#Medical Issue

[0funsite0]

Only Teens - 4

Warnings: hospital, medical issues, IV drip, slight angst between mother and son

Word count: 1.2K

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Jungkook's pov

The poor boy saw red. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was numb.

He swore to protect them. He swore to her father, to himself, but most importantly her and their baby.

Y/n had been wheeled into the emergency room and is being cared for at the moment. Jungkook has been waiting in the waiting room for what seems like forever. He was devastated and so, so worried. He sat on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, he rested his head on them. He was lost beyond words, and all the other patients waiting in the corridor could do was send apologetic glances as they passed by.

- Is there someone I can call for you, dear? - a kind, old lady asked the sobbing boy.

- M-my m-mom. I n-need my mother.

He didn't even look up at his helper, which in other circumstances would've been considered rude and disrespectful, however, the woman only smiled understandingly and pulled out her mobile.

After Jungkook managed to mumble out his mother's phone number the lady handed him the device.

- Ma?

- Jungkook? What's wrong, sweetheart?

- Y/n... s-she... hospital... need you.

- I'll be there before you know it.

Sure enough his mother came running through the hallway. She immediately spotted her son curled up on the floor, his head in a stranger lady's lap.

- Kook?!

- M-Ma... Y/n...

- What's going on? - she worried.

She haven't seen her son's girlfriend in months now, and this was definitely not the way she wanted to meet her again.

Just in time a nurse exited te door Y/n was wheeled through hours before.

- Y/n Y/l/n's relatives?

- M-me! - the boy shouted, disturbing other patients.

- Both mother and baby are okay now. - the nurse began, Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, but his mother paled at the words. - Baby was in distress because of stress and exhaustion, but we managed to stop the bleeding and her contractions with a bag of IV. We'll let that empty completely, before making further decisions. You can go inside if you'd like.

- Th-thank you. - he said and was about to barge into the room, but the firm hold of his mother stopped him.

- What baby?!

The middle-aged woman saw red.

- What BABY?!

- M-my baby... - he sucked in a breath. - Mom, let me go! I have to see her!

- You're not going anywhere before you tell me that this is about!!!

He new all along he made a mistake. He shouldn't have hid the fact that his girlfriend was in fact pregnant with his baby. He hid these news from the said child's grandparents. And just like Y/n's mother, his found out on her own as well, only months later.

After a brief pause the words spilled out of his mouth.

- She's pregnant. Mine.

The woman let his son go. He wasted no time outside, and was quickly on the pregnant girl's bedside.

- Hi. - the girl whispered.

Her voice was week, her face pale and there were different tubes connected to her hand, but she smiled none the less.

- Baby...

The boy was scared to touch her. He feared injuring her in any way, causing her pain... she looked so fragile.

- I'm so sorry, Kook... -she sighed guiltily.

- Oh, no... This is none of your faul, Y/n! - he leaned closer to her face to plant a gentle kiss on  it. - We new the risks... I- I shouldn't have let you go to school.

- Well I have to. How else am I going to graduate?

- I'm not letting you! I've learned my lesson. If you have to, you'll take classes online, or something. You can be homeschooled.

Her face turned sour. Jungkook though she was in pain at first, but turns out, she's just worried about her education. However, she new that her baby's health was way more important than anything at the moment.

- How are you feeling? - he broke the silence.

- Tired, but I'm not in pain anymore. - they both smiled in relief. - They said baby is still a bit underweight, but these fluids are supposed to help.

- I really hope so. - another round of silence took over the room before he continued. - My mother... She's here.

- She know right?

- She... she just got to know now.

- Kook... We talked about this. You knew the risk. I thought you would learn from my mistake.

- I know... Sorry. But please don't worry about it, okay? I'll take care of everything, trust me.

- I do. I trust you. Love you, Kookie!

- Love you more.

~

- Miss. Y/l/n I am putting you on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. You can do classes online if necessary, but I'd like to keep you away from as much stress as possible. Our goal is now to keep baby girl inside for as long as possible. Until 36, 37, 40 or even 42 weeks. She's still a bit underweight, so keep it up with the vitamins and shakes, keep hydrated so you don't deplete your amniotic fluid and we should be fine.

- I'll make sure, Doctor Kim. - Jungkook answer enthusiastically.

- Me too, sir. - she answers a bit guilty from her place on the bed.

After the IV bag was empty they checked out and the boy secured Y/n in the car. He won't let anything happen to them from now on. He checked the car's condition, which was perfect by the way, the tires, lights, the seatbelt on the passenger side...

And they were on their way home.

Jungkook's mother took her own car back after hugging the mother of her grandbaby and making sure they were okay. She was still in shock, she needed her time.

Jungkook drove under the speed limit. He received many looks and honks during the trip, but didn't care. He had his girlfriend and baby in the car with him. Their safety always comes first.

They reached home. Jin opened the door. He already knew about what happened, Jungkook called him after checkout. He hugged his precious sister. They didn't talk much, Y/n was tired. The boys led her up into her room. Soon enough she was sound asleep.

Jungkook just kneeled next to her bed, with his arms on the mattress, and hus head resting close to her's. Her face was so peaceful... He loved it. Something he hasn't seen much of for the past months. It's been tough. For her, for him, for the family.

But mostly for her.

Not just mentally, but physically as well.

But she's wonder woman! - he thought.

Nothing could get in her was if only he's more attentive from now on.

So he made a plan.

He would talk to the school's principal about the situation, agree on how she'd be able to finish the year. He'd make sure she's well rested and fed at all times. (Not that Jin and his father wouldn't do that anyway.) He'd come to their house every day and he wouldn't care about Y/n's mother's killing and hateful looks towards him. He'd bring her favorite snacks and food. He'd make a diet plan, full of nutritions for her and the baby. He would be there for his love.

Loves.

Now and forever.

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A/n: Again, sorry for the late update, but I've got a plan. 😌 I'll do shorter chapters from now on for more regular updates. I promise I'm trying! ♥️🥹

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[thelegendarywriter]

Tightly-Packed Prompt

"Hold still and you'll live."

That's what the sign says for this group of strangers that wake up in a small room that has them, shoulder to shoulder. When they notice the sign in unison, they all freeze. Holding perfectly still.

A: "Oh, no."

B: "What's wrong?"

A: "I have to pee."

C: "We also have someone with a medical issue here."

B: "Well, what's wrong with them?"

D: "I have Tourette's."

[jedi-bird]

I have no idea what I did to my hand but I'm reaching the point of my left hand being useless. I can't hold anything for longer than a few minutes; can't pick things up with it; can't put pressure on it; can't bend it half of the time. Icing hasn't helped nor does heat. I cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and it hurts so much that I almost can't stand it (and I have a very high pain tolerance). I don't remember doing anything that could have hurt it and it's not technically not swollen so I'm at my wits end.

[neurotypicalabusesurvivor]

This is a friendly reminder that none disabled people often do benefit from the same accommodations disabled people benefit from.

[educationpostnews]

Medical Colleges

Other recommendation include support and orientation in medical colleges for new students, ways to cope with homesickness, strengthening of anti-ragging measures, mentoring programs, and observing World Mental Health Day and World Suicide Prevention Day.

[freyasfolly]

I am increasingly annoyed at the state of my healthcare and wondering what the actual hell is going on at my doctor's office.

In January, combination of dehydration and infection meant I had a surprise ER visit, where I learned I was a little low on potassium as well, and keep an eye on that.

No problem, I kept that in mind as I was grocery shopping, thought it was fine.

Two weeks ago I fucked around with my caffeine intake and Found Out in the form of chest pains, as well as some heart issues, which lead to a holter monitor for a few days, a chest x-ray, bloodwork, all sorts of fun things as they determined if I was having mini heart attacks or not. Everything came back fine, but I was never told 'well, come in to do more tests to find out if you're actively dying'. Meanwhile, I got desperate enough to pick up a potassium supplement as a hail Mary, hoping that an electrolyte imbalance was the cause of my problems.

And it looks like it was, because despite never having been told this from my bloodwork at this latest doctor's visit, the chest pains cleared up almost immediately and the heart stuff shortly after that.

And I still haven't heard back from my doctor's office, so either they assume that I'm not dying and I'll be fine so no need to talk to me, or they just aren't bothering to let me know what they're looking into.

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[undeadandsleepy]

BIG NEWS

I got myself into bronchitis for weeks never ending... Literally. But I got nachos so 😌 All is well. I also can't hear out of one ear ⊙▽⊙

[nerdpoe]

Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?

He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.

He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.

He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.

So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.

It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.

He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.

To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.

So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.

Which.

No. No no no no no.

Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.

He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.

If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.

[killldeer]

UPS WORKERS HAVE REACHED A DEAL THAT MEETS THEIR DEMANDS AND AVERTED A STRIKE!!!

EDIT 7/27/23: please reblog this version of the post instead! it provides a fuller picture of what’s going on and explains why this isn’t over yet.

[ttngummybear]

I had an issue with my throat about a week ago that I had to go to the doctor for (it's tmi, but I'll put it under a readmore if anyone wants to know), and it made it physically very difficult to eat. It's still been hard as I've recovered.

I'm almost all the way back at being able to eat normally again, and my appetite is going fucking NUTS. I want to eat everything. I WILL eat everything.

Becoming unable to eat really makes you appreciate food. Once I'm back to 100%, I wanna bake a giant sweet potato and load it up with toppings. Nobody will be able to stop me.

The actual issue I was having:

I started to have this thing where I'd chew my food, and then when I'd try to swallow, I would stop myself involuntarily. It's like the muscles in the back of my throat would refuse to do their job. I became terrified of choking. It got worse and worse over a few days, and I finally called the doctor.

(IT GETS REAL GROSS FROM HERE!)

The night before my appointment, I looked in the back of my throat in the mirror and I had a giant fucking tonsil stone.

Before then, I thought it might have been psychosomatic, but... No. I literally had an irritating thing stuck in my throat that was causing both physical and mental issues with eating.

The doctors at the clinic were absolutely shocked by it. It was pretty unusual.

The process of getting it out SUCKED ass, but I've been getting better every day since. I should be back to 100% soon.

[moxsquanch]

ive got mad house md posts in my camera roll ive got to start posting them

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

[transgendz]

My roommate and I are financially unstable while he does through a long, complicated diagnosis process that started as we stopped being homeless. I just got a job, and it's going to pay well and allow us to get caught up and stable, but I don't get my check for a week and a half. We have rent due on the 1st, our storage bill due at the end of the month, and we are out of food.

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

neurotypical people will be like "yeah loud noises bother me too" and meanwhile i once had to sit in a closet clutching a pillow sob-rocking for 2.5 hours because a fire alarm went off for a few seconds