#Nebulizer

[tranquilsanatorium]

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[sillydegu]

Does anyone please have a reliable resource for a step by step guide on how to set up a nebuliser box for a rat? The more detailed the better! I'm worried I'm going to do something wrong and harm her if I accidentally trust an ai written article or something. What are the main things to look out for, besides whether the solution is ready to use or concentrate?

[dr-bronner]

Wide stance Wednesday

[sillysaurus]

[autism-autobot]

Did anyone else grow up disabled but not realizing it until you were older?

And I don't mean undiagnosed neurodivergence. I mean, I used to use this thing called a nebulizer for my asthma as a child and didn't realize it wasn't, like, a normal part of everyone's childhood until I reflected on my own childhood as a teenager.

I had a favorite nozzle thingy bit that I had to put in my mouth. I still have it.

I remember sitting on my bed putting the medicine in the nebulizer and just waiting for it to be over so I could go play.

I still have the medicine. It's sitting in a box under my bed right now.

I don't know how I feel about this. I guess I'm fine with it? Idk?

It happened either way.

[shepandem]

This is my new friend Steffie! She has asthma just like me!

I don't use a spacer with my inhaler, but when I was little I used a nebulizer. It was a big box that made a loud electronic buzzing sound. It had a hose on it and medicine inside. The medicine was turned into steam, and I'd breathe it in by putting the hose in my mouth.

That was back in the 90s and early 2000s, so I'm sure nebulizers today aren't nearly so noisy and clunky!

I'm glad all I need now is an inhaler that fits in my pocket!

[crabbshaveabs]

Heirlooms when your families asthmatic

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A poet RIP.

After testing positive with COVID, Patricia Horan, the poet, passed away.

Below is her final poem, written with insistence and ferocity via text from her hospital bed according to her friend Elizabeth Sabo.

Notes on a Stay in a Hospital Quarantine Cell

© Patricia G. Horan :: December 27, 2020

“I swallow my pride and it tastes like honey and salt.

The air has embraced my private body and has approved, and it quietly rejoices in its revelations and the liberation of its childlike spills and neediness. How I reach to love it suddenly, this stranger I’ve kept in a fifties New Jersey suitcase, only removing it for one afternoon on a nude fire island beach.

Now it is truly liberated in a small windowless quarantine room in North Carolina.

The machines behind me beep, shining little christmas trees, watching my pulses, systems, and disturbances like grandmothers, occasionally clucking, unfashionably faithful through the night. I am pinned head to toe to a proud family of counters, weighers, and witnesses. This little womb and its divine protocols.

Shame is peeled from the human body when the body is wet with sweet tears and shocking love. It has suckers like snails and they make marks. The shameless body houses the soul proudly instead of shrouding it.

My mother tells me I began to walk on my first birthday. Today I took steps alone from the commode to the bed, to the applause of my caregiver. Eighty years has incensed up in a laughing swirl of smudge smoke. A laughing swirl of smudge smoke and ageless birthday courage.

Echoing a hated preachment, I see that my life is just where it belongs, that mistakes are potholes filled in with diamonds.

If this dream goes away in the glare and blare of rough reality I will lovingly remember it the way I recall my dying mother squeezing my hand that is now identical to hers. My tenderness spills over in tears of recognition and reconciliation.

Message from a Quarantine Room.

Little womb of a room.”

[bobs-memes]

[glitterpeachtree]

Sierra Six x Sister!Reader

In which you are Six's little sister and you have pretty severe asthma.

After Court went to prison, mom remarried and had me. It was weird to know that I had a brother who I barely knew. Once he got out of prison he spent some time getting to know you over the years. Mom had gone out for the night-she had the night shift at the hospital again. Court was spending the weekend with us.

......

It was around midnight, when I started wheezing. It wasn't unusual for me to be wheezing. It was basically my theme song. I guess I was breathing pretty loud because next thing I knew Court had poked his head in.

"Hey." He knew you had asthma, in fact he had asthma as well. He grew out of it when he was 11, so it didn't affect him anymore. He was used to the inhalers lying around, and the buzzing of the nebulizer on late nights.

"Hey." I said breathlessly. I was struggling to draw a breath in, I had already used my inhaler, but it rarely did anything the first time. At this point, the tips of my fingers started tingling. I was sitting on my bed indian style with my hand on my knees bracing myself up. I close my eyes for a second to get me through the dizziness. Next thing I knew Court was setting up the nebulizer on the foot of the bed.

"What are you doing?" I rasped.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm setting this up for you. You can barely draw a breath in." He said as he connected the tube to the mouthpiece. He then gave me the mouthpiece and he sat next to me on the bed. He placed his hand on my back. It took me a minute to realize that he was trying to listen to me breathe.

"You want me to switch it to the mask?" He gestured. I nodded. After switching it out, he sat across from me, waiting to hear a change in my breathing. (A good change.)

"Try to take deeper breaths. Slow it down." I rolled my eyes at him. He leaned forward looking concerned he said, "I'm gonna stay here until you can breathe." I gave him a thumbs up as I concentrated on my breathing.

.....

Fifteen minutes later, I could feel my fingers again, and I could actually take a breath without wheezing.

"You know I could've set up the neb myself." I told Court.

"Well, you weren't fast enough. Does this happen a lot? Like should I call mom?" He said as he sat down at the table you were sitting at.

"What? No. This is pretty typical. This happens like once or twice a week. Don't call her." I waved my hand at him.

"Okay." He nodded.

[rancid-yogurt]

Commission for my friend Holden, of their partner! They asked for them to be themed like a Sailor Scout, and if I could turn their nebulizer into a magical girl wand/weapon. It's definitely giving Cardcaptor Sakura meets Sailor Moon, but they said it's perfect!

I hope their partner is just as excited about it as they were! It was really fun to stream while I worked on this~

[kay-katttt]

This cold I have is making my asthma act up 😒

[yellowheartz]

Watch me rizz someone up with asthma using a nebulizer

[master-jarrus]

Asthmatics

I got this portable nebulizer on the suggestion of a fellow asthmatic

It’s quiet

It comes with an automatic cleaning setting

It has a mask for adults and babies because apparently the mask is for when you need it to treat the breath ways in your nose and the mouth piece is for the one in your throat

It isn’t a constant thing of mist so your face doesn’t get as damp

Has the option of cord, charged batteries (from my understanding at least) or you can insert AAs

It also comes with a nice traveling pouch that can fit everything inside of it

[bpdloop]

wow! your understanding of this character is so. . . Unique! just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media

[dr-bronner]

Yeah

does anybody else have Two Black Cats. i saw another set of black cats once that looked like mine & i wanna know if they all look like this

[ID: a doodle of two black cats. one has no discernible features except for huge wide sparkly eyes. the other is detailed to look sort of lumpy and weird, with calmer eyes.]