#REFLEXES

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Aeon Flux (2005)

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[Busty girls try to hold a falling ruler between their breasts] by 開栓注意

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What do the SK brothers think of parents with fast reflexes in saving their child(ren) from serious harm?

Always amazed, always impressed

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Reflexes

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DAMN!

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Healing: a collection of vintage doctor imagery.

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PDAR / Reflexes / Pablo del Arco Rey / Photography

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GT Academy contestants medical checkup

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Does being hypervigilant growing up give you really good reflexes? I had the highest in class when we tested ourselves, and people have commented on it all my life. Is this just cuz my brain is always scanning for threats? Pls dont vote in the poll that doesn't apply to you, I'll post results later

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Spasticity

Let's start by clearly defining spasticity:

Spasticity is a neuromuscular disorder characterized by increased muscle tone, stiff, involuntary movements and exaggerated reflexes. It is often associated with lesions of the central nervous system, such as those caused by stroke, multiple sclerosis or spinal cord injury.

Causes of spasticity:

* Cerebral lesions: stroke, head trauma, brain tumors.

* Spinal cord injuries: road accidents, sports injuries, degenerative diseases.

* Neurodegenerative diseases: multiple sclerosis, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS).

* Other: encephalitis, meningitis, certain infections.

 Symptoms of spasticity:

* Increased muscle tone: muscles stiff and difficult to move.

* Involuntary movements: spasms, muscle contractions.

* Exaggerated reflexes: excessive muscular reactions to a stimulus.

* Walking difficulties: stiff gait, leg spasms.

* Pain: muscle contractures, joint pain.

Diagnosis of spasticity :

* Clinical examination: assessment of reflexes, muscle tone, muscle strength.

* Medical imaging: MRI, CT scan to identify underlying cause.

* Electromyography: measurement of muscle electrical activity.

Treatments for spasticity :

* Medication: muscle relaxants, baclofen.

* Physical therapy: stretching, muscle-strengthening exercises.

* Orthoses: splints to support joints and improve function.

* Botox: injections of botulinum toxin to reduce muscle spasms.

* Surgery: in the most severe cases, to correct deformities or contractures.

Living with spasticity:

* Adapting to everyday life: technical aids, home improvements.

* Psychological support: to cope with difficulties and improve quality of life.

* Patient associations: to exchange ideas and find support.

Advice for caregivers:

* Training: to understand spasticity and its consequences.

* Get informed: about treatments and available aids.

* Take care of yourself: to avoid exhaustion.

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Verdades Sejam Ditas | Um desabafo dos vinte e poucos | Crônicas & Poesia (on Wattpad) 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/387955761-verdades-sejam-ditas-um-desabafo-dos-vinte-e?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=carolineschollmeier "Verdades sejam ditas: um desabafo dos vinte e poucos" é um livro com textos sobre autoconhecimento, cotidiano, batalhas contra as pressões sociais e crescimento pessoal. Cada texto abre uma janela para o coração, fazendo com que você se identifique e transborde sentimentos.

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Medical Whump, I hope you like it :]

Before you read, the story is set in a hospital/experimental lab and there are a few other characters who might pop up later on.

Lamb laid on the rough tiled floor of Pepper's room. The walls were painted a faded red, almost pink, and dotted with flying insects of all kinds. It clearly wanted you to feel comforted, but it was so weathered by age it did the opposite. It was just like every other godforsaken room in the building. "That one looks like you," Pepper pointed at one of the bees above her head. It had long gangly legs and huge, bulging, black eyes. "I'm not an ugly bee," She snapped back with no anger in her voice. If she had the strength to, she would have reached over and smacked Pepper. Reading her mind, he bent over and poked her between the eyes "It's not ugly!" He protested, "It's kind of cute." The paint bled a little around the edges, giving it a hazy quality. At some angles, it even looked like the bee was crying streaks of dark red. "It's freaky, that's what it is." "Exactly, creepy and cute." Lamb shook her head fondly. Pepper had some messed up tastes. She searched the rest of his walls for something interesting. The usual stains and fading children's drawing didn't jump out at her. But, over by the door something caught her eye. A butterfly with scrunched up wings flew just to the side of a fist-sized hole in the wall. "Did you try and punch the butterfly?" Lamb asked, waving her fingers in the direction of the wall. "Huh? Oh yeah, it was looking at me weird." "You have terrible aim." "I'm predicting its movements, Lamb. In just a moment you'll see it fly right into my path." She heard Pepper shifting in his bed. Pushing himself up onto his elbows to stare at her. She ignored him, he stared a lot. It used to freak her out, but he told her that he meant nothing by it. He just liked looking at things. Of course she believed it. Lamb believed just about anything Pepper told her. Maybe the butterfly with the busted wings would fly into the hole. Right through into the other side. Maybe outside was filled with food and freedom and lights that didn't buzz. She folded her tongue back onto itself and tasted the bland paste they ate everyday and the acrid pills shoved down her throat. Maybe. "It still hasn't moved, Pepper." He said nothing, but he tapped the bed-sheets like he wanted her attention. Lamb glanced over at him, a smile teasing on her tired lips. "I-"

Blood was dripping from his nose. Lamb tried to force her body to listen as she screamed at it to get up. The drugs were still making her heavy and clumsy. "Pepper!" Lamb cried as her legs uselessly twitched on the floor, "Please be alright…" "It's okay, Lamb," He murmured, "The butterfly is just scared of what's in the hole." "What?" He didn't move. His knuckles were white with how tight he was gripping the side of his bed. The first thought that Lamb had was that this was just like Bell's episodes. Limbs locking up, far away gaze, and fear-inducing stillness. She never thought it'd be so terrifying to see on Pepper. But that wasn't right. His eyes bore straight into hers. Sharp, intelligent. Bile rose in her throat. Something was really wrong. "Pepper, I don't think I'm seeing things right." He started to tremble like a building before it collapsed. "Pepper?" The red of his walls suddenly felt threatening. If this was the mouth of some monster, than that punch hole was the tunnel further in. "What's in the hole?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper. The sterile stench of Clorox rotted everything in the air. Pepper's breath came in quick, panicked breaths above her. "Hell." His heart monitor beeped in a steady rhythm, in tune with the ever present buzzing of the lights. Her eyes started to play tricks on her. Telling her that the hole was getting bigger, that the butterfly was struggling to pull away. The door flinched under the flickering lights. Lamb looked away. "You're the bee," She grumbled into her shoulder as tears pricked her eyes. He leaned down to run his fingers through her black hair. "Whatever you say, Lambie." His voice sounded guilty to her ears. "You should get your nose checked out." The little laugh he made chased out the last scraps of fear from her body. "Apparently it's my high blood pressure." "You give me high blood pressure, you ass." "Hell's pretty small if it's the same size as your fist." "Of course it's small. All the demons are dressed up in lab coats and drugging us out of our minds." Lamb couldn't help but laugh at the image. "They probably all wear the same devil costume to their Halloween parties." "I bet Dr. Roberts has sparkly red fishnets he digs out for it." "Pepper, gross!" "Maybe he wears them under his lab-coat all day." "Next time he restrains me, I'll check." "Thanks, Lambie." She didn't think he was thanking her for creeping on the doctor. "No problem."