad’s muffled pleas successfully recatch his attention, the guy looks over his shoulder, and Conrad desperately tries to communicate his desperation through the gag – but then, inevitably, the fake blond turns around to look out the windshield, shaking his head incredulously, that crooked grin creeping back on his face.

“Fuck, man, we’re actually doing this. Holy shit.”

Conrad knows what the fake blond is thinking – that he’s struggling to beg to be released, to threaten, to bargain or hurl insults, just like they do in the movies. But he’s not.

He’s choking.

Slowly.

There’s a gap between the duct tape and his lower lip, but the air is getting harder and harder to push through the cloth saturating with saliva. His nose is stuffed with blood, and he’s managed to swallow most of it, ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach and the cloth that constantly threatens to trigger his gag reflex. But by now, the blood is starting to clot, clogging up his nose for good.

If he could somehow free himself from the hard plastic strips that dig into the flesh on his wrists, he could rip the tape off and breathe. But the zip ties don’t budge an inch, even though he tries to squeeze his hands through. Their edges feel rough and sharp against his skin every time he so much as tries to twist his arms around his torso to reach – but evidently, Fake Blond thought he might try that, because he’s fastened the ties around his wrists to one in a belt loop on the back of his jeans.

Little by little, Conrad’s airways close shut. He can feel it in the lightheadedness that isn’t born from terror alone, the tingling in his arms and legs that isn’t just the restraints cutting off blood supply, but his blood itself wearing thin. His head is getting heavy to hold, there’s stars in his eyes. Little by little, he’s starved of oxygen. Inch by painstaking inch, he feels a soft internal pull, his body’s yearning for unconsciousness.

Conrad shouts, but under the engine revving up, it’s barely audible, even to himself. He tries again mid gear shift, when the noise is at its lowest, and that catches Fake Blond’s attention again.

Please, please help.

He tries to say it with his eyes. Tries to twist his bound hands enough to point at his face, but only manages to point sideways at the van’s door. Fake Blond squints and turns around completely in his seat, and for a brief moment, a small hope blooms in Conrad’s chest. But the guy only blurts out a short laugh.

“You serious? Not happening, dude.”

“What’s he doing?” the driver mutters. In stark contrast to his partner, he sounds more bored than anything.

With a snort, Fake Blond settles back into his seat. “Nothin’, he just wants out.”

When Conrad gathers up the energy to shout again, a weak, frantic wail that catches in his throat, it only prompts Fake Blond to laugh, but he doesn’t turn around.

They’re not listening to him. They’re not listening, and Conrad can feel the cartilage in his nose move about with a faint clicking sound when he tries to draw in a breath, but he doesn’t succeed, so his chest stays a vacuum. His eyes scour the dimly lit space, desperate for anything he can use as leverage to either break free of the zip ties or pull the gag off on, but there’s nothing. Aside from himself and a few white plastic bottles strewn about in a corner, there’s nothing.

He worms his way down to the back doors of the van, rolls over on his back, and tries kicking at the back doors. It’s hard with his ankles tied together, and he doesn’t know what it would achieve, but he does it anyway. Maybe it can catch the attention of other drivers.

A high pitched laugh behind him. “He really wants out.”

Around his fifth kick, Conrad realizes he’s being stupid. His breath doesn’t pick up – it can’t – but the void in his chest seems to expand with his effort. He lets himself slump.

The next thing he knows, his eyes fly open, and he hauls to inhale through the cloth. A groan grates in his throat as he blinks through the haze and it isn’t until a streetlight whizzes by outside that he realizes he isn’t actually blind; the back of the van is just black as night. He knows he must’ve blacked out for a short moment. Also knows, from the shaky uncertainty in his limbs and the aching in his head and chest and throat, that for however long he was unconscious, he wasn’t breathing at all.

It comes creeping again, like the closing shutter on a camera lens vignetting the ceiling of the van, and he tries to reject it, tries to fight for consciousness until he can’t remember why he’s trying so hard. Blood trickles down the back of his throat, but that, too, feels vaguely comforting in the high light of asphyxiation. His boat sways and sinks, and Conrad, heavy on its floor, lets himself sink with it.

Far away, someone hisses out a curse, and a figure crosses in front of the lights shining in from outside. The vague, dream-like fog is pierced by a sharp pain in his cheek. Fingernails dig into the fresh wound, scratching to get a hold of the layers of duct tape, and finally pulls them off so quickly, it barely registers as painful. The cloth is yanked out of his mouth and he draws in a ragged gasp, filling his chest with air that vaguely tastes like salt and rockweed.

“Hey, why are you—"

“He’s suffocating, you idiot.”

Conrad’s body acts on its own, pushing out the breath to pull in another, and once it does, it seems to take on an automatic, frantic kind of fight. It’s as if the air can’t come quickly enough, as if his lungs are trying to make up for every breath he failed to inhale. He becomes vaguely aware of a hand on the base of his neck tilting his head until he half-faces the floor, feels the blood and saliva that’s collected in his throat dribble out past his lips.

“Where the fuck was he supposed to breathe from, Renee? His ass? Why did you break his nose anyway?”

“Relax. He was squirming.”

“Of course he was, he’s scared shitless. Use your fucking head.”

Blinking fog from his eyes, Conrad tries to steady his wheezing breaths, lifting his head just in time to see Fake Blond’s – Renee’s – backlit silhouette shrugging from the passenger seat. “Sorry,” the silhouette says, voice edged with more than a little sarcasm.

There’s a soft, metallic click followed by a frustrated sigh. Wide-eyed, Conrad looks up to see a guy kneeling beside him, folding a knife in on itself to stuff it back into his pocket. It takes Conrad a moment to realize he’s looking at the driver, and not some newly appeared third kidnapper.

The guy’s jaw is set as he looks his hostage over, long dark hair disappearing behind his shoulders, face only half illuminated by the light shining in through the windshield. His nose is somewhat hooked, dark eyes serious under thick brows. When he reaches out his hand, Conrad shrinks back until his head hits the van’s wall. His reluctance doesn’t really seem to faze the driver, though, because he casually follows along, grabbing hold of Conrad’s chin and turning his face to this side and that. His mouth twitches a little before he lets go.

“We’ll deal with that later,” he murmurs, voice slightly strained with anger, but at least it isn’t directed at Conrad. “You okay?”

Conrad gives a small nod, then has to grit his teeth at the surge of emotion that washes through him when he’s had a second to consider that he actually is okay. He’s alive, and he can breathe. He can’t even begin to consider the outcome if his kidnappers hadn’t noticed when they did, if they’d kept driving for an hour longer, thirty minutes, five even. A surge of overwhelming relief and terror hits him like a bolt of lightning, and it feels pathetic, but he can’t help it. Can’t tell if the tremors that rattle him to the core are rooted in joy or fear, can’t stop them either way. He breaks down in tears.

A chuckle rises from the passenger seat, cutting through the sound of Conrad’s racking sobs. “Oh my god, Davin, you’ve already made him cry.”

The driver rolls his eyes. “Go for a smoke, will you?”

As Renee shrugs and pops open the passenger side door, Conrad tries to stop hyperventilating, counting each second that passes per breath, forcing it even. Through the frame of the van, he feels the door slam shut, and he catches the driver’s eye the moment Renee is out of earshot. Maybe it’s stupid to assume the small hint of empathy in the man’s expression is genuine, but Conrad is desperate, and he needs it.

Despite his best efforts, the moment he starts talking, he falters again. “I’m—I couldn’t—I, I s—”

Air whistles out through his teeth in shaking increments, a steady rhythm of ss-ss-ss-ss, until he can’t possibly exhale further, and he heaves in a new breath, tries to keep it under control. Pressing his shoulder to the floor, he manages to push himself up, settling with his back to the van’s wall, now closer to eye level with Davin, who watches him, silent, calculatingalmost. Conrad draws his tied legs up in front of him, and that feels safer somehow, like a barricade between him and his captor.

“Wh-what do you want?” he croaks. “I’ll give you anything, whatever you want, I’ll g-give, I’ll give it to you…"

“Yeah, listen—”

“And I won’t tell anyone, I swear, I won’t tell, won’t go to the, the police or, or to anyone. I’ll lie about it, I’ll say I fell, or, or, or I got mugged and didn’t see your faces, didn’t see anyth—”

Davin claps his hands. Once, loudly, a crack so out of the blue, it makes Conrad jump. He stays frozen, staring wide-eyed.

“Sorry,” Davin mutters. “Just—listen to me, alright? Deep breaths, you’re okay. I know you’re scared, and you have every reason to be. That,” he points at Conrad’s broken nose, “wasn’t supposed to happen. Renee got carried away, and it wasn’t part of the plan. We’re not gonna kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. You have my word, you’re not gonna die.”

Conrad swallows, and tries to keep his voice somewhat even. “So you’re… holding me for, for ransom…? Is that what this is? A ransom?”

Shifting to kneel in a more comfortable position, Davin grimaces and shakes his head. “If I’m patient with you, you can be a little patient with me, yeah? We’ll get to the whys eventually, but right now, there’s something else we need to discuss.”

There’s something in Davin’s voice that makes Conrad’s stomach sink, a subtle twist of the kind tone, perhaps, a hint that whatever comes next, it won’t be quite so comforting.

Prompted by his silence, Davin continues, voice even. “We’re switching cars. That can happen one of two ways: You willingly stay quiet through the whole thing, or I’m gonna put the gag back in your mouth and wait until you’ve passed out to transfer you. Either option, I get my way, so it’s up to you.”

Bitter at his own gullibility, Conrad feels a wince flash across his face, and new tears burn in his eyes at the mere thought of choking again. “I’ll st—” he whispers unevenly, and clears his throat. “I’ll stay quiet.”

“Is that a promise?”

Conrad wearily eyes the bloodstained cloth. “Y-yeah.”

Smirking, Davin stretches back to grab one of the bottles that’ve rolled into a far corner, and starts fumbling with the cap. Plastic creaks and taps under fingers getting white from pressing so hard, and it continues until he lets out a frustrated grunt and mutters under his breath, “These fucking lids…” He fishes the knife back out from his pocket, and Conrad feels himself tense up when he flicks it open. Davin doesn’t seem fazed by his fear.

“I want to make it clear,” he says slowly, “that if you do decide to scream - that will get you nothing. We’re on a dock several hundred meters from the nearest inhabited building. At best, someone calls the cops, but we’ll be long gone by the time anyone arrives. At worst…”

Running the edge of the knife around the bottle’s neck, Davin carefully rotates it as he goes. There’s a strange grotesqueness to the way the plastic splits and gapes open, and although Conrad can’t smell the bottle’s contents, he can still somehow taste the sharp chlorine of a strong chemical cleaner.

“Well, come to think of it,” Davin mutters. “‘At worst’ implies it’s avoidable with the right odds, but it’s more of an inevitability. I’ll know you’re the disingenuous type, and I won’t be happy about it.” With a final twist of the knife, Davin pops the lid off and palms it – then hesitates. He looks up, thumb running over the cut edge of the bottleneck. “Your name is Conrad, right?”

Conrad manages to tear his gaze from the knife to meet Davin’s eyes. One raised brow over eyes kept empty enough to reveal nothing, and his tone is casual, if only mildly curious. He doesn’t look like a man in the middle of threatening someone else into silence, and something about that makes it so, so much worse.

“It is. Renee read me your driver’s license,” Davin says, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me, Conrad. Do you want to know what I’ll do if I find out you’ve lied to my face?”

Conrad quickly shakes his head, prompting a small nod from the other.

“Ignorance is bliss, eh? Good. Let’s keep you blissful, then.”

With that, Davin tosses the lid to the side, hitting a window in the van’s back door with a tap. A few seconds pass before the door pops open, and Renee sticks his head inside, a cigarette burned almost to the filter dangling from his lips. “Yessir?”

Davin’s eyes shoot from Renee to the cigarette to the yellow warning label on the side of the bottle in his hand depicting a black flame. He looks about ready to say something when he stops himself, winces, and silently shakes his head. “You carry him over,” he says. “I’ll take care of the van.”

“Deal,” Renee grins, and the cigarette jumps a little, sending flakes of ash floating to catch in his jacket. As his eyes trail anew from the zip ties around Conrad’s ankles, to the bound wrists behind his back, to the flakes of blood and still-drying tear tracks trailing lines down his skin, a wicked smile dawns on Renee’s face, and when their eyes finally meet - he winks. “You heard the man. Let’s go.”

It takes effort, forcing his frozen body to move, and when he does, it’s stiff, and more than a little shaky. Conrad digs his heels into the floor and slowly drags himself toward the doors where Renee stands, expectantly waiting for him. He struggles to keep himself upright, wincing as the ties around his wrists make it difficult and painful. On his final stretch, Renee spits out the cigarette butt and reaches into the van to grab his ankle and drag him forward, and Conrad lets out a yelp as the sudden, quick forward pull makes him tip over, sliding toward the doors on his side.

“Whoops,” Renee says with a snicker. He yanks Conrad’s legs out over the edge, hauling him upright by the front of his jacket. With a casually humorous glint in his eyes, he grabs Conrad’s chin and forces his head to look back in Davin’s direction, tapping his bloodied cheek with the tip of his finger. “Hey, what about the tape?”

Davin shakes his head. “I think he got the message.”

Renee lets Conrad go, brow furrowed for several moments, until his expression suddenly lightens and he breaks out in boyish laughter.

And Conrad ducks his head.

AO3 / Masterlist / Next

#writing #original characters #moneymakers #renee #davin #conrad

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macgyvermedical · 1 year

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Do you know anything about how you would've treated asthma in the 1930s?

The closest reference for this i have is from the 1950s, but with the exception of antibiotics I think this is probably fairly similar.

Asthma was understood as a consequence of 1 or more of 3 possible factors:

Psychological

Infective

Allergic

For psychological, which was really important at the time, you'd pretty much just use sedatives. For that we had barbiturates, ether, or paraldehyde, the former given as a pill and the latter 2 given as suppositories as needed. The goal would be to give a med that wouldn't depress respiration, but would cause relaxation. Morphine was not used for this, but codeine might have been. For reference, yes, barbiturates and codeine depress respiration, but I guess not as much as other stuff?

They could also do back rubs and foot rubs, and mustard plasters to try to draw the inflammation from the lungs to a different part of the body.

A note on sedatives/hypnotics: The more I get into 20th century medicine, the more I realize we probably don't do nearly enough for anxiety these days.

Back then EVERYONE was being treated for anxiety if they were sick. We were on top of that sh*t. While I don't think it's great to give everyone phenobarbital and chloral hydrate for a cold or after surgery, I also don't think we should be as stingy about antihistamines and trazodone as we are. Like, do you know how much better patients' lives would be if everyone got a PRN for benadryl or trazodone in the hospital if they wanted it? I honestly think hospital length-of-stays would go down. My hospital won't go further than 0.3 of melatonin

I think it would solve a lot of problems if patients could sleep (nearly impossible in a hospital as they stand without some kind of assistance) and have their anxiety controlled before it boiled over and required a sitter and chemical restraint.

But that's just me.

Anyway, on to infective. So in the late 1930s we had sulfa drugs, but not the heavy hitters like penicillin. Prontosil (sulfanilamide) would have likely been used for pneumonias at least in urban areas in the US and Europe, and assuming a bacterial infection, it probably would have worked to some degree (resistance would not have been a major problem at this point). If there were no signs of infection, or if it had been anywhere else, it would likely not have been used.

Allergic is probably the cause most associated with asthma today. In the 1950s it would have been treated with the new steroids prednisone and prednisolone. In the 1930s the best we had was epinephrine, ephedrine, and theophylline. The ephedrine and theophylline would have been given as a tablet, the epi would have been given subcutaneously or IM as a long-acting shot packed in oil.

Additionally, the advice to clean the house and stay away from triggers would have been given just as it is today.

Generally, breathing steam, giving expectorants like potassium iodide, and sitting in a comfortable position for breathing would have been common practice. Oxygen, if available was also given if the patient was cyanotic (we didn't have a way of measuring pulse oxygen saturation easily, so relied on physical signs of labored breathing and color changes).

#writing reference #medical history #asthma #respiratory

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normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke · 2 years

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ok cripples, spoonies, and other phsy disabled people. I am looking for a device to help with my disability.

Required features:

Can measure heart rate (BPM).

Can measure body temperature.

Wearable.

Preferred features:

Can measure blood oxygen saturation.

Has a screen so I can read my measurements without taking out my phone.

Not over $500.

I am genuinely unsure if this device exists. If you have this (or maybe two devices that I could use at the same time that would achieve the same effect?) please let me know. I'm specifically having trouble finding a wearable body temp device and I feel like it has to exist.

#cripplepunk #cpunk #cripple punk #actually disabled #spoonie #cfs #pots

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pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop · 2 months

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Shellos & Gastrodon

Shellos (#422)

Limarex cornusformosus pacifica (West Sea Shellos) Limarex cornusformosus atlantica (East Sea Shellos)

General Information: Shellos the Sea Slug Pokémon. When under duress, Shellos emit a sticky purple fluid from themselves. While otherwise harmless, this fluid serves a vital defense mechanism against threats.

There are two main forms of Shellos: the West Sea and East Sea variants. There may be more unofficial variants.

Both forms of Shellos are 1 foot tall (0.3 M) and weigh about 13.9 pounds (6.3 kg).

Habitat: Shellos are found all around the world. They generally live in shallower waters near coral reefs and sponge reefs, able to crawl onto land for a few hours at a time before they risk drying out and have to return to the water.

The East Sea variant prefers the colder waters of the Atlantic, and have in recent centuries steadily decreased in numbers and even immigrated farther to the poles. In contrast, the West Sea variant prefers the warmer waters of the Pacific & Indian Oceans. They have proliferated under the rising ocean temperatures of climate change, and are steadily spreading to other parts of the global ocean, including the equatorial and Mediterranean regions of the Atlantic, as they make their way through the Suez Canal.

The West Sea and East Sea variants are named such because the scientist who realized that these two Pokémon were the same species, was from the Americas, so to him the Pacific Ocean was the West Sea and the Atlantic Ocean was the East Sea.

Life Cycles: Shellos are born from tiny eggs by the hundreds every winter, when oceanic oxygen saturation is at its peak. These eggs are not tended to by its parents, and many are eaten long before they’re ready to hatch. Upon hatching, the Shellos is fully independent and ready to start eating algae. Their natural defensive measure, the purple sticky ink stuff, is fully self-automated just like making mucus and breathing is for humans.

Every autumn, the Shellos begin the mating cycle, which is involves finding another Shellos (or other species, of course) that they fancy and a few weeks later laying a giant clutch of tiny Pokémon eggs. And I mean tiny, Shellos eggs are about the size of an adult human pinky-finger bone.

Behavior: Shellos are colonial animals that enjoy safety in numbers. They are amicable though scared easily by perceived threats.

Diet: They eat algae.

Conservation: Threatened (East Sea), Least Concern (West Sea)

Relationship with Humans: Shellos are neat little critters of the ocean. They have been food, companions, and just little guys you can keep in a saltwater aquarium. There is a misnomer that Shellos are “low-maintenance” pets, and this is far from the truth. They are saltwater organisms that require highly specific habitats just like other saltwater pets. While they have a tolerance for land, they need to be in saltwater for at least half of their day when outside their Pokéball. Of course, the specialty Pokéball, the Dive Ball, automatically provides a stable salt or fresh water environment depending on the species.

The spreading invasion of West Sea Shellos is a pressing point in marine conservation biology, and local Rangers and scientists are already trying to curb the spread and reintroduce East Sea Shellos in their old homes. Unfortunately, these efforts are limited in their success not because the East Sea Shellos can’t handle the warmer waters, but because the West Sea Shellos handles it better—they’re faster, quicker to react to predators, and have a greater tolerance for the lower oxygen levels. The two subspecies don’t even directly compete, in fact Shellos and Gastrodons alike are amicable with each other, it’s that they are evolutionary adapted for different ocean temperatures.

Shellos are capable of rapid regeneration and immense stretchiness of their limbs. Their regenerative capabilities are a source of scientific investigation.

Classification: Shellos are in the clade Anaspidea (Sea Hares). The species epithet “cornusformosus” roughly means “well-formed horns.”

Gastrodon (#423)

Limarex gigasformosus pacifica (West Sea Gastrodon) Limarex gigasformosus atlantica (East Sea Gastrodon)

General Information: Gastrodon the Sea Slug Pokémon, and the evolved form of Shellos. Just like its pre-evolution, Gastrodon release the same sticky purple fluid when under pressure, which allows them to flee from threats. Their bodies are startling soft and squishy, and they leave behind a trail of sticky slime when they move around on land. Once upon a time, the ancestors of Gastrodons once had a shell that protected them.

They average at 2’11 ft (0.9 M) tall and weigh about 65.9 (29.9 kg).

Habitat: While Shellos live deeper in the water along reefs, Gastrodons prefer shallow tide pools, beaches, and rocky shorelines. They will move about on land as seen fit, especially during rainy weather, but have to be wary of their hydration levels for Gastrodons are susceptible to dehydration if they are out of water for too long.

Life Cycles: Gastrodon life cycles are identical to Shellos life cycles. The only difference is that Gastrodons are capable of laying more eggs than Shellos.

Behavior: Gastrodon are less friendly toward each other than Shellos are. While they are protective of their own, Gastrodons from other colonies/pods are seen as encroaching on their territory. Normally, pods are respectful of each other’s territory and there’s rarely conflict. In modern times, as West Sea Gastrodons steadily invade the Atlantic and Meditteranean Sea through the Suez Canal, this has led to a rapid uptick in violent conflicts between Gastrodons.

Diet: Gastrodon eat plankton, which is why they’re closer to the water’s surface than Shellos are.

Conservation: Threatened (East Sea), Least Concern (West Sea)

Relationship with Humans: The regenerative capabilities of Gastrodons are astounding, and are a growing area of research for organ replacement science.

Gastrodons are reasonably liked Pokémon. They’re not hugely popular like Eevees or Pikachus, but they’re well-established within the broader pop cultures of the world. There is an entire line of immensely soft and huggable plushies that are based on the squishy Gastrodon and Shellos. They are also popular in tournaments due to their reliability as a partner and surprising usefulness as battlers.

Classification: The genus name “Limarex” is based on “mare” (sea) and “limax” (snail) in Latin.

Evolution: Gastrodon evolves from Shellos at level 30.

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Pocket Dissolved Oxygen Tester

The Pocket Dissolved Oxygen Tester has a polarographic sensor for measuring dissolved oxygen levels. The dissolved oxygen meter's system menu allows you to configure six settings such as the number of calibration points, temperature units, and so on. It can determine the amount of dissolved oxygen in water, wastewater, and other liquids and solutions.

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Climate Change

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Climate Change is a completely and utterly bullshit term. What they mean is Global Warming. The reason they changed it is the Global Warming is something that can actually be MEASURED. And if it can be measured, it can be refuted.

Every time a major weather event happens, people bring it out as proof of Global Warming, without the slightest effort to look into the data. I live in an area that became a worldwide exemplar for how Global Warming is killing us, but the fun thing is I’ve lived here my entire life. We had a similar heat dome 25-ish years ago. The reason it had record temperatures was that it happened earlier in the year than the last heat wave.

The Canadian government also uses REARWARD PROJECTIONS to prove the veracity of it’s forward projections for temperature. What this means is that we cannot believe anything the Canadian government says about temperature data. For the record, before the government did this, the temperature graph was basically flat.

Just before the change happened, there was a study that looked at mostly rural sites around the country, and showed no change.

But wait, is Carbon Dioxide a greenhouse gas or not?

Yes, yes, yes it is. And yes, for a time, the increase in global temperatures did match the increase in Carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere.

So, Global Warming is real then?

First, to put it into perspective, the three biggest contributors to global temperature, other than the Sun, obviously, (we’ll get to that later), is:

Water Vapour

Rayleigh Scattering

All Other Gases.

Carbon Dioxide is the biggest contributor from All Other Gases, but Oxygen and Ozone also apply.

Gas light absorption graphs are logarithmic. You need an order more gas to produce a linear increase in absorption. What this means is that at a minimum, for Carbon Dioxide to absorb more light, we’d need to double the current levels, and 10 times is not out the realm of the possible.

Before we jumped on the Global Warming bandwagon without any proof, (more on that later), the scientific consensus is that we were likely going towards a new ice age.

None of these theories are mutually exclusive. We added Carbon Dioxide to the atmosphere, and put off Glaciation, and then Carbon Dioxide reached saturation, (reached a point that it would require 10x more to increase the Greenhouse Gas Effect it can produce).

No onto some other issues that are often brought up as counterproof for Global Warming:

Acid Rain: We restricted the chemicals that were making acid rain. We did a fantastic job of cleaning up our emissions, until we started worrying about Carbon Dioxide.

Hole in the Ozone: This was caused by CFC’s, and we banned them. And the Ozone layer healed everywhere but Australia.

By contrast, CO2 is, literally, plant food. A number of green houses use CO2 generators because higher concentrations of CO2 allows them to grow more.

Alright, let’s say we want to stop producing CO2. Even if not for Global Warming, then as my father suggested, to save some carbon for when we’ll risk going back to glaciation. So, we want to reduce our carbon emissions, what do we do?

Solar Power: This takes a of energy to create. There are other problems, but the biggest one is that we don’t have storage. California has too much solar power, as they cannot store it for usage when they actually need it.

Wind Power: We are doing this in an insanely stupid way. I’m seriously, most wind turbines are the worst way we would do it. Wind Power is also highly temperamental, and we don’t have a good way of storing it.

These both work on smaller scales, and are something we can slowly lean into, but they cannot provide most of our power. Actually, we can learn from Germany. Germany had the highest amount of power from renewables in the world, and decided to increase the ratio. The rest of their power was from nuclear, so they shuttered nuclear power plants to replace them with solar and wind. But, solar and wind are temperamental, and you need something that can quickly spin up to make up for any shortfall. And that is fossil fuels.

So, Germany trades nuclear for fossil fuels, which they were getting from Russian. And then the Ukraine war started, and the US convinced the EU to no longer pay Russia for gas. And that’s how you get an energy crisis.

Nuclear Power: Canada solved all of the problems with Nuclear Power in the 60′s. And I do mean all of them. CANDU reactors CANNOT go critical, cannot meltdown, and can use natural uraniums, so they don’t need enrichment. Nuclear power is the only method we can quickly scale up for out usage. Quite frankly, if we are going to replace fossil fuels, this is the only method of producing power we can use to do it. Like I said, Solar and Wind can be developed slowly, but we need to work on storage.

The best / only way to store power in the grid currently is pumped hydro. Which works, extremely well, but the problem is that regions that can use pumped hydro can just use hydroelectric dams. Hydroelectric dams and geothermal power are both fantastic, but you have to have the right environment.

How can we store power?

Lithium: It works. It’s extremely expensive, extremely inflammable, and we probably don’t have enough for the entire world’s needs.

Hydrogen: Hydrogen fuel cells work. Hydrogen combustion engines work. Hydrogen never went away.

Synthetic Fuel: One of the major car racing organizations, (can’t remember which one), is planning to switch to wind-generated synthetic fuel that is made using atmospheric gases, (primarily CO2), and water.

And now for electric cars. If everyone switched to electric cars, it would be better for the environment? No. Ignoring the fact that a lot of people cannot use electric cars, the switch would cost most energy than we would save. Gasoline cars can work for 20 years without a problem. Electric / hybrid cars typically need a battery replacement after 5 years, which is often the same value as the car at that time. This means you cannot buy the car for any price, as you will have to shell out thousands, (maybe tens of thousands for a truck), for a used car. I bought my first car for $1,000. I traded it in for $500. Not only are we locking most people out of the car market, but we are making it so that financially, you might as well just buy a new car. For electric cars (US):

New Nuclear Power Plant every 2 weeks for 20 years.

Quadruple the electrical infrastructure in all regions, without taking growth into account.

Have every - single - apartment building have individual garage stalls that can have a charger hooked up.

Even then, it’s still terrible for people living up North, as the cold takes a HUGE amount of power from the batteries. With gasoline cars, we use waste heat from the engine to heat the cabin.

#rants

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#Pulse Oximeters #Medical Racism #tech #News

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yellowgnomeboots · 9 months

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One of my fitness trackers is very wrong at measuring oxygen saturation over night.

The old one said I was doing great, almost fully saturated.

The new one wonders if I might like to try, you know, BREATHING.

I know these things are not very accurate, but that's a lot of not very accurate.

When I do the sleep test we will get to find out who was right. Who will win? Fitbit or garmin? This rivalry is what motivated me to actually make the appointment.

#gnome post #health stuff #to be very clear the rivalry is the motivator not my actual health #I'm sick of thinking about my health

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Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active: The Ultimate Fitness Companion

In today's fast-paced world, staying active and healthy has become more important than ever. Smartwatches have revolutionized the way we approach fitness and health monitoring. One such device that has captured the attention of fitness enthusiasts and tech-savvy individuals alike is the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active. Packed with a plethora of features, this smartwatch has quickly become a popular choice for those seeking a comprehensive fitness companion. In this blog, we will explore the key features and benefits of the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active and discover why it stands out in the competitive smartwatch market.

Design and Display

The Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active boasts a sleek and modern design that blends seamlessly with both casual and formal attire. The watch's round AMOLED display measures 1.39 inches, offering vibrant colors and sharp visuals. The touchscreen is responsive and easy to navigate, allowing users to access various functions with just a swipe or a tap. Additionally, the Always-On Display (AOD) feature ensures that you can glance at the time and essential information without needing to wake up the watch, preserving battery life.

Fitness and Health Tracking

The true essence of the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active lies in its comprehensive fitness tracking capabilities. Equipped with an array of sensors, it can accurately monitor various health metrics and activities. The built-in heart rate monitor keeps a continuous track of your heart rate, providing insights into your cardiovascular health during workouts and rest.

The watch also includes a SpO2 (blood oxygen saturation) sensor, which has gained significant importance in recent times. Monitoring your SpO2 levels can help you identify potential respiratory issues and ensure you maintain optimal oxygen levels during physical activities or sleep.

For fitness enthusiasts, the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active offers a wide range of workout modes, covering everything from running, cycling, and swimming to yoga and high-intensity interval training (HIIT). With 5ATM water resistance, it can withstand water pressure up to 50 meters, making it suitable for swimming enthusiasts.

Sleep Monitoring and Stress Management

Understanding the importance of rest and relaxation, the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active provides comprehensive sleep tracking. It analyzes your sleep patterns, including deep sleep, light sleep, REM sleep, and awake time. Armed with these insights, you can make necessary adjustments to improve the quality of your sleep and overall well-being.

In addition to sleep monitoring, the watch also includes stress tracking features. Using heart rate variability data, it assesses your stress levels and provides guided breathing exercises to help you relax and manage stress effectively.

Battery Life

One of the standout features of the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active is its impressive battery life. With typical usage, the watch can last up to two weeks on a single charge, depending on the usage and settings. This means less frequent charging and more time enjoying its various features.

Smart Features

Beyond fitness tracking, the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active functions as an extension of your smartphone. When paired with your smartphone via Bluetooth, you can receive notifications for calls, messages, emails, and various other apps directly on your wrist. This feature ensures you stay connected even when your phone is not easily accessible.

Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active emerges as a versatile and reliable fitness companion with its sleek design, comprehensive health tracking features, and impressive battery life. Whether you are an avid fitness enthusiast or someone looking to improve their overall well-being, this smartwatch has something to offer for everyone. From real-time heart rate monitoring to sleep tracking and stress management, it empowers users to take charge of their health and fitness journey. Moreover, the smart features make it a seamless extension of your smartphone, ensuring you never miss an important notification.

So, if you're in the market for a feature-packed and affordable smartwatch that goes beyond just telling time, the Mi Smartwatch Revolve Active is undoubtedly worth considering. Embrace a healthier lifestyle and make every step count with this incredible smartwatch by your side.

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