#hypotension

[becauseanders]

i hate you ehlers-danlos syndrome i hate you pots i hate you chronic migraines i hate you brainstem auras i hate you central nervous system complications i hate you degenerative disc disease i hate you hypotension i hate you osteoarthritis i hate you fibromyalgia i hate you tmj disorder i hate you carpal tunnel i hate you mcas

#mood #sigh #i am having a day #disability #chronic illness #chronic pain #ehlers-danlos syndrome #dysautonomia #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #migraines #chronic migraines #brainstem aura migraines #central nervous system #degenerative disc disease #hypotension #osteoarthritis #fibromyalgia #tmj disorder #carpal tunnel #mast cell activation syndrome #okay to reblog

[arctic-hands]

Remember when that post went around by that user who had issues with feeling sick when their blood sodium was low and they felt physically ill from it so they would just sprinkle salt into their hand and lick it until they feel better? And it was reblogged by chronic illness/disability circles until it was picked up by nominally healthy people who were commenting that wow this made me feel so much better after feeling like shit constantly, which PROLLY meant they also had low sodium issues. But then health freaks and normies got ahold of it and were reblogging in embiggened letters "NO NO NO! THIS WILL LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE! AMERICA HAS AN EPIDEMIC OF HYPERTENSION DO NOT LISTEN TO OP THEY ARE SO STUPID"?

Anyway my Crohnsy, vasovagal syncopeic, hypotensive ass is out of Lays ☹️

#just chronic illness things #Crohn's disease #vasovagal syncope #pots #MAYBE i MIGHT be misdiagnosed and the VVS is actually POTS #hypotension #blood pressure #salt blessed salt #sodium #ableism #health freaks shut the fuck up forever and leave chronically ill and disabled people alone challenge #praise Lord and pass the salt 🙏 #whatever happened to that op anyway i don't remember who they were. really hoping they weren't chased off the site BECAUSE THEY WERE RIGHT #salt #edit: lol it's not even my Crohn's this time lol it's some mystery illness in my duodenum #either way 🚽

[carmillatism]

nastya has hypotension to me

SO FUCKING REAL. as a taker of meds that raise my blood pressure (but i somehow don't have low blood pressure), she can take midodrine as a treat. i subscribe to her having hypovolemic pots (<has written her with pots so many times). she also has veds AND-

#i can keep going. #autism. bpd. ocd. ocpd. ibs. and etc. #nastya rasputina #the mechanisms #answers #physical disability #hypotension #pots #pots syndrome

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

How to cope with internalized ableism: making memes

#disabled #disability #disabled memes #disability memes #vasovagal syncope #resistant hypotension #hypotension

[purposeless-goner]

Fellows with low blood pressure/hypotension do you recommend isotonic drinks for days were you feel more off kilter (?)

#orthostatic hypotension #hypotension #blood pressure #low blood pressure #pots syndrome #pots #chronic illness #chronic issues #trans

[etherealpapercut]

prompt: *my own sad ass because i actually have low blood pressure, and wouldn't it be nice if my favourite avengers were there to help me out after i collapsed and was having a bad day?*

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hypotension

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fandom: mcu

pairings: platonic!peter parker x gn!stark!reader

genre: fluffy and angsty moments all throughout

warnings: no bad swear words! (yay!) but lotsa fainting and mentions of fainting, it’s implied that y/n is american, lactose intolerance, emotional outbursts, cream puffs. in that order.

word count: 2.5k words

summary: drastic times call for drastic measures and y/n stark is pushed to the edge after a series of collapsing episodes. no one dares go near y/n now, except for y/n’s best friend, peter parker. 

~*~*~*~

you felt lightheaded, and the world began to fade around you. fog invaded the corners of your eyes as your muscles started to give way. one thought stood out among the rest.

oh, again.

all of a sudden, your senses came back to a fatigued body sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. you checked the wall for the nearest clock.

it read 12:05 PM.

you must’ve blacked out for a full thirty seconds by your reckoning. an average time, but it was still a concern. “uughh,” you groan, fighting the urge to completely collapse. this was the third time today. you needed salt in your system, and the faster the better.

you mustered up every last bit of your energy and powered through the weakness. 

“i’m an avenger. i’m the child of an avenger,” you whispered. “i am strong, and am completely capable of walking down a hallway.”

“y/n stark,” a robotic voice blared from unseen speakers. “are you alright? you were unconscious for—”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, FRIDAY,” you mutter. “delete all the security footage of that... scene... please.”

“are you sure? you may want to review this footage at a later time for a full-body diagnostic. i recommend you consume a source of sodium, and drink one full glass of wa—”

“DELETE THE FOOTAGE, FRIDAY!” you yelled. your lungs couldn’t get enough air. the rest of your teammates knew that your body didn’t naturally produce enough sodium for you to maintain a high rough level of blood pressure, but moments like this, when you full-on collapsed, were still very embarrassing. you were glad you were all alone. you threw a suspicious glance behind you just to make sure.

absolutely nothing stirred. FRIDAY continued to speak.

“deleting. i suggest you make your way to the main kitchen. there are pickles in that fridge. ”

you stood up slowly, wary of another attack from your own body. you continued to move slowly, down a hall, up a flight of stairs, past a bathroom, and down another corridor to the kitchen.

when you arrived at the kitchen on the second floor, you weren’t even surprised to see that the rest of the avengers were already there. the kitchen on the main floor was the biggest and best, and today, wanda and thor had done the shopping.

(those two had exotic tastes—which were anything but your typical american cuisine—and everyone looked forward to the meals that they prepared.)

something that smelled thick and savoury was in the oven, and a bowl of fruit was on the counter, surrounded by the others’ cups and mugs and glasses. you made a beeline straight for the refrigerator. 

“heyyy, y/n!” sam called. “what’s up?” he was stationed next to the coffee machine. on any other day, and in any other mood, especially if you had not had three “episodes” earlier, you would have stopped to say hello and make small talk, but today you simply ignored him. to top it off, you barely even heard the man, as blood was rushing through your ears like a waterfall.

tony was standing in front of the fridge.

“well, if it isn’t the great y/n. wonderful to see you finally out of your room.” he joked. “how are you feeling?”

you pushed past his hug and opened the fridge door. tony pouted.

“now, y/n stark, that's no way to treat your father,” steve rogers said from across the counter. everyone heard cap, you included, but you ignored everyone. 

“yeah!” tony agreed. he waved both hands at steve, one empty, the other occupied with a glass of water. some of it splashed, but he took no heed. neither did you, and you continued to rummage through the shelves and compartments, hunting for the pickles. you weren’t finding them, and felt a wave of nausea and exhaustion and an overwhelming mood swing wash over you, you drew up every ounce of composure you had left and turned around.

“hello, father,” you addressed tony cordially. “mr big bird, mc’captain freaking america. that smells lovely, wanda, whatever it is.” you were being very sarcastic. the room had quieted at your condescending tone. 

you blocked it all out.

“where are the pickles?” you demanded.

“where are the pickles?” tony murmured. he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “FRIDAY?” he hollered, “where are the pickles?”

“sir,” FRIDAY said. she said nothing else.

wanda cleared her throat. “uh, y/n, please don't get upset, but i used the last ones in my casserole,” she gestured towards the oven. tuna bake. it was tuna bake. you hated tuna bake. no offense to wanda. the tuna part was fine. but lactose intolerance ailed you as well as your sodium deficiency, and that recipe called for a full block of cheese, four cups of milk, and the worst one of all; half a cup of butter.

everything drained out of you. nothing remained. you hated when you got like this, and you knew when you got like this, but you couldn't even spare anything to apologize. you grabbed tony’s glass of water right out of his hand, took two steps to the mess of spices wanda had left on the counter, dumped a pile of salt into the water and chugged it.

the room went silent. every eye was on you.

you felt sick as you swallowed every last drops of the brine. you tossed the glass into the sink, not caring if it broke, then stumbled towards the door again.

you caught the expression on natasha’s face. she looked queasy. it took a lot to shake natasha romanoff. wanda wore a similar look, hands covering her mouth. your dad just stared after you with a mix of awe, inspiration, and complete disgust. 

it was an eye opener.

many in the room looked about to have a fit. they could all imagine what that might taste like, but none in their worst nightmares would ever try a salt water ratio like you had.

your insides churned. you had the salt you needed but at what a price.

it took several attempts to open your mouth to speak.

“i’m going.”

and with that, you left

~*~*~*~

your destination was the grocery store, granted that you could get out of the avenger’s tower without a huge fuss.

you heard someone walking behind you, probably someone who was determined to follow you and make sure you were alright.

you glanced back, ready to throw hands, but instead spotted peter parker, the amazing spider-man, walking aimlessly on the ceiling behind you. he was fixed on his cell phone, and nearly ran into a light fixture.

he hadn’t been in the kitchen, so he hadn’t seen what you had just done. there was hope of redemption and regained innocence in that prospect. you had a feeling that no one would see you in the same light again. 

you committed many crimes on the battlefield and on the game board, but this was a new extreme. bucky had looked disarmed.

you wiped the salty drool from your mouth on your shoulder and waited for peter to walk by you so that conversation could be initiated. regular convo, linguistics between children of the same generation. the ceiling was the perfect height to talk to anyone on two different planes, specifically between a person on the floor and a person on the ceiling. 

the boy on the roof snickered at something on his screen and kept ambling in your general direction. 

all of a sudden, you wobbled on your feet and had to catch yourself from tripping over thin air. ugh... if that horrid glass of salt water hadn’t been enough to kick your system back to rights, you might explode into tears.

peter’s hood had fallen over his head, but that didn’t block you from being able to see his face clearly. it wasn’t the tiniest bit flushed from being upside-down for so long, and once more, you found yourself marvelling at your friend.

peter stopped walking on the ceiling, and you approached, unsteady on your feet.

“spider-baby,” you address him in a mocking tone. peter acknowledged your voice, but it took him a few moments to stop what he was doing on his phone and look for you in the room. you smirked at him, only a few feet away.

“y/n!” peter yelped, taking several shocked steps backwards. “how did you get on the ceiling?! what thehow are you sticking?” he walked around your head, baffled. “you didn’t get bitten by a spider either, did you?” you flicked his nose when he got in range, taking slight pleasure in his reaction. 

“fool, you’re the one on the ceiling,” you said. 

“wh—wha—oh. yes. that would explain it.” peter flexed and flipped himself around and stood to face you on the floor. he flapped his arms and raised his eyebrows to convey a ta-da! impressive, huh? air, and you smiled at him.

“bro, you gotta stop growing,” you turned, punching him in the arm. the two of you began to walk. Peter towered a full six inches over you. 

“tall people are always nice people, and i am one of those taller people,” peter declared.

you scoffed. “well, one day,” you said, sarcasm and humour loading down your voice, “i’m gonna look up at a skyscraper and realize it has your face on it, and it’s actually you.”

“well,” peter replied, “i may grow, but you will not, and one day, sky-scraper-me might accidentally step on an ant named y/n, which will be a sad day, but it’s too bad you were too short for me to see you.”

you elbowed him playfully, mock scorn written all over your face. peter just took hold of your sleeve and tugged, just about sending you tripping.

sometimes you really forgot how strong he was. 

then all of a sudden, your friend was in the middle of a sentence about his homework, and the end of the hallway had been reached and the two of you were about to turn the corner. 

how—?

your vision went blank, but you were aware that you were still walking, until you hit a wall and fell to the ground.

something like static, or ringing bells, was going through your brain. vaguely and faintly, you could hear peter panicking. 

now what was happening? everything was dark.

your brain processed that your friend’s voice had cracked and he sounded rather high-pitched. it was like a soprano’s. ordinarily, you would have laughed for ages over his voice cracking, but you were paralyzed sitting slumped against the wall. you felt like you were floating through space, until you were really floating and peter was carrying you to the nearest couch.

you hit the couch cushions and bolted upright, scaring peter, every bit of strength coming back all at once.

“peter parker!” you gasped.

“y/n stark!” he cried. “you’re alive!”

“of course! of course i am, don’t cry,” you assured him. peter snivelled. 

“i thought you up and died on me, idiot,” he said.

you rolled your eyes affectionately at your friend. “listen, if i ever died it would be because i was killed, and i’m taking you with me, so don't worry.”

peter nodded. that's what friends did.

“i didn’t know who to alert.” peter mumbled. “i just, uh, called for mr stark. he’d know what to do, right? he’ll come help you. you’re his child, after all.”

you just groaned and shook your head. tony was an overprotective father, yet somehow, simultaneously, an extremely nonchalant one. you knew he would hear peter screaming for him, and dismiss it with a wave, maybe ask FRIDAY to give him an update, or send vision or rhodey over to check up on you if he was really concerned.

“yeah, spider-child, mr stark will know exactly what to do. but we know better.” peter cocked his head. you reached out and poked his arm. “and you know what we need to do? we need to go to the store.”

your friend’s look of confusion prompted you to further explain. “my blood pressure is running low today, and i need pickles or some kind of electrolyte drink to help raise it so i don’t die. we don’t have pickles or electrolyte drinks.”

peter nodded seriously. “so we need to get pickles. pickles and gatorade... and profiteroles, y/n/n, we can't forget the profiteroles.”

you suppressed a grin. profiteroles were a forbidden desert at the avenger’s tower, because everyone would fight over them. who knew that such a simple thing as a box of cream puffs could turn the infamous avengers on themselves in a heartbeat?

this was going to be a top-secret mission to the grocery store.

“profiteroles for sure, pete. after pickles.” you patted your pockets for a pen and paper as peter did the exact same thing. you smirked at each other. 

“anything else for the list?” peter asked. 

“we’ll see,” you remarked. peter jumped to his feet and held out a hand to help you stand up.

“let’s go!”

~*~*~*~

later that night, you and peter hunkered down in your room. your room had a tv. tony let peter live in the tower, but he had said that peter took after him too much, which was true, and if he had a tv in his own quarters, he would get carried away or distracted and stay up all night watching “whatever the hell he watches.”

peter had insisted that the two of you watch star trek, but you had adamantly put your foot down and said that you would prefer to watch star wars. after some argument, you had agreed to binge the original star wars trilogy first, and then end it with peter’s favourite star trek films. 

your trip to the store had turned out to be a trip to stock up on all-nighter supplies such as popcorn, chocolate, and other caffeine, as well as both yours and peter’s favourite candies and a new fluffy blanket.

and, of course, a jar of pickles, which you had cracked open and dug into with desperation as soon as you and peter had checked out.

peter had laughed at you, but it wasn’t a mean laugh. he had even eaten the whole pickle you offered to him on the walk back to the tower. 

after some heated discussion over distribution of the profiteroles, and smuggling everything in (particularly the profiteroles,) without being detected—a process that involved some complicated web slinging—as well as trying not to alert anyone else in the tower of your escapades, the two of you had put on your movies and lt everything relax into a state of peace. 

you yawned. the time was approaching two in the morning and you felt yourself drifting away from the world, but this time, instead of the reason being your blood pressure dropping, it was because of the lulling scene that befell you: a muted tv, lighting the room with a soft air, and your best friend breathing deep and rhythmically as you nestled into each other. 

minus the hypotension drama, i would do this again, you smiled, and let the world fade away into happy dreams.

#hypotension #superfamily #superfamily avengers #mcu fanfiction #peter parker mcu #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #platonic!reader #platonic!peter parker #platonic peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #fluff #angst #flangst?? #flangst

[starryeyesstarryskies]

hypotension is so cool i sure do love switching between drinking water and eating straight salt every 0.408837 seconds

#orthostatic hypotension #chronically ill #hypotension #low blood pressure #actually disabled

[minty-fics]

Concerns and my own Confusion lol

BNHA / MHA / Hero Aca

Presyncope/Orthostatic Intolerance fic2 (actually was the first one I wrote, idk why I waited so long to post it so I'm just straight copying it from my notes app right now) Word count: 384 Gender Neutral reader insert (c/n) Unspecified (implied Bakugo) male friend Fluffish and kinda whump, not necessarily romantic mostly platonic but can def be read as romantic

Summary: After class c/n and a friend (implied Bakugo) are getting ready to leave to go to lunch when c/n has a brief orthostatic intolerance ep and takes a moment to recover which worries their friend who wants to understand and is generally concerned (in a standoffish way).

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"Hey nerd, are you ready to go or not, class is over." In response to the question the 'nerd' turned their face to lock eyes with the rude classmate glowering at him before cracking into a friendly smile and nodding their head. Eagerly they swept the items from their desk into their bag and zipped it up. He simply watched as they pushed their seat out like normal and stood up. In practically the same motion as them standing up their hands violently landed onto their desk and chair. Their right hand whiteknuckled-clutching the back of the chair, yet they actually leaned much more onto the hand that fell flat against the desk. They almost looked shaking, no more like the slightest sway, almost as if a small wind could knock them over. -But it's barely been a second since they were so eager to get out of the classroom… Suddenly their eyes somewhat widened as they stared directly in one direction, right at, nothing?

"Uh, are you just gonna stand there?" He slowly inquired, mostly confused by the actions of his friend. "Yeah. Just one moment"

what does that mean? They're being so weird

"... and my visions back! Alright we can go." Although they've now turned their face back to face him and smiled, their hands were still in the same spot against the chair and desk as it still seemed to actively hold them up. "Um, would you mind grabbing my bag for me, just picking it up?" "You're right there, can't you do it yourself?" The words were practically scoffed out. "I'd rather… not lean down right now. Would you please?" They asked widening their eyes and pouting a lip in a joking manner while still wanting the help, and about at the same time they finally stopped leaning fully against that stupid desk. "Fine," he walked over, "but you have to tell me what just happened. Why you won't just grab this yourself." Pushing the bag into their arms as he says this. They smile at each other and his friend mutters a thanks before starting to walk. "I'll explain my symptoms as we walk, especially since one of things that helps it the most is actually eating. Including salty food, I hope LunchRush has something nice and salty prepared!"

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#heroaca #bnha #mha #presyncope #my hero academia #bakugou #pots #orthostatic intoleranca #orthostatic hypotension #hypotension #vent fic #whump #is this whump #imma call it whump anyways #i cant think of what all to tag #maybe ill remember to tag better later #mha x reader #platonic fic #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[faofinn]

Day 23 - Bleeding Out

Part 1 | Part 2 | ??

@mediwhumpmay

“Great.” Fao murmured. “Sorry Tai, this is going to suck.” He lifted him up again, doing his best not to jostle him as he did so. 

Tai barely whimpered, but Harrison could see the look in his eyes, a brief moment of agony before they rolled. It wasn't good, Harrison knew that, even Fred knew that. At least he would have the best of teams to work on him, to get him sorted. Harrison felt so out of his depth, his mind reeling with the possibilities he didn’t want. 

Fao was just as worried, knowing full well this was bad. He apologised to Tai as they moved him, and before long they were in the van. At least they’d been able to stabilise him relatively well, and could get into the basement quickly. 

He was glad to see the team down there, not just Finn and Steve but Ely too. Tai was going to be in good hands. They got him transferred into their resus bay, where things felt infinitely more in control.

“Okay, obviously this is Tai, assaulted by some cunt in the caf this morning. Took a pretty substantial sized knife to the upper left quadrant, maybe 10 inches. Wound is deep, he’s got a haemostatic dressing on and he’s had TXA but nothing else, we had nothing else in the field. Need some pain relief and fluids and bloods in please, a set of obs and we’ll go from there.” Fao quickly summarised, his voice more confident than he felt. 

He was glad to be in the basement, to be in his comfort zone. This is where he was safe, where he had ultimate control. This was his domain, and he’d worked hard to make it his. He could get everything set up the way he wanted it, flicking on the lights and pulling it down to get a better look at the wound itself, leaving a smudge of blood on the white plastic. 

Ely had quickly gotten more access, Tai too distracted to notice the needle, and was able to push painkillers, reassuring him as she did. Her hands were gentle as she soothed him, getting bloods hung and getting him set up on their monitoring. Their numbers weren’t great, but stable enough for now. 

The painkillers were enough to make him woozy, but Ely’s hands were soft and he knew she was looking after him. Harrison was still there too, his hands softly running through Tai's hair, a gentle kiss to his cheek. Everything was strangely calm, and he found himself drifting, his eyes closing against his will. 

“Tai?” Fao’s voice was soft but firm. “Gonna get you sorted, yeah?” 

There wasn’t much he could do without theatre. It was deep, and bleeding stubbornly, and every blood pressure just looked worse than the one before. 

“We’re gonna need to go to theatre.” He said to the others. 

"No." Tai grumbled, reaching for Harrison. "I'm not."

"Hey, hey. We need to. Just for a bit. You'll be out and sorted for teatime."

“I’ll look after you, yeah? I know it sucks, but you’ll sleep through it all and when you’re back it’ll be so much better.”

"'m scared."

It was Ely who spoke. “It’s okay to be scared, it’s scary. I’ll be right with you.”

"I don't wanna lose Levi."

“Don’t be daft, you’re not going to. Just a nap, and when you wake up it’ll all be over.”

Harrison leaned in, moving the mask from Tai's face for a moment. With a gentle hand on his cheek, he kissed him, slightly rough and desperate.

"You're gonna be just fine, yeah? I'll be right here the whole time, I promise." He told him, stroking through his hair. "We've got you, and you're gonna be just fine."

“Trust me, Tai, you’re not going to like me very much if I try and fix this when you’re awake.” Fao said, squeezing his shoulder. “Let Ely look after you, yeah? I’d trust her with my life.”

He managed a small grin at Fao's comment. "I'd rather not have you stabbing me while 'm awake."

“Exactly, and I want to stay your friend.” Fao said, mirroring his grin. “I’m gonna leave you in Ely and Steve’s capable hands now, alright? And I’ll see you in a minute.”

"Thanks, Fao."

He slipped out of their little resus bay to go and prep the theatre. Tai would be alright whilst he sorted it out, he had Steve and Ely, and Hars was there too. It was easy enough to set up, already prepared for situations like this. He washed his hands quickly and changed into a set of scrubs. 

Meanwhile, Ely with Tai had topped up his pain relief and sorted out her kit. With all of her drugs set out, her airway kit where she needed it, she was happy to get sorted. 

“Tai? How are we feeling? Ready?”

"No." He admitted. "'m scared."

Harrison gripped his hand. "We've got you."

He nodded. "I know. Love you."

Harrison stole a kiss. "Love you too. Enjoy the nap, yeah? I'll see you soon."

“Hold Harrison’s hand, yeah? That’s okay. He’ll be right with you, I promise. Can you take some deep breaths for me? I know it’s sore, do the best you can.”

Tai set his jaw, his eyes locked on Harrison's. He allowed himself a small smile as Harrison kissed his knuckles, and reluctantly followed Ely’s instructions.

“That’s it, perfect. You’re going to start getting sleepy now, I want you to keep taking those nice deep breaths, and think of something nice for me.”

He hated how quickly he felt it, and he screwed his face. 

"Of 'ars." He told the room, fighting the anaesthesia. "He's nice."

“He’s very nice.” She agreed with a gentle smile. “Well done. Nice and sleepy, and you’ll wake up and everything will be sorted.”

Harrison leaned close, his lips by Tai's ear. "Love you, yeah? You have this nap, but you better be awake for tea, okay? I love you."

Happy with her drugs, Ely adjusted things carefully, then glanced at Hars. “Are you staying ?”

He set his own jaw. "I promised him I would."

She nodded. “That’s fine, I just need a bit of space.” She said gently, taking over ventilation. 

"Thank you."

She hummed distractedly, focusing on getting Tai intubated and all set up. When she was happy with everything, triple checking her placement, it was just a waiting game until Fao was ready. His obs weren’t fantastic, his blood pressure low despite the meds. 

Harrison looked up at Ely. "Fao’s gonna be able to fix him, right?"

“Yeah. We just need to get the bleeding under control.” She said. “You know he’s good.”

"But it's Tai."

“We’ll look after him.”

They got him into theatre, quickly transferring him across to a waiting Fao. There was some chat before he started, but they soon got going. Things weren’t exactly leisurely. The wound was deep, but Fao was hoping to be able to control the bleeding without having to make it much bigger, keen to avoid any additional trauma. Ely pulled a stool up for Harrison so he could sit with her, and kept him up to date where she could with what was going on. 

Tai definitely wasn’t making their life easy. Despite numerous units of blood, his pressure just kept falling away from them, and Ely had to work hard to keep him stable, pushing drugs and everything the best she could. It was fighting an uphill battle - his pressure wouldn’t truly improve until Fao had fixed the source of the bleeding. There was certainly a lot of bleeding, and Fao grumbled to himself as he fought to fix it, Steve and Finn working with him. 

Tai’s obs were flirting the line between just worrying and fear-inducing, threatening to do something stupid. They managed to avoid it, however, and whilst the bleeding was profuse, it wasn’t a complex repair and didn’t take Fao too long once he’d gotten to the source of it. 

Soon enough, his pressure began to stabilise as the bleeding stopped, and Fao could close, though decided on putting a drain in, just to keep everything the way he wanted it. It could come out in a couple of days, once things were settled. He left Tai in the very capable hands of his girlfriend, murmured reassurance to Hars, and headed out to sort paperwork. 

Ely as always belongs to @epochandeons

#mediwhumpmay2023 #mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmayday23 #bleeding out #stabbing #blood loss #hypotension #basement surgery #crime au #the wolf and the ghost #taidgh cole #faolan blackwood #elyana lozier #steve cunningham #finn daniels #harrison cunningham #whump writing #whump prompt #oc #fic

[octopustoaster]

Me on the trolley feeling terrible about sitting down because it’s 6pm so it’s crowded with people coming from work but also I have hypotension and therefore can’t stand still for periods of time without fainting (which is one of the reasons why I normally pace in place (take two steps forward, two steps back)) but hypotension isn’t a visible disability and really mine isn’t even bad enough for it to be a disability like sure there were a few years where I was fainting at least twice a week but now it only happens if I drink less than 15 cups of water a day or get less than 9 hours of sleep or skip a meal or are stressed or I have to stand so I can’t even claim it as a disability and I’m selfish for wanting to do so and no one knows about it and they all think I’m just selfish for not giving up my seat and it’s not even a real disease and I probably should give the seat up and it’s not like it’s bad enough for me to actually deserve to sit down when others probably need it more and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#this is actually my thought process whenever I take public transit #disability #hypotension #anxiety #chronic illness #chronically ill

[compost-intraining]

The amount of sodium I consume as someone w POTS is enough to kill a grown man

#pots #chronic illness #potsie #dysautonomia #hypotension #disabled #cripplepunk

[arctic-hands]

English Wikipedia only ever talks about the negative effects of salt/sodium. Which, yeah fine not everyone is disturbingly hypotensive, syncopeic, and constantly on the verge of dehydration no matter how much they drink because they're constantly losing it all in the bathroom and therefore don't need to go hog wild on the salt on damn near every meal to not pass out in three different ways, but I want to hear the good effects from salt too.

For instance, even discarding the anti-I-go-faint properties, I've noticed on days where I don't get enough salt my ability to digest and process food gets impaired, which often resolves when I eat/drink something salty. But I can't find anything about salt's role in digestion so I don't know how or why that works. Why does gargling salt water help a sore throat? And I feel like my brain gets a boost immediately after intaking salt. Also, let's talk about iodine! I've got ninety-nine health problems but goiters ain't one!

Anyway, let's give a sickly round of applause for sodium chloride!

#salt #sodium #food #nutrition #hypotension #vasovagal syncope #pots #maybe. i'm beginning to think my vvs is misdiagnosed pots. i know the symptoms are similar #still laughing at that health foodie blog that claimed Himalayan pink salt has less sodium than table salt #like babe. hon honeybunch. #salt is salt #just chronic illness things

[pettybourgeoisblues]

I stand up and stretch. Everything goes fuzzy. I am on the floor. I am a lizard looking for bugs to eat or something

#hypotension #bugs

[loo-nuh-tik]

Tachycardia + hypotension = the best anxiety attack

#tachycardia #hypotension #low blood pressure #anxiety attack #personal

[skydalorian]

Just spent the last of my paycheck on Vitassium for my recent uptick in POTS issues (thanks consistent 90° weather!)

I have run out of Nuun tablets (I've been using these to tide me over until I can get actual salt tablets) and am in need of compression stockings.

My mental well-being would also likely improve if I were able to get a pulse oximeter, as I've been much more faint lately and am freaked that it might be low oxygen. I've yet to faint due to POTS, but this summer is the weakest I've felt with the highest HR I've seen since starting to monitor.

None of these are especially pricey, but I am having a hard time waiting until my next paycheck and will likely need to immediately spend all of that paycheck on bills and have yet to get an update if I'll even get the financial assistance I've applied for.

If anyone can share, I would be extremely grateful. It's not an exaggeration to say this is life-saving (or at least helps me to maintain my quality of life).

In total I'd need around $80-100 for two sets of socks, two bottles of Nuun, and the oximeter, and that's only if I get the cheapest of the cheap options (seriously, compression socks are no joke price-wise and will run me $40 just for two sets, ugh)

My PayPal is linked to: [email protected]

#mutual aid #donation #POTS #dysautomnia #dysautonomia #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #hypotension #chronic illness #financial assistance #vitassium #nuun #pulse oximeter

[nyastyaraspurrtina]

wow i love chugging straight salt its so fun (sarcastic)

#hypotension