#medical journey

[cranquis]

HI I just wanted you to know, I'd stumbled across your Tumblr like maybe 10 years ago??? While I was a teen? And your blog has given me light and reasons to smile and laugh during very trying times, and motivation to go on all throughout my journey from med school applicant to getting my medical degree. Now I'm an emergency resident and I'm the happiest I've ever been and I just wanted to thank you for each and every post, 4 making me smile, being a reference, & making me excited to become MD<3

Do you have any idea how big I'm grinning right now? Sitting here during the middle of a downright awful shift at work, just grinning at my laptop??! I am so honored to have been a source of YOU CAN DO IT motivation during your medical journey -- but you have to know, your message is now paying me back, giving me motivation to smile and keep going, too! :)

Congratulations, my friend from work!

#medblr #medical journey #blogging #encouragement #motivation #cranquis mail #might just print this one out and tape it inside my desk drawer for future encouragement

[houseofchronicpain]

Got to see an Internal Medicine specialist yesterday and after a 75 minute appointment:

I probably do not have lupus but i might

I probably do not have rheumatoid arthritis but i might

I probably DO have ehlers danlos but canada doesn't care enough about it to diagnose me (cool cool cool)

I probably DO have POTS

I probably DO have reynauld's

I am definitely Fat (i already knew this one)

I am definitely too depressed (which is funny to me because i have absolutely been way more depressed in my life)

No direction mention of Long Covid but some hinting

I am going to do tests for my heart health

i am going to maybe try that weight medicine that's around

She doesn't know what is going on, but it might be a lot of things but is probably mostly the ehler's danlos, but we can only treat the symptoms apparently because Reasons

It might take a few years but hopefully i can feel a bit better eventually maybe

Honestly, a better and more productive appointment than I've had in a while but still like...

#chronic pain #chronic fatigue #chronic illness #long covid #disability #medical journey #personal #you wonder why i am feeling the hopelessness but like (gestures at doctors office) #i don't need antidepressants i need help #no shame at all to antidepressants they are super useful when appropriate

[whilereadingandwalking]

It was the kind of day for deep breaths and keeping steady. Tried a new medication and it did not have its intended effects. It was huge for my pain…but also make me feel really, really disoriented and fuzzy. But all we can do at times like that is admit your limits, monitor, and hydrate. Feeling better now. Journey continues!

#deep breaths #self-care #chronic illness #chronically ill #medical journey

[xbabydollxxo]

Cortisone Injection finally over.. I’m in a lot less pain, thank you for all your love people xo

#aesthetic #aussiegirl #like #follow #aesthetics #aussie #medical journey #medical #hospital

[myownjadedpieceofmind]

I've been pricing an electric wheelchair

Walking around is getting increasingly more difficult. The pain I have in my back is unbearable, and its radiating into my hips. My legs feel like cinderblocks have been tied to them. When I look down, I see the color changes happening as the blood pools in my feet.

I won't lie. I'm scared.

I'm losing quality of life with every single moment I am stuck here. I can't get out in the sun much because of what it causes my head to feel like, and I've been getting hives when sitting outside recently. There have been times where I have had to have someone lead me while walking because the sun was so bright I was blinded.

I finished the b12 injections and 2 days later my face went into puperty-aged-acne mode, so not only do I have terrible thoughts about everything, but I look terrible too. And no amount of pimple cream or acne wash fixes a vitamin breakout. Just gotta live through it.

About the tumor... see, a spinal hemangioma generally isn't an issue. UNLESS the reason for it being found is that the patient is experiencing symptoms. Which....had I not been experiencing symptoms, no one would have checked my thoracic spine. Wouldn't that just make sense that the damn thing is causing me issues?

Since 4 specialists want to ignore me, and the pain is bad enough now its causing my life to be pointless, I've been reading and researching and thumbing medical journals. And you know what?

I'm fucking terrified.

All these doctors want to do is ask me if I have anxiety and then brush off the real problems. I am in severe pain every single day and all I get to do is sit here and try to convince myself that the problems aren't actually a problem because some idiot doctors won't listen.

If they don't listen....i don't even want to think of what happens when they don't listen.

I'm so fucking scared.

#medical journey #spinal hemangioma #stuck in one place #and this is my life #what kind of luck #like wtf #could it please just stop #im tired of fighting #im tired of always being in pain #chronically ill #chronic pain #ehlers danlos zebra #chiari malformation #automimmune disorders #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome

[healthtripseo]

#spinal tumors symptoms #neurological problems #Different types of spinal tumors #primary spinal tumor #Brain and spine tumor treatment in India #Expert oncologist #surgeon #physician and doctors #medical tourism in india #best doctors in india #medical treatment #best hospitals in india #highest quality health trips #medical journey

[cevans-is-classic]

Guess what.

I graduated from anxiety attacks to seizures *boom*

#mental heath support #mental health #medical journey

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

#marcille donato #falin touden #farcille #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #tw blood #tw body horror #tw gore #as a normal farcille fan this revival has been on my mind since i first read it and getting to watch it is like yippee!! #like messy revivals are everything - the consequences that will haunt u for the rest of the time they are alive #the initial hopeful moments where it all seemed well but quickly descend to That not being the case - losing not only the bit of evidence #evidence that your dream may work out but also someone you deeply care about in the process… marcille my Beloved #ofc wholly thruout the journey - at the forefront of it - getting falin back was the most crucial point but so wuickly :(( it was lost #on the other end its crazy to think about the compoments of falin now - human - dragon (dungeon) - marcille’s magic and desperation #the food the crew cooked (digested) - she is made of many parts!! #also i did not realize how medical it feels to draw smth like this. i dont usually explore the inner parts or use a lot of blood #in my work so rendering everything and looking up refs it felt quite magical (?) #ruporas art

[jamiesonwolf]

This Is My Journey

This Is My Journey

I’ve had a lot of different health issues lately. To begin with, I saw my chiropractor a few days ago. It was an assessment appointment to see how far I’ve come in my healing. I broke one of the vertebrae in my spine when I fell one night a few weeks ago. You can read about that in THIS post. While he’s happy with the progress I’ve been able to do, he asked me to take another two weeks off…

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#Advocate #Family Doctor #Health Advocate #Mavenclad #Medical Journey #Medical System #Neurologist #No help #Red Blood Cell Count

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 167

Honestly, Danny is having such a good time right now. He gets to travel with Ellie, explore space, just have fun. Plus his secondary protector-instincts are having soothed despite him not technically doing any hero-ing anymore. Really his sister had the right idea when she decided she wanted to become a doctor, this is honestly a blast.

And if someone does end up passing away, well, Ellie is always happy to help soothe their spirit and guide them to the Realms where they can reach their respective afterlife. Or become a ghost. 

They are completely oblivious to the fact that there are now legends and entire temples dedicated to them now. Apparently accidental ascension is in fact a thing, as Dan later laughs at them about. 

#prompts #Dcxdp #dpxdc #Dan was already thought of as a god of destruction & change #He’s laughing at his ‘siblings’ for making them a trio #So many planets throughout time now include 3 gods/spirits/etc in their worship under different names but similar faces #One of those planets was Krypton #Clark’s parents prayed to Dan-El the Healer that their son would be safe and in good health wherever he went #They prayed to El-Nath the Guide that his journey would be safe & that she would not have to guide him to the afterlife instead #They prayed to Jor-Dan the Destroyer that they’re wrong and if not that their planet’s End is a merciful one #Clark finds this out when researching stuff from his ship/the Fortress #Hey that’s kind of funny he saw a similar looking being floating among the stars when he first tested leaving the atmosphere hehe #....... W a i t a minute- #Space Core Danny #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Look Jazz’s dream in canon is to become a brain surgeon and I think she deserves to be able to do that #Medical school is hard AF #Danny apprenticed under Frostbite & So Many Realms ghosts who are Very Eager to pass on their knowledge

[anxi0us-mind]

Adding more medical conditions: autoimmune diseases come in 3s. Hashimoto's thyroid, psoriasis, and now... celiac disease...

#personal #medical #medical journey #disease

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here PART EIGHTEEN is here...nineteen...oy vey.

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... THE BART RETURNS! The earth rejoices! 🥳🎉 Physical therapy can be fun, even if it usually isn't!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny learns a few more words with practice.

Foda is simple. If Danny is hungry, he can ask for foda. It sounds exactly like food, and when he asks, they feed him.

…Or they up his IV. Which. Danny’s tongue might still feel sore and nasty, but the doctors and nurses and millions of minders don’t seem that mad when he sticks his tongue out at them. Sometimes they even laugh.

They don’t even sound all that mean.

It takes Danny a good chunk of waking time for him to realize that he…probably is hooked up to something he doesn’t want to think about, since all the efforts of lifting and moving him haven’t resulted in a single bathroom trip since he woke up here.

Firstly: horrible.

Secondly: his legs are super, absolutely, positively immobilized, and if someone doesn’t give him enough medication quickly enough after it wears off, Danny is very aware that something is deeply wrong with them.

So. Uh. That’s…gross.

He learns bealo just as quickly. He isn’t sure what bealo means, per se, but when he says it, they up his medication until Danny can pretend he doesn’t have any legs again.

God niht is goodnight, unless Danny is feeling snippy, and then it’s just niht.

…The one lady who minds him always says the whole thing, though. Even when Danny’s mean. Like the one time he threw his rocket at someone.

Or the time he started ignoring everyone when they tried to touch him.

…Or the one time he tried to freeze his IV bag, and put everyone on alert because if he’d been human, that would have seriously hurt him.

“Sorry,” Danny’d whispered, even if it wouldn’t mean anything to her.

She’d patted his hand and meant it. Danny’d had to dry his eyes with his wrist. “Eall es wel.”

Anyway.

Danny hates being in the freaking bed every hour of every day. So when his “sitting up” exercises turn into “hey, let’s try the wheelchair” practice, Danny gets so excited-slash-nervous that he kind of feels like he’s going to throw up all the liquids he’s been injected with.

None of the regular people try to lift him. Instead the lady does it herself, scooping Danny up in very strong arms, the golden cuffs on her wrists weirdly warm on Danny’s skin. When Danny’s settled, his legs sticking out real weird and his back kind of sore, he’s…out of bed.

He’s. He’s not in bed anymore.

And. Sure. It’s temporary, but it’s not the bed. Danny can wriggle, and he can sort of palm the wheels underneath him with the heels of his shaky hands, and he can see so much more of himself than he has in ages and ages.

For one. Both of his legs are in casts. That’s. Not good. He can’t feel it right now, but the sight of fully encased legs…

Well. If he can transform that won’t be a problem. If. If he has to escape. But it is…it’s super scary. He mostly remembers being captured, but the…the other people had been focusing more on his thoracic cavity and his face and head.

…So why are his legs so bad? Did something else happen?

(It did, didn’t it?)

(…Didn’t it??)

His hands shake, but there’s something to all that grip training, or else Danny wouldn’t be able to paw at his neckline to look down his own shirt. Or, well, his cloth nightie, anyway.

It’s good that he looks, since, well…his chest is glowing a solid green.

Whatever should probably be scar tissue. Uh. It…isn’t. There’re gouges down his chest and a crater where his heart should be that probably should be healing over, considering, you know, he’s not freaking dead at this exact second (mostly??), but. Instead of, like, healed flesh, or, say, his insides, there’s a transparent green…jelly… holding him together.

He can see how the green bounces with his heart beat.

...Danny drops the neckline of his gown. His breath comes in choking bursts, eyes pressed into his eye sockets—he feels sick.

He is sick. He has been sick.

The humans are keeping him here because he’s a freak of nature and he’s broken from head to toe and the Guys in White carved his flesh out of his body and opened him up like a can of cranberry sauce.

He presses his hands to his chest, to his stomach, just trying to breathe for long enough that he doesn’t throw up his oatmeal and occasional juice and IV nutrition onto the pristine floor of his sickroom. The people around him all make sympathetic noises that don’t help because he doesn’t know what they mean.

And then he feels something weird.

Not all the sensation in his fingers are back. It’s easier for him to feel impediments than it is to feel textures—something that blocks him from moving, rather than anything sensory-specific. He can usually tell when he touches fabric, because when he moves too far, it pulls tight around his hand. He can tell when he’s on something solid when his hand fails to go through it.

There is something solid sticking out of him.

Danny’s heartbeat quickens. It’s not. It’s. There’s something in him.

And it’s not—it’s so solid. When Danny brushes his hands against it, he can feel his skin and his flesh move with it, trying not to dislodge the thing embedded in him. It pulls at his skin. He doesn’t know what it is.

His fingers tremble as he tries to brush over the object through his gown, trying to figure out its shape from faulty touch alone. It’s like waking up to find himself jammed with needles all over again.

People are talking around them. Danny doesn’t try to listen in. He’s scared. He’s so scared. Something’s happened to him, and he didn’t even notice.

Some of it is—hard. There’s a crinkling sound when he moves. Danny manages to pull his gown neckline back again to catch something of a glimpse, and all he sees is plastic.

He doesn’t know what it is.

He doesn’t know who to ask. He can’t understand anyone and he doesn’t know if he trusts them.

They put something in him. There’s something embedded in him.

He thinks he’s going to cry.

Something touches his arm—Danny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.

It’s the lady. He knows her.

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know her at all. He can’t talk to her in any way that matters. She’s not a doctor. He doesn’t know why she’s here, or why she’s keeping him here.

She’s nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?

She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneels—closer than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Danny’s heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.

“Eow eart wel?” she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesn’t know what it means. “Eall es wel. Ænlic eow, ænlic me. Bruce bræð wið me?”

She takes a big, deep, breath. Her hand rises slightly over her chest, following an exaggerated movement. Don’t panic. Breathe. Breathe like me. One, two, three.

Danny’s breaths are more choked. More panicked.

But when she breathes, he breathes with her—even with every stutter in between.

“Hwæt es woh[O3] ?” the lady asks, so gently it’s almost a whisper. Her pointer finger hovers over his body, but doesn’t touch—and eventually, Danny figures out she probably wants to know where he’s hurting.

But he’s not hurting. He’s scared. There’s something inside him, and he isn’t sure what it is. He presses the heel of his hand to the object. He feels something rigid refuse to bend inside his flesh.

There’s something of recognition in the woman’s face. “Inne cwic tima,” she says, more certain of answers outside the room, and darts away,

Danny wants to bounce his bound leg. He feels awful when anyone is in the room with him, considering how little of them he knows, but, somehow, it’s so much worse when he’s actually alone.

When she comes back, there’s a second person who walks through the double doors with her, in blue scrubs with ducks on them. They wave to Danny.

Danny…blinks. He feels numb. It’s kind of a problem.

They take it in stride, though; in their hands is a blank board and a chunky marker. The cap comes off, the new person scribbles for a minute or so, and then turns the board around so that Danny can see.

It’s a…person. A rudimentary outline person, sure, with some visible bones and organs to fill in the person-shaped outline. Danny can recognize most of them from anatomy class, although those memories are more…personal, now. A little more painful.

The person taps on the board. The person points to Danny.

Danny frowns.

The person turns the board back around and makes some Pew, Pew, Pew! sounds with their mouth, occasionally opening and closing their hand over the board to match the noise. There’s some more scribbling. When the board turns back around, there’s a violent smudge of marker on top of the drawn person’s drawn intestines.

The person takes their covered pinky finger and erases a little neat circle of marker in the intestines, mostly favoring one side. They draw a little arrow from the hole to the general outside-of-the-person blank area. Then another circle, with a thicker circle inside.

Danny recognizes the object jutting out of him. Oh. This is how he got it.

The person—probably a doctor, Danny guesses, or the surgeon who did this to him—do these people even need credentials, actually?—hands the board over to the lady. They hold out ten outstretched fingers, marker under their arm, and make a show of counting every one of the outstretched fingers with the opposite hand. Then they take the board back.

And then, when they write on the board, Danny can actually understand what they say.

Or, well, it’s numbers! The numbers are the same as his—the line and a circle is clearly meant to be a ten, and the little x is a multiplication symbol— they draw a 10, as clearly and a brightly as it could be against a stark white board, and add a little x 7, probably to indicate a week; the result is ten suns times seven, or seventy suns.

Danny feels his heart bounce in his chest. Danny would bet a whole lot of money that the number is meant to be seventy days. There is an end point. It’s not that Danny is free to be subjected to random anatomical whims—there’s a goal here. This was purposeful.

The little circle-within a circle gets erased. The hole is scribbled through as if it was never there, and the person makes a weaving gesture with the marker that Danny is certain is meant to be sewing.

Tears prick at his eyes. The lady gets close by him again, but Danny lets her. His hands aren’t good enough for wiping tears the way he wants to, yet. Help and company are good.

She gives him a tissue from Danny's bedside table. He takes it with a whisper of a grip.

“Seventy?” Danny rasps, tearful. Hopeful. Terrified of hope. He practically jams the tissue into his eye sockets.

The lady’s eyes go wide. “Seventy,” she repeats, marveling.

It’s enough. Nothing is perfect, but it’s enough. And if Danny's allowed to spend so long in front of the space window that he falls asleep in his wheelchair, well. It's not like he was in charge of where they went.

#*hip checks through the door* hey losers! Guess who uses Arabic numbers!! Two earths!! #also if ANYONE is shitty about stoma bags or ostomy bags on this fic or in this chat I'm going to fight you. Lots of people have them. #they're usually a temporary procedure and even if they're not they're pretty normal and a lot of people have them. I knew at least one #like haha this is a body horror fic but ostomy bags are a REAL THING that people HAVE as part of their medical journey DO NOT be rude!! #So what we know of his injuries now: messed up legs. Messed up guts. Messed up chest. Is there more...? Who can say. 👀 #health and hybrids #dp x dc #dcu crossover #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #incarceration to elopement to healthcare pipeline #His healing is speeding up and his language is getting better! When can we get a Diana POV?? <- me to me

[xbabydollxxo]

My medical journey, living with chronic pain.

#like #follow #aussiegirl #aussie #medical journey #medical #fracture #paindisorder

[nodalstudies]

sunday, april 21, 2024 | day 21/60 ᯓ★

reflections:

i’ve been learning a lot from my program despite the stress. i love how comprehensive the curriculum is—i really get to understand how to serve people’s health needs.

my reality is shaped by what i repeat.

it’s normal to feel dread about my responsibilities sometimes. what matters most is how i respond—will i dwell in the dread or will i ground myself then take action?

habit tracking 🎧 academics: submitted a discussion post + my final paper fitness: 30 min pilates. it hurt so good spiritual growth: visualization meditation, journaled

#nodalchallenge #glow up diaries #becoming that girl #wonyoungism #girl blogger #dream girl #it girl #studyblr #nursing studyblr #study blog #glow up #studying #college studyblr #studyblr community #studybrl #study motivation #studyspo #study space #study aesthetic #medical studyblr #study session #study sesh #glow up journey #glow up era #glow up tips #glow up challenge

[healthtripseo]

#aortic valve repair #Ross procedure or surgery in India #medical treatment. #medical journey