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pintsizeginger · 7 months
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Yesterday was my birthday!
In the past I typically love celebrating my birthday! That normally involves either game nights with friends or a fun trip. Last year and now this year due to health issues those things have been difficult to do.. Last year I was fresh out of surgery and this year I'm just a few days away from a major surgery. Because I can't do much to celebrate I figured I would share my wishlist for surgery recovery items. Since I have fibromyalgia I need all the recovery help I can get! I'm so ready for the surgery but I also know that recovery is going to be rough!
The wishlist link is here
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/21DWNBKK7SDHD?ref_=wl_share
And if you don't want to use Amazon, my PayPal and Venmo are both @SelinaMariaA and CashApp is $SelinaMAngotti
The reason for the surgery is that after having reoccurring blood clots we discovered that I have Venous Thoracic Outlet Syndrome (vTOS). So to allow my veins to work properly I'm having decompression surgery, which will be removing my first rib on the problem side and possibly removing muscle, and I will probably need vein repair too. It's been hard dealing with this, my arm and shoulder has been just getting worse and worse. I'm so thankful that my hematologist recognized it for what it is!
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minecraftian1213 · 9 months
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Link to Part 1
Owen Grady Imagine: You're pregnant with Owen's kid and you're feeling a little under the weather.
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of nausea, fluff, kinda cuteness, no hurt/all the comfort.
"Honey?"
You hummed blearily from the floor next to the toilet. Owen stood leaning against the doorframe wearing only his grey sweatpants and a white tank top. It was terrifying how the man could wear the thick bottoms in such a humid place.
"Hmm, hey," you said, reaching up to flush. Then you picked yourself off the floor and sat on the rim. "You finally done with that little project?"
Owen had been up at night for weeks now. You didn't know what he was working on. He said it was a surprise for you and the baby, so you didn't try to peak around the area he'd cordoned off outside.
"I decided it was time to sleep. You okay?"
You hadn't been feeling well all day. From the moment you woke up and rolled out of bed your back had ached, your feet felt swollen, and your little one hadn't stopped tossing and turning and kicking and punching.
Normally, the latter few wouldn't bother you so much. Most days when the baby stretched you and Owen grabbed markers and drew where you could see imprints pressing into your skin. Most of the time you traced hands and feet but one time you'd managed to draw the entirety of the baby's butt before they'd shifted away. Owen had gotten a kick out of that one.
You smiled gently at your husband as he handed you a toothbrush. "Just a little stomach bug."
"Well I can see that. Though," an indulgent smile passed over his face, "I don't think it's small."
"Owen."
"More small melon sized, really."
"Owen."
"We should probably be concerned at the size."
"You are so not funny."
Owen threw his head back and cackled, the bastard. Your bastard but a bastard all the same. "I'm hilarious."
You sighed and hung your head. Brushing your teeth brought momentary relief from the taste of bile. Owen's laughter trailed off. For a moment it was only the sound of your miserable brushing. Then he reached out a hand and gently ran it through your mussed hair. A sigh crept up through you and you slumped into his touch.
His tone was much more sympathetic. "Hard day?" A nod. "Do you want food?" A single shake of the head. You wouldn't be able to stomach anything regardless of how good his food always was. It'd be a terrible waste. "How about cuddles?" That, at least, didn't sound too bad. "Finish here and I'll meet you."
You moaned in despair when his hand stopped moving over you. Only then did you realize you'd stopped brushing and was drooling toothpaste and spit down your brush. Feeling ever so slightly foolish, and hungry despite your protests of nourishment, you finished quickly.
You'd only taken two small steps, waddles, really, outside the bathroom when you were swept off your feet and into a pair of strong arms. Discomfort quickly settled as your weight was taken off your feet. A pleased hum left your throat as Owen carried you to the bed.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your arms?"
"I could be persuaded to hear it once more."
He gently laid you on the bed. Then he placed a kiss to your brow. Owen climbed in behind you and practically melded himself to your back. His knees came to rest behind yours as his arms wrapped around your middle. Fingers caressed your very pregnant belly as Owen pressed his face into your neck, breathing in your familiar scent.
You sighed in content when he shuffled just a little to place a small kiss to your temple.
He murmured, "I love you."
You laced one of your hands with his that were resting on your stomach. "I love you too."
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chrollohearttags · 5 months
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we off early tonight bois
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delta8vape · 1 month
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howwwwwww cuteeeeee
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emjcarr · 2 months
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VTO is like a drug 😭 I can’t help myself whenever I’m offered
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regulusmasamune · 10 months
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The next time someone tells me 'not to worry' I am going to go feral. The rights of the queer community and access to abortion care are being stripped away. I am in both of those categories.
I am not worried. I am grieving. I am scared.
And most of all: I am pissed off
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coolcaribiner · 4 months
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uh oh boys we're having our first meltdown of the new job..... they r blasting horrible music, they put me in a job i Hate that hurts my body so so so bad and my station partner is playing his own music to drown out the shitty stuff AND singing along except it doesn't drown it out obviously bc the loud speakers are throughout the entire building and his is some dinky bluetooth thing so it just adds to the cacophony of NOISE coming from every side. i feel like im losing my fucking marblesssssss i'm going to throw up
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chameli · 1 year
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colleague: boss, can i leave early today? i'm only asking because i was finally able to get a meeting with the priest at church (only been waiting for a month)
my boss: is it for your exorcism?
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rohirric-hunter · 5 months
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lathrine · 1 year
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AHHHHHH my favorite shift lead got me a box of crumbl cookies as an early birthday gift 🥺🥺🥺
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doccrow · 1 year
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Mental health is at an all time low but I still like being up all night
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cringiestcroissant · 1 year
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:I
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HHHNNNGGGG!!!!!!!
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chrollohearttags · 9 months
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not me getting the rest of the day off iktr! 😭😭
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crunchywho-comix · 2 months
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christshands · 3 months
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my husband is getting off work early and im so excited for him to come home. im gonna make him pancakes to celebrate i think
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