#and i did leave the theatre with a sore tummy

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

precious, precious yuji

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snippet: (1k!) ur at the movies and see a poor, sweet boy and flirt with him very subtly but big brain moment because in your head the two of you are already married (not rlly) reader is described with feminine, female characteristics, but that's all!

warnings: yuji being sweet and naive and dumb, reader being an obvious flirt (dark connotations because their love is obsession and violent.. cute aggression, if you will) probably poorly edited

author's note: this is so self-indulgent. story time- i was at the movie theaters and saw this angel of a boy. only person i could connect it to was the sweetest, sweetest yuji. all of my characters are above the age of eighteen, because 2d characters can be whatever i wish. hope you enjoyyyyyyy *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

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Your stomach hurts.

The sweatpants hang loose on you, the fabric of your shirt tight against your tummy. Scalp tugging against the hair ties against your midline- the lipgloss slathered on your pouty lips sparkles underneath the dim theatre. Because goddamn it, if your stomach is going to hurt you’re going to look good, too.

Your friends, a close girlfriend and her annoying, annoying boyfriend gather around the screen to print the tickets. And as you do, you wander, surveying the snacks and busy bodies that gather to get their goods and go to their selected box.

And-

Oh. Oh, he’s cute.

Whoever you tagged along with melts into a fine mist, eyes sharply cutting to the boy who stands by the register. His pants are baggy, dark- there’s a chain with keys clicked and dangling on the thick fabric. A one size too big company shirt poorly tucked in the cargo, the black belt snug between the loops emphasizes his waist.

Despite the dinner you just had, hunger finds you.

And his face. Preciously sharp with a touch of fat around the apples of his cheeks, tan in color. Buzzed hair, died a soft color. Eyes wide and-

He looks kinda stupid.

Your lips quirk- how endearing. A puppy dog about to read your ticket and tell you which numbered room to go to. There’s a glint on your face, eyes rolling up and down the poor boy’s figure as you take a step closer with your friends.

Plucking the ticket from her (because your best friend’s name doesn’t matter right now, despite the three years of friendship), you saunter towards the booth.

The boyfriend urges your attention to ask you a question. But his eyes catch you, tracing each atom of your curvature as you turn your head and answer with an annoyed look. Can’t he see that you’re busy?

As you turn back around, the boy is sitting on the register table. And you blink, languidly walking forward. One foot in front of the other, the reconciliation that he might be bad at his job is frowning. But he’s just so pretty you can’t find yourself turned off just yet. He makes eye contact with you, and hops off the booth.

Just a few inches taller. You smile.

“Hi.” You thank whatever force of nature that made your voice so dreamy, so soft and syrupy.

He leans towards you as you hold out the ticket, manicured nails expectantly waiting to hear what he sounds like. Openly, you gaze at his face. There are three pimple patches on his cheeks, yet hardly a blemish in sight. A naive twinkle in his eye, as though he might be too good for this world. Too good for you. Something feral claws in your gut, but your face is serene, perfectly content with this little mouse in the palm in your hand.

A breath of surprise fills your lungs when his fingers, so long and thick and pretty, reach towards the small piece of paper to turn it his way.

“Sorry, can I see-?”

You tilt the paper, a soft, darling laugh leaving you. The boyfriend, your girlfriend, watch with a knowing, amused expression- you can feel it in the back of your skull.

“Mhm, sorry.” You murmur.

“It’s okay,” There’s a nervous laugh that leaves him, too, and you’ve never wanted to wrap your hands around a boy’s throat faster because he’s still holding onto the paper, still looking at it as though reading number was a jigsaw puzzle. An egotistical, unrealistic part of yourself believes that he’s looking at the rings that sit upon your freshly polished fingertips.

“That’ll be theatre twelve, on the left side..”

You look at his name tag- Yuji.

How fucking cute.

The stars above have the two of your tilting your heads to stare at each other for a second longer than a casual glance. And a serpentine smile flits your face. He sweetly, nervously grins back as you say the sweetest thank you! You even wave, like the silly, cute thing you are- yin and yang with the devilish desire to rip him apart with your teeth, to watch him twitch under your grasp. Poor boy- it's a good thing he's on the clock, paid to be nice.

Looking back, you motion your friends to keep up with you as you go to grab the M&Ms you’ve been craving since back at the Asian restaurant. They trail behind, and you walk with a sway, knowing he’s watching you instead of guiding the next round of movie goers.

It’s your turn to buy, you offered. The boyfriend paid for your dinner (as he does every time because he makes a little too much money not to spoil his girlfriend’s best friend), so it’s only right to pay an outrageous thirty dollars for your candy and their drinks.

You’re waiting for said best friend to fill up your soon to be shared soda, and catch sight of Yuji again. He’s wandering away from his post, passing right by your seeing eyes. Heedlessly, you watch as the manager questions him.

“Where are you going?”

Yuji must do this often, based on the expression his supervisor wears.

“To the bathroom?”

The manager, with curly hair and a baritone voice, scoffs, watching Yuji walk off with gaunt, unsurprised eyes. Your friends gather your attention, the bandwidth of a carrot, and you smile with your candy in hand- your ticket in hand.

It takes a moment before you’re actually following them, gaze on the boy walking to the bathroom and digging around in his pocket. What could he possibly be doing- whoops.

The two of you make eye contact again; this time you look away, a prickle of embarrassment spreading through your fingers as you nudge the ticket into your purse pocket.

“Come on,” the boyfriend complains, motioning to you with his hands as to say let’s fucking go.

And you shrug, feet falling into place with them as you go to theatre twelve.

“Sorry, he’s cute.”

[hisunshiine]

—work out for me (M) jjk

🏋🏻‍♂️Part of the “Making You Sweat Like That” Collaboration 

🏋🏻‍♂️pairing: neighbor!gymrat!jungkook x neighbor!reader

🏋🏻‍♂️word count: 3.2k

🏋🏻‍♂️genre + warning: 18+, nsfw, post breakup au, strangers/neighbors to lovers | mean ex-boyfriend, semi-public unprotected sex, wet sex, submerged sex, hot tub sex, kissing, groping, semi-clothed humping, teasing, sucking, biting, & marking, praise, scratching, creampie, post-sex cockwarming, jungkook has a fat cock

🏋🏻‍♂️summary: after a bad breakup, you move to a new apartment complex with a full gym and amenities. wanting to catch the eye of your very fit, across-the-hall neighbor, you start using the gym hoping to see him there. when he shows up to the gym and asks to join you, working out takes on a new meaning. 

🏋🏻‍♂️an: this is a revamp of my original story from june of last year! i hope you enjoy the additions/changes made to the story, and please await the sister gym-fics for this special collab, coming soon!

collab masterlist coming soon!

“Who would want you!?” Changkyun says icily. He’s yelling as you walk with the last of your belongings out of the once shared apartment. You cringe, hoping the neighbors are at work or just out in general.

“Clearly you wanted me, Changkyun. I’m sorry that we’re not working anymore… But I can’t do this anymore.” You keep your voice steady, not raising it like you want to. He’s also lucky that your hands are full carrying this box, or else you would have already swung on him. But you know it’s best this way.

His toxic ass loves a fight, loves to create drama in your relationship because of the thrill of making up. Make up sex with Changkyun may be fun, but the rest of the relationship had gone stale a while ago. And you’re tired of fighting.

The last argument, he had taken it too far, so you’re done. You realize as you load your car that he finally caught on. You’re leaving him for good this time, and his fragile ego can’t handle the fact that you’re the one who is making the decision to leave. 

He hopes that by insulting you he can get you to stop and face him. But you won’t make that mistake. You know he will use it to his advantage, turn it into hot, passionate sex, but you want more than just make up sex and drama.

“I can have any girl, YN! I’ll get someone better than you!”

“I’m sure you can have any girl. But I’m not just any girl.” You climb into the driver’s seat of your car, finally making eye contact with him one last time. “Good luck finding a woman like me. I truly wish you all the best.”

Swinging the door shut in his face, you back out your 4-door sedan and head out towards your new apartment in Itaewon.

The new Itaewon apartment is nice, with two bedrooms and one bathroom, you have ample space for all of your belongings. It feels a little empty that first week, and despite having had a tour prior to moving in, you are still not ready to use the facility's amenities fully. The tour showcased that the apartment had a computer lab, a pool, a game room, gym & sauna, and a small theatre room.

Scattered around between apartment buildings are a volleyball court, basketball court, and picnic area. You’re within walking distance to some of the more popular places to hang out for young adults your age, but have yet to go out and enjoy the nightlife.

Running down to your car, where you have left that last box after your encounter with Changkyun—files for a work project forgotten in the backseat—you spy the hot man who lives somewhere in your building. He’s walking back from the gym, shirt dark from sweat in spots as he carries a small gym bag on his shoulder. He’s staring at his phone; strands of his hair slick from perspiration block his eyes but the smile as he sees something on the screen gives you that funny feeling in your tummy. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

You pass him by, noting that his scent is still fresh despite the fact that he has to have just finished a vigorous workout, but due to the deadline on your report, you don’t have the time to linger in his fragrance that fills the narrow hall. You jog back into the building, and when you approach your door, you ascertain fate is on your side. 

Apartment 613, directly across the hall from you, has the door propped open by a gym bag—one you recognize easily, since you had just seen it only a mere minute and a half ago. When a dark head of hair pops between the opening, bending at the waist to grasp the handle and pull the bag in, and you dart into your own apartment.

 You feel like a blushing schoolgirl avoiding her crush, but his aura is intimidating to you. Maybe one day you’ll gather the courage to talk to him, but not just yet.

“What about, I don't know, making a change?”

Your best guy friend’s voice crackles through the phone line as you tidy up your living room. You hold your phone between your shoulder and your ear, keeping your hands free so that you are able to fluff the couch pillows and fold the throw blanket you fell asleep using on the couch. 

“Okay Hoseok, what change do you suggest that I make? I already dropped 169 pounds of toxic ex. I feel like that’s pretty healthy.”

“Why not just go to the gym and use that to burn off all your pent up sexual frustration. You hurt Yoongi’s feelings the other night when you wouldn’t listen to his new track. You’re mean when you aren’t getting dick constantly.”

“Wow, thanks Hobi. Love you too.”

“See. Your sarcasm did not go unnoticed, hun. I’m just saying. Until you can get worked out… work out.”

“I know.” You let out a sigh, defeated. “I stopped going to the gym once I started dating Kyun, spending more time at home acting like a wife, when I knew he was too much of a player to ever settle down for real.” You glance to your front door, imagining 613 dripping with sweat. “I guess I could take your advice.”

“First time for everything.”

“Who the fuck decided going to the gym that their apartment complex provides at the same time, 7PM to 8PM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is a good idea?” you huff under your breath. It’s Friday night, and while most people your age are out on dates, cuddled up watching Netflix, or taking shots pregaming, you’re working up a sweat on the elliptical. The gym is normally empty at this time of night, nearing 8PM, and you aren’t feeling all that motivated. So why are you still there?

After moving into your new place, a couple weeks after leaving your longest relationship, you’re ready to be all about you. That’s why you decide to create a gym routine and stick to it, to reclaim your self-esteem your shitty ex had knocked down a peg or two. You didn’t realize how much of what he would say during fights started to become the voice in your head, until he was gone and unable to quiet the ache between your thighs and in your mind.

You’re ready to quit your gym regiment after the first week. 

That is until your hot neighbor appears as you’re about to throw the towel in. 

Hottie from apartment 613 walks in, black hair pushed away from his forehead but still extra floofy, a black tee and black joggers hanging loose off his lean frame. The fluorescent lights glint off the metal earrings dangling from each ear, and his eyebrow; you are enthralled. Each step he takes is fluid, his body moving gracefully across the black rubber gym flooring as he heads to the treadmill. 

This isn’t the first time you have seen him in the gym. You saw him during the tour and when you were given your keys—you had come to see the setup of your mailbox area and test the mail key when you first had moved in, long hair in his face as he did pushups. You noticed his body first, despite the extremely baggy clothes he wore, and you could see his shape underneath as he moved. You then continued to explore the front lobby, computer lab, and gym areas, all so you could watch him as he continued to his arms, chest, and laughed with a friend in the gym.

If you’re honest, Apartment 613 is the reason you decide to take Hobi’s advice to go to the gym. Being located across the hall from him, in 614, you learn his gym schedule after overhearing the times his door would slam shut behind him as he hustles downstairs. You decide to time your trips 30 minutes before he’ll typically go, in hopes that you can run into him. Coincidentally, of course. Monday and Wednesday are failed attempts. He never shows up and you are left feeling dejected and sore. Friday is your last attempt, and you almost give up too, but then he appears. 

You watch as he grabs weights off the rack behind you, working his arms, and you walk over to the nearby hooks with mats on them so you can sit and stretch. You’re done with your workout, and after stretching, you figure it’s a good time to hop into the hot tub to relax your muscles. 

After completing a good full body stretch and watching Hottie from 613 move around the gym, who you notice has been slyly eyeing you up and down as well, you travel over to the hot tub, where you strip off the oversized T-shirt, leaving you in just your sports bra and spandex shorts. It’s now close to 10 PM, but luckily the gym is 24 hours, and the hot tub is located in a tucked away corner behind the sauna. Private enough for you to feel comfortable to be half naked for a quick dip.

“Mind if I join you?” 

A honey sweet voice, perfect in it’s tenor pitch carries over your shoulder. 

You turn, smiling softly at 613. 

“Not at all. I’d love the company.”

He’s funny. So funny and super cute. He’s also super flirtatious, grazing soft touches to your arm and sweeping his fingers across your face to tuck your hair behind your ear.  Currently, you watch as rivulets of the water run down his neck, following a vein you want to press your lips into and suck on as he tells you about his hobbies. 

“What do you like to do—? Um, I actually don’t think we exchanged names yet.” 

“Y/N. I live in building 6.”

“Jungkook, and me too! I’m 613.”

“I’m 614! We’re across the hall from each other.” You pretend to be shocked, knowing damn well that you have been privy to this information since you’ve moved in there. 

“Wow, I’m surprised…” His eyes linger on your exposed cleavage. “I feel like I should’ve noticed you.”

“Really? What makes you say that?” you say boldly, moving across the hot tub towards him. The middle of the jacuzzi was actually pretty deep for your height, and standing up fully still has you under water from the armpit down.

You feel his hands on the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him between his legs where he sits, putting you both at about the same height.

“For one thing.. I definitely notice a nice ass. I don’t think I would’ve forgotten this one.” His hands glide up along your thighs, cupping your cheeks. Moving with the momentum, you allow yourself to climb up, straddling his lap without sitting down fully on him just yet. This puts you a little taller than him, allowing streams of water to flow from your breasts down along your tummy and back into the water.

He’s squeezing his fingers on your ass, feeling you up and you can sense when he rises with excitement from where your body straddles his. Feeling bolder than you ever have, you lean down and kiss him, and the movement causes you to rub your clothed core against the tip of his rising cock. 

His lips are as soft as you thought they’d be, his pink pout moving skillfully with your own before his tongue asks for permission to taste you. Because you’re only wearing the spandex shorts, when his large hands pull you closer to him, his hardened shaft soon throbs against your pussy, feeling as if your spandex shorts are already off of your body. 

Lowering yourself fully onto his lap, keeping your knees on either side of his hips, you stroke your core back and forth along his shaft, with your hands moving to wrap lightly around his neck. He places his hands on your hips guiding you back and forth along him. The friction of your bodies feels so good, despite the burn of your thighs after your workout. He slowly slips his thumbs into the top of your spandex, and begins to slide them down.

You let him.

You break your lips apart to catch your breath, because it’s already hot in the water, and every touch from him is making your body feel like it's aflame. You slide his boxer briefs down as he pulls your sports bra over your head, his shirt the last thing between you until you’re both naked in the hot tub. 

Climbing back on top of him and using your hand, you grab his now fully firm cock and rub the throbbing head along your slit, parting your folds in order to use him to massage your clit. He moans softly into your mouth, a musical sound that gives you goosebumps. Bodies wet and temperatures high, you position him at your aching entrance and sit there with his dick head pulsing to go in, but you’re not allowing him entrance yet.

Jungkook moves his kisses lower down to your neck, suckling softly at your sweet spot behind your ear as his hands tug you impossibly closer.

“Teasing me after we’ve come this far, baby?” he whispers, his wet hair tickling your collarbone.

With his words goading you into movement, you give in, slowly lowering yourself while simultaneously rotating your hips. You engulf his dick with your walls and can feel yourself cream all over his fat cock as he spreads you open. It’s been a month—at least—since you last had sex with your ex, possibly longer, and Jungkook is just so much bigger… 

You take a breath before continuing, slowly beginning to ride him up and down once you adjust to his size. You suck at his neck, enjoying the way the water helps you ride him. He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before pulling away slowly, giving you a sultry look. The steam rises, hiding your naked bodies away from any potential peeping eyes. 

You take in the view, the rising wisps of evaporating water framing his doe eyes and reddening skin. His lips are a magnet to your skin, and Jungkook doesn’t stop kissing along your jawline until he reaches your neck and he begins to suck, using his tongue to draw circles. It feels amazing. You keep riding him, enjoying the way he fills you up. 

“Baby, can I go faster?” 

His voice is low and whiny; you can tell he’s aching for more of you, as are you of him. You nod, biting your lip as your hooded eyes meet his own, and he pulls out of you with a sigh of relief for what’s to come. Turning you gently to face the edge of the hot tub, he has you lean your chest on the perimeter and guides your hand to the cool metal of the entry railing as he enters you from behind. 

Arching your backside as high as you’re physically able, you lay flush to the ledge of the jacuzzi, spreading your legs apart farther where they kneel on the tiled bench to give him a better angle. He has one hand on the same metal railing of the whirlpool stairs and the other wrapped around your waist where his palm and fingers lay open and spread across your tummy, where he’s applying pressure in the hope that he can hit your G spot. 

He’s successful. 

You attempt to crawl away from the pleasure, climbing up further onto the ledge when your foot finally finds purchase on the slippery bench seating.  

“You running from me?” Jungkook laughs, unable to stop the jovial sound from coming out of his swollen lips as he watches you try and escape the tantalizing way he fills you. You know you agreed he could go faster, but the fullness of his glide along your gripping walls has you wanting to backtrack. Who knew sex could feel like this—like you were about to reach nirvana, like once you come you won’t ever be the same.

“I don’t, see—ahhhhh… How this is a— ssss fuck! A laughing matter,” you cry out with trouble.

Your body tries again to run away. It doesn’t hurt; on the contrary the pleasure was too high, but he changes tactics to listen to your body. Lifting you almost effortlessly out of the water so your torso is fully onto the surrounding surface, he showcases his raw strength as he carries out this task while simultaneously plunging his dick deeper into you as he takes your original position of kneeling on the tiled seat in the hot tub, giving him the perfect angle to continue to fuck you.

“Ahhh, Jungk-kook, I’m… fu—!” He pulls out of you again, despite the tug of your walls to keep him inside and turns you on your back to face him. Bringing one of your legs up, he rests it on his chest as he begins slowly pumping into you.

“I knew you’d be flexible, Y/N.” Jungkook moans as he positions both of his hands on either side of you. You lift up the leg that’s still down, and he places it into the crook of his arm.

“Go as deep as you can,” you pant, “and stay in. I want to feel you.”

Pulling you back into the water, Jungkook carries your now weightless body to the deeper part of the hot tub, holding you in place. You’re practically folded like a pretzel; both of your legs are hooked at the knee in the bend of his arms and his cock remains nestled deep inside of your cunt, walls pulsing around him as your muscles try to fight his thick penetration.

“You take me so well, damn baby.” Jungkook praises you and he’s rewarded with a tightening grip that tells him you’re more than enjoying the moment with him. He’s definitely enjoying the moment as he’s buried within you. 

You place your head into the crook of his neck, and claw his back in an attempt to pull him closer. You’re moaning loudly by this point, so you bite his neck to keep from yelling. Jungkook backs you up into the wall of the hot tub and begins to pump faster, and you can feel yourself build towards climax again. The water’s penetrating against your back from the jets, and Jungkook’s penetrating your front.

“Ah, fuck… Jungkook—don’t stop, uh-huh… Kookie, deeper… right there!” you yell as he finally hits his last few deep & hard strokes, before finally emptying himself out into you. Your walls quiver around him, sucking out every last drop that he pumps into you.

You’re breathing hard, and Jungkook sits on the ledge seat in the water with his head back and his eyes shut. You float over to where he is and he grabs you so that you’re straddling him, though this time you rest your head on his firm chest.“Damn, that was a fucking workout.”You laugh into his strong chest.

“It was worth the pain I’ll feel tomorrow.”

He looks down at you, his chest feeling light as he takes in your messy bun, cute smile, and the way your eyes are shut as you relax against him.

“How about I give you a full body massage back at my place to make up for having you work out for me a second time tonight?”

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thank you for reading! ♡ 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. ♡

[garethandjude]

Sam’s Eulogy

Sam’s funeral was 1 year ago today. Writing Sam’s Eulogy was emotionally the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Reading it in the service was beyond me. Jude and I are ever indebted and thankful to Marc for doing this so well on the day.  It read as follows:

I stand before you today, a representative of a family that feel truly blessed to have such amazing support not just through the numbers here but throughout Sam’s journey. Family, friends, the Russell school, social clubs, the medical teams, work colleagues, the whole Chorleywood community and beyond, we are all united in our love, and desire to pay our respects to our wonderful warrior Sam.

Samuel George Hanson, was born in St George’s hospital on St George’s day, the most precious present on his Dad’s birthday. He was instantly welcomed and loved by his brother Rhys and his family. Whether from his brother’s tickles, or the delight of smearing food all over his face, it wasn’t long before he was smiling and chuckling in his unique way, filling our lives with Sammy sized fun.

As a baby and toddler Sam was seldom without a muslin blanket for comfort – Mum and Dad wouldn’t dare leave the house without one. This set a theme for the rest of his short life. The muslin was eventually superseded, by George bear, Sven, Camo. He loved his teddies and each had a name. Over the past few years there was one teddy that Sam would never be without - Rabbity. Rabbity was so precious to Sam that the internet was scoured for an identical backup to be used when Rabbity was washed. Shipped in from the US, Rabitto was always on standby. Rabbity went everywhere with Sam. Every night he cuddled him, during all his stays in hospital, every operation Rabbity was in the theatre with Sam. Up until the very end, right now, and forever – Rabbity will be with Sam to comfort him.

As Sam grew up, some other Sammy traits soon appeared. With his white blond hair, and golden skin he was a beautiful toddler, with a propensity to wear nothing on his feet. Was he destined to be a surfer dude? He had the look. If he could, he would always be barefoot. At a push he would be in crocks, as a last resort trainers. If he went out, shoes and socks were always the last things on and the first things off. When home, he was easy to find as his shoes and socks would leave a Sammy trail from the door to wherever he was going.

As all children should be, Sam was full of life, a little mischievous and very inquisitive. He loved finding crystals in rocks and bringing pretty stones or fossils home. If it sparkled, it got his attention. Was he a budding geologist or was it a palaeontologist? He was encouraged to do it all. Only a few weeks ago he was busy foraging on the beach intently studying what the tide was washing in. Crab shells, dismembered crab claws, pretty shells, he was intrigued by them all and they all went into our bucket to bring home. Maybe he was destined to be an ecologist?

In hospital Sam would relax by watching his favourite movies. Whether they were Disney animations, classics like Oliver or epic compilations like the Lord of the rings, Star wars, DC and Marvel, he enjoyed them all. He also loved dressing up. Inspired by the heroes and villains in all the movies, when he dressed up, his imagination would whisk him away and he became that character. Woody or Buzz, the Gruffalo, a Dinosaur, a Rabbit, Captain Phasma or America, Kylo Ren or Thor. He would boisterously tear around the house in character, wielding his weapon of choice. Rhys was usually the victim and would laugh out loud as Sam battered him with a foam sword or hammer (most of the time!)

There was one costume, more than any other that Sam just loved – his reindeer onesie. He would wear it around the house, camping trips, on visits to the hospital, he even wore it to school. His size 3-4 years was worn until the legs looked like ¾ lengths and the body was skin tight. He didn’t care, he’d say it was snuggly, and it tickled us to see him in it. Sam loved being snuggly and snuggling up to his teddies or under blankets. But if there was some snuggling to be done, top of the list was always snuggling with his Mummy.

Even when Sam was poorly one of the activities he’d still find the strength to do was Nerf battles. If it rained, the battle would be indoors, if it was dry it would be outside with bullet guns or water pistols. When Sam was less mobile, whole house or garden battles were reworked so that Sam could take up a static sniper position, and take pot shots at his victims, family or friends. Rhys has a fond memory of when he and a friend were speaking and playing with some girls in a neighbouring garden. The talk soon became squeals and laughter as Samster the Gangster popped around the edge of the shed, naked, brandishing a water pistol and soaked them all.

When Sam was young he had always been a healthy child. When the family had colds he seemed to be unscathed, but in the autumn of 2015 Sam became pale, he was low on energy, and he had a rash. At first the GP thought it may be viral, but after a couple of weeks nothing had improved and his tummy was starting to swell. By this point the family were fearing this could be something bad but the odds said they should be wrong. A blood test was done on the 1st of December 2015, a day the family will never forget. Sam was diagnosed with Leukaemia and their Sky fell in.

Sam’s journey since then has been a tough one. His beads of courage are a lasting memory to the 100’s of procedures he endured over the 3 and a half years of treatment. He amassed 1,850 beads in all and the family give thanks to the medical staff here today, representing everyone that has worked at every hour of the day to care for Sam during his battle with Leukaemia. He was inspired so much by your commitment and professionalism that he’d said he wanted to grow up to be a nurse. Would that have been his future? Sadly we will never know.

If there is one thing that blossomed in hospital, and epitomises Sam it would be his love for Lego. Over the years we had various activities to fill the time. Card games, dart guns and dart boards, Qixels and crafts. He would enjoy them all but the favourite was definitely LEGO. What started with a small Lego set to help while away the time, grew into a ritual fuelled by both Sam’s and his Dad’s enjoyment of it. If Sam was spending any length of time in hospital he’d be doing Lego. The anticipation and the walk to collect a new set from the Amazon lockers in GOSH were all part of the excitement. The real magic was watching him build; so focussed and determined, his tongue out during the tricky bits. When he completed something, the sense of achievement was always evident on his face - in the big beaming smile. From timid beginnings, he fumbled through his first few sets but soon became a master builder completing multi bag sets intended to last days in just a few hours. If there is one thing that demonstrates how much time Sam spent in hospital, and particularly the months in isolation it would be the size of his Lego collection. On display in his room he was always proud to show it to people.

The last 9 months were particularly tough. The disease and treatment taking its toll. Sam was a third heavier, had lost his hair again, and then grew dark hair back almost everywhere. His hearing was impaired and his legs were weak. He would be unrecognisable to those that had not witnessed the change. But to those that had it was still Sam and he was a fighter, he would get through this. His attitude to all the pokes, prods and procedures was inspirational “let’s just get it over with” he would say. He hated general anaesthetics, but to overcome the fear he developed his own routine of yoga breaths and a snuggle with Mummy or Daddy while he had his sleeping milk and just got it over with. His animated moral – “Never give up” that we are so blessed that he made, will live with us forever. Sam you’re a trooper - thank you for being so brave.

Despite everything he’d been through he was still the cheeky, inquisitive boy we all loved. He always had a willingness to learn and would look forward to his lessons in hospital, at home or in school. Even on days post BMT when his mouth was too sore to speak he still had his lessons, writing or using the iPad to communicate. It would be the highlight of his days only missed if he was asleep.

Sam was doing so well in his treatment, he was winning his battle with leukaemia. He was in remission, his transplant was a success and his diseased white blood cells had been replaced 100% by his brother’s donor cells. His recovery was not without issues, that would, and did make him feel lousy, but the bigger picture was always good and in a few more months he was going to get through this. One day, he was going to ring the bell in Hospital that signified the end of his treatment.

On the 21st March Sam was taken by his parents to Watford because of his rapid breathing. This was thought to be a visit like many other. On the 22nd of March suddenly and unexpectedly Sam’s condition deteriorated and after many hours he was stabilised in Watford and transferred to intensive care in GOSH. Sadly, despite battling his biggest battle and supported by an overwhelming number of people and well-wishers, Sam was never to leave. He passed away peacefully in his parents’ arms on the 4th of April 2019. Sam never got to ring the bell.

Sam didn’t quite make the 8th Birthday that he was so excited about, but during his short time with us has achieved more than many may achieve in a lifetime. In his name, 10’s of thousands of pounds have been raised for charities that have benefited him or his family; CLIC Sargent, Be child cancer aware, Children with Cancer and Spread a Smile. The Radio 5 Live broadcast for the ‘No Isolation’ robot has over a million views and touched thousands of people. The hope is that these contributions may bring unforgettable memories, or lead to new treatments that help save the lives of other children in a similar situation and maybe one day ensure nobody has to endure the loss of a child from Leukaemia. Sam, you should be proud.

Everyone gathered here today has been touched in some way by Sam’s life. It may take a long time for friends and family to adjust, but after the grief and mourning, we will be left with the memories and sparkle that Sam brought to our lives. We will reflect on a life full of amazing adventure, love and bravery. Sam’s courageous battle and attitude should and will inspire us to never give up. We will all miss you Sam but may your star forever shine bright. ⭐

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The Fledgling Diaries: A collection of stories about Marc, Devrim, and Suraya. Part 2 of 2 involving a sick Suraya and her concerned parents.

Previous parts here: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Suraya wakes crying and hallucinating on their way to the hospital, asking why her (very dead) mother is there. With them. In the vehicle. Devrim thinks he’s going to be sick when she begins asking the hallucination of her deceased parent if they are here to take her away, then screaming that she doesn’t want to go, she wants her dads - her Marc and her Dev, she specifies at a fever pitch - and then dissolving into wails when Devrim grabs her, telling her and any delusion that will listen that they can’t have her, that she’s not going anywhere but home with them once the doctor makes her better.

Devrim’s a literal disaster by the time he caves and calls Marc, who is more concerned than he is angry - the tremor in Devrim’s voice is something he can’t unhear - and he leaves work immediately, important meetings be damned. By the time Marc makes it into the room, Devrim is about as pale as the child in the bed, and he insists everyone leave the three of them alone. Suraya is awake, barely, clinging to Devrim’s hand with both of hers.

“What’s happening?” Marc asks.

Suraya looks down at their hands. “Doctor says I need a ‘mergency operation,” She offers quietly, and squeezes Devrim’s hand when it shakes. Marc’s lower lip gets sucked between his teeth. He knows that feeling - the one where the kid is stronger than the parent - he’s felt it before with Suraya, and he’s seeing it right now. It’s harder to watch, he decides. Devrim is not handling this well, not at all. Marc looks to Suraya who slides her tired eyes over to Marc carefully. “‘S my apensicks,” She tries to explain, imploring him to understand. At this point, talking makes her exhausted.

“Your appendix,” Marc corrects. He’s aware of the procedure.

“Mmm,” She agrees, and her fingers smooth over the top of Devrim’s hands.

“When?” He looks to Devrim. “Did a surgeon come in?”

“Just left. They’re preparing the operating theatre right now.”

“Did they tell you what they’re going to do?” Marc looks to Suraya, trying to mask his concern.

A grim smile meets him. She’s a brave little girl. “Yeah,” Suraya says. “I don’t wanna,” She admits, but adds “It’s gonna hurt, but I need it so I don’t die.”

“Okay,” Marc says, when Devrim looks down and away. He takes a wide path around the too-large hospital bed and puts a hand on Dev’s shoulder, standing beside him. “Do we need to do anything?” He asks his husband.

Devrim shakes his head. “I signed for everything already,” He imparts quietly.

A very brightly garbed nurse comes to see them a few moments later, checking things over, asking them questions that are incredibly simple, and then explaining in very simplified terms that Suraya would wear a mask and it would make her fall asleep, and when she woke up, she would feel sleepy, but way better.

“We’ll take good care of you,” The nurse says. “You’ll be back with your parents in no time.”

Suraya nods, looking uneasy. She swallows hard. “We’re scared,” She says shyly. There’s a lot of parallels she can make to the orphanage, but right now, she hurts too badly to worry about them. All she cares about is the two men beside her and stopping the burning feeling in her tummy.

Devrim turns his head into Marc’s side as the nurse dips down to her level. “They’re good daddies, huh?”

“The best,” Suraya agrees softly, wincing as she shifts. One of the men beside her makes a little inhale of surprise at her openness, but she pays it no mind, more concerned with what the nurse is doing to the bag that’s connected to her arm.

“Alright,” The nurse says. “Better give them hugs before your nap, huh?”

Both parents stand while the nurse retrieves what she needs to proceed from the cabinets on the wall facing the bed. Marc goes first, kissing her forehead while she lifts heavy arms up to hug his head.

“Alright, kiddo,” Marc says, proud at how well he keeps the worry from bleeding into his tone, especially considering the whirlwind that this turned into. “Sleep tight.”

She nods and gives him a little smile that’s almost a smirk. “Ok, Dad,” She agrees. Calling them by their titles seems to make them feel good, and it’s no different now. She’s still getting used to it, but now seems to be one of the right times to do so. Marc gives her a smile and a wink to match.

Devrim sinks onto the bed beside her, lip quivering. Suraya puts both hands on his face, one on each cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs when she pats them gently. “You’ll be there when I wake up?” She asks.

The militiaman nods. “Of course,” He grits out. “I won’t go anywhere.”

“Good,” She says back. The nurse has her equipment lined up now, and Dev reaches down to pull her into a hug before he’s asked to step away.

“I love you,” He tells her, barely a rumble in her ear. “So much.”

Little Suraya smiles, pushes their noses and foreheads together. “It’s gonna be okay, Daddy. I promise.”

He laughs at that, the irony of it all, and squeezes her hand. “It will,” He agrees. Her fingers lace with his. Marc rubs his back and leans against him, a familiar, comforting gesture.

“Alright sweetheart,” The nurse shows her a clear mask. “It’s going to smell like bubble gum, and then you’ll fall right asleep. Sound okay?”

She nods, but bites her lip - only able to be so strong despite her anxiety. Dev squeezes her hand. “We’ll be right here, my dear Suraya. We aren’t going anywhere.”

His steadiness is an anchor, their roles back to normal. She nods and looks at them both, the tiniest quirk of lips as the mask is looped over her ears and affixed to her face.  Devrim nods. Marc smiles and says, “We’ll see you in a couple hours, sweetheart. We love you.” Her lips move under the mask, fingers squeezing tight around Dev’s hand before becoming limp as the medication does its job.

-/

Marc has never seen his husband so anxious before. Not that Marc himself isn't nervous, because he is, or worries, because he does.

“I was alone with her all morning,” Devrim finally admits. “I didn't even know until she sicked up.”

“Sometimes, that happens,” Marc reminds him. “Children exhibit different symptoms than adults, Devrim. You reacted to her symptoms appropriately.” He reaches out and grabs his spouse's wrist, jerking him out of his path across the room. “Would you come here already?”

It's very clear that Devrim blames himself, but Marc honestly doesn't see how it can be his fault. He'd told Marc that he called the pediatrician the second she said her stomach hurt. He reacted the way he was supposed to. The militiaman drops into the chair beside Marc as though he's dead weight. Dev's face gets buried in Marc's neck the second Marc reaches an arm around his shoulders.

“She was seeing things,” Dev murmurs into Marc's throat. “Her mother. People do those things when they're dying, Marc. In the field. I can't-”

“It's okay,” Marc rubs his back gently, the motion pulling Dev into him more each time. “She's tough. She'll pull through.” His eyes sweep across the empty waiting room. “Appendectomies are relatively common in children. Don't fret, my love. She's where she's supposed to be.”

Devrim still worries. He spends the next two hours fitfully dozing against his husband, jerking awake at phantom noises. He'd willingly take to any battlefield, any day, than go through this.

The doctor - a stout, short man, with white hair and glasses - enters the waiting room a short while later. He offers them a tentative smile when Devrim all but leaps to his feet. Marc's hand finds his wrist, is an anchor to calm him down.

“It will be a little while until she's back into her room,” The doctor informs them. “Her appendix has been removed with minimal issues. She'll be sore, but back to normal in a few weeks.”

Devrim scrubs a hand over his eyes and Marc knows he isn't crying, but it's a close thing. Suraya turns him into a blubbering baby. “When can we take her home?” Marc asks carefully, watching Devrim's twitch out of the corner of his eye.

“Ah, a day or two. We just want to monitor her. Of course, you're welcome to stay with her the whole time.”

Devrim hums, and Marc is already aware of who is going to get him a change of clothes. Dev won't leave her alone. Marc is pretty sure he would have gone into the operating theatre if they would have let him.

Half an hour later, they're escorted by another nurse to a different room. This one is a bit more like a hospital room than a triage one. Suraya's head is shifting, lips pulled into a thin line, and Marc drops Devrim's hand so he's got two to cup her face and kiss her forehead, all the while whispering all sorts of sweet things against her scalp.

“D...Daddy?” She's groggy, motions uncoordinated. Her eyes stay closed. Devrim kisses her forehead and smoothes back her hair.

“I'm here,” He tells her. “You did so well, Suraya. We're proud of you.”

She hums, patting the bed beside her, looking for his hand. He slides it under her fingertips and she squeezes it. “It's okay,” She tells him, eyes opening just a little. “You're a good Daddy,” She breathes.

Marc looks away then, because Devrim sputters at that, and if he isn't crying - or at least teary-eyed - Marc would be surprised(and if Dev cries, Marc will surely lose it too). His husband and daughter have this ridiculous connection. It's as if one of them knows how the other one feels without context. When he does look her way, Devrim's face is pushed into the sheets near their joined hands, his body bowed almost out of the chair he's sitting in beside the bed. Marc does his best to mask his quiet sigh, but draws her attention.

Suraya's eyes meet Marc's similarly dark ones with a quiet, tired look. She reaches a hand out in a mostly coordinated flop, and draws a smile from her other parent as he makes his way to the bed.

“Hi Dad,” She says to him.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Marc dips over to kiss her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“I'll bet. Better though?”

“Yeah,” She agrees. Devrim squeezes her hand, and she looks over his way when she returns the gesture. “Sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“I didn't mean to be sick.” She tries to shift, to sit up, but Devrim is there, pushing her back down gently.

“Nonsense,” Dev tells her, cheekbones slightly more pink than usual. “You couldn't have helped it. You are allowed to be sick,” He informs.

“But-”

“When you get home, you’ll have to rest on the couch, snuggling and watching movies with your Daddy. You gave him quite a scare, so I think he'll need extra cuddles for a bit,” Marc says with a secretive smile.

She nods, wiggling despite the grimace when she feels pain in her abdomen. When she's almost all the way over toward Marc, she tugs on Dev's hand. “Please,” She all but whispers.

Marc chuckles at the startled look on Dev's face. “Go on, cuddle our girl,” He encourages. “She needs her Daddy.”

The sniper nods, kicking off his shoes before carefully sitting on the bed beside her. It doesn't hit him that he's exhausted until his head hits the pillow beside her, their interlocked hands at her side. He struggles against heavy eyelids but falls asleep a bit too easily, leaving Suraya and Marc to each other’s company.

“He loves you very much,” Marc says, with a soft smile, gazing at his husband's face. “We both do. You know that, right?”

She nods, carefully lifting their interlocked hands so that his palm is on the non-aching side of her belly. “You're good daddies,” She tells Marc. “I didn't want to die. It hurt a lot.” Tears leak from her eyes, and Marc sighs.

“I know, baby, and that's why you had the operation. Everything is alright now.”

“Dev was really scared.”

“He was,” Marc agrees. “We both were. You were very sick. You're still a little sick now, but you're going to get better quick.”

“Can we go home?”

“Not yet. But we will. Together.”

-/

It isn't Suraya who has difficulties with recovery. It's Devrim. Marc finds him on the recliner in her room or with her on the couch most evenings after they get home. The two nights he attempts to sleep in their bed, he wakes up shouting from nightmares, and dashes to her room as if he's going to find her gone.

After a week of such behavior, Suraya walks Dev back to his bedroom, climbing up onto their bed and sliding under the covers. “Dad,” She whispers to a newly awake Marc. “I'm gonna sleep here tonight.” She doesn’t wait for an answer to settle in.

Marc hums and kisses her brow, whispering his thanks in her ear as the bed dips, and Devrim lays on the other side of them. A small hand strokes up and down the militiaman's cheeks and Marc watches as she does for Devrim what they've been doing for her when her nightmares feel like they're real. It makes his heart ache, but makes him proud in equal measure.

“It's okay,” Suraya's voice is low, but steadier than either of them can recall. “I'm here.”

Blue eyes open half-way. Marc feels a tug in his chest at how tired Dev is. He doubts Devrim's gotten any decent sleep since she got sick. “So you are,” Dev gruffs out, mostly in a mumble.

A few moments pass, and a very tiny whisper fills the space between Devrim's deep breaths. “We love you,” She says. “Dad and I love you, and it's gonna be okay.”

Marc hugs Suraya from behind, mindful of her wound, and she snuggles against him. “You make us proud to be your fathers,” He murmurs into her ear. She smiles, though none of them can see it, and closes her eyes.

All of them get a good night’s sleep.

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It will be feasible to go back to work when the stitches have actually been gotten rid of as well as the bruising and also swelling have actually settled, around weeks. The Surgeon will certainly see you in your space to get your final authorization and mark the face with a pen to prepare for your surgical treatment. If you have any kind of final inquiries it is necessary that you ask your Plastic surgeon currently. The Harley Medical Team are specialists in Plastic surgery procedures, learn why you need to select them. Nonetheless the complete result of a facelift may not show up for 6 to 9 months after the procedure.

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Facelift procedure.

Other automobiles might have been launched that established the requirement in terms of technology or effectiveness, so other automobile manufacturers may present renovations to catch up. Adjustments to the interior of a facelifted cars and truck are typically just as refined. Maybe some brand-new trim and also furniture options, and even a new air vent layout. Bigger modifications might be made to suit a significant upgrade in the on-board technology. A brand-new infotainment system with a larger display could require a significant revise of the entire control panel. When you're looking into for a new automobile you might come across a term something like 'this is the facelifted Volkswagen Golf' or 'the Mercedes E-Class has actually simply been offered a facelift'.

The tightening impact and final results appear progressively over six months as the body produces additional collagen. Both of these treatments can be done independently yet Dr Sebagh's facility integrates them for a dual whammy. Wonderfully there is no downtime at all-- I just looked a bit purged. St Joseph's Healthcare facility might call you with info concerning the solutions we provide.

Thankfully Mo suggested I try the non-invasive Radio-frequency therapy on offer at NewLife as an option.

This makes the HIFU facial a preferred option to surgery or various other procedures such as string lifts or infused toxins and also fillers.

HIFU Non-Surgical Facials are thebest as well as most efficient means of increasing collagen manufacturing that tends to slow down with age.

The therapy will naturally kick-start your body to gently boost the degrees of the collagen as well as elastin, aiding to lift as well as tighten your skin.

The advantages of the HIFU Non-Surgical Facelift include tighter, firmer skin and also a fresher, more vibrant look.

A HIFU facial has the ability to get to tissues that other anti-ageing treatments can't affect.

Most especially for me, after significant weight loss I was left with a large amount of loose skin on my tummy.

It's safe, effective as well as a terrific solution for lifting as well as tightening up the jowls, minimizing great lines around your eyes, nose and also mouth, tightening your skin around your jaw and also neckline as well as decreasing hooded, droopy eyelids.

The marionette line below the corner of the mouth is especially hard to remedy. Lots of individuals book it as a one-off treatment before a huge event, yet you need to reserve a training course for longer-lasting outcomes. You can likewise customize it to function details areas-- I wanted my brows to be lifted and also was pleased with a visible outcome after just one session. Instantly after that there will certainly be small soreness or small red squares which lasts a couple of hrs. Lots of people say skin is extra radiant and also polished-looking after numerous days.

And also have a look at the evaluations area of the internet site and our YouTube network for professional point of views and also analysis of the latest cars and trucks. Yet bear in mind that the arrival of a facelift indicates that supplies of the old variation need to be removed before it gets here in showrooms. So, if you do not mind acquiring the old variation, it's generally feasible to get a large discount rate on the list price, or an appealing monthly settlement deal.

What exercises will loosen down there?

Lie on your back with your knees bent and place one foot on the opposite knee. Lift the bottom leg and take hold of it around the thigh with your hands. Draw your bottom leg in towards your chest to stretch your outer hip muscles. Hold for 30 seconds while practicing your abdominal breathing from earlier.

Why Do results depend Upon the Amount Of treatments I Have?

The procedure can be expensive, the results can not be guaranteed, as well as there are risks. Non-surgical facelifts are on the rise, particularly ones that utilize ultrasound. A mini facelift can cost anything from ₤ 1,500- ₤ 4,000 below in Blighty, and the exact same goes with expenses abroad. Additionally, dermal fillers as well as hylaronic acid are injected to complete the skin and also provide it a plump appearance, and also skin rejuvenation injections are also applied. Mini renovations are less intrusive than the full on surgical facelift, and leaves very little scarring.

What is the difference between FemiLift and ThermiVa?

Differences Between the FemiLift and ThermiVA Treatments The FemiLift utilizes a fractional CO2 laser. The FemiLift treats internally in 360°, applying laser technology to your internal tissues. ThermiVA treatments utilize radio frequency waves on both your internal and external vaginal tissues.

Death As with all surgical procedure, it is feasible to die as a result of the procedure. Swelling, bruising as well as pain There will certainly be some swelling as well as wounding of the face after the operation, and this can take weeks to clear up. Infection If you obtain an infection of the wound you might need prescription antibiotics or one more operation. If you are intending to have your hair permed, bleached or coloured, do this prior to your procedure as fresh marks are sensitive to these chemicals for a few weeks.

The Mitsubishi ASX, as an example, has actually been around given that 2010 and also is now on its fourth facelift. Vehicle makers from the remainder of the globe have a tendency not to facelift their cars and trucks so routinely. Automobiles marketed in the UK tend to receive a facelift regarding midway through their lifecycle, normally 3 or four years after it was initially released, as when it comes to the Lexus NX, listed below. Other American automobile suppliers did the same as well as, by the 1950s, most were applying yearly changes-- renovations-- to their versions, a routine that still exists today. That's why an American automobile's age is generally specified by its 'model year', instead its day of manufacture or registration, as in the UK. It was possibly Ford that created the principle of the facelift back when the Version T remained in production. Throughout its 19-year run, the Version T obtained a near-constant stream of updates such that a last-off-the-line example was a very different auto to the 1908 original.

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All physicians must, as a minimum, be signed up with theGeneral Medical Council. Examine the register to see the doctor's physical fitness to practise history. If you're searching in England, check theCare High quality Compensation internet site for therapy centres that can do renovations. You need to additionally take into consideration the price of any type of assessments or follow-up care that may be needed. In the UK, the price of a facelift can vary significantly from facility to clinic and depending upon the degree of the procedure. If you're thinking about going ahead, be absolutely certain concerning your reasons for desiring a facelift and do not rush right into it.

Your specialist will prescribe pain relieving medication to take care of any discomfort experienced. Workout, straining as well as carrying hefty tons are to be stayed clear of until recommended by your doctor. We also suggest avoiding smoking to assist the recovery procedure. The much deeper layers of the face are rearranged and also, relying on the type of procedure, muscle mass tightening as well as lipo might be executed. Your doctor will generally make cuts behind as well as before the ears to reduce as well as hide scarring. Patients having a full facelift will certainly typically call for a basic anaesthetic, whilst other forms of facelift may require only a local anaesthetic and also potentially sedation.

People have the alternative to spread out the cost of treatment with Chrysalis Finance. The London Facility provides economical, competitive self-pay plans for sure therapies. The sutures to hold the skin in position are positioned at the hairline and also in the crease in front of the ear to ensure that scarring is kept to a minimum.

A facelift is generally executed under general anaesthetic as well as generally takes a couple of hours. The surgical technique will certainly depend on what location is being raised. The highest possible requirements of clinical treatment in advanced facilities, with Consultant-led therapy, spotlessly tidy spaces, and also a team of specialized and knowledgeable registered nurses. You will not be able to drive for a number of days after the procedure-- your surgeon would advise regarding this. It might take up to 6 to 9 months to see the full impact of the facelift. Also, research study the specialist who is going to execute the facelift.

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Is FemiLift effective?

For many women the results of Femilift treatment can be life changing. Bianca, one of our patients at Health & Aesthetics, said that the results of the treatment mean her life-long debilitating urinary incontinence problem has been 85-90% cured.

Your face may be a little bruised as well as inflamed after your surgical procedure. However, after 1-2 days you will be able to cover it up with a little comprise. When resting during the night or relaxing throughout the day you should recline with the head over the body to reduce any swelling. It is very important not to flex over or do anything exhausting for 2 weeks at the very least, otherwise, post-operative bleeding might result. You may have some light discomfort but this can be taken care of by taking a moderate analgesic such as paracetamol. These consist of great creases on the lips as well as the 'crow's feet' beside the eyes. The layer from the nose to the corner of the mouth is enhanced yet will not be gone entirely.

Does insurance pay for labiaplasty?

Insurance guidelines Unfortunately, in most cases insurance will not cover or approve labiaplasty surgery. Insurance companies look at a procedure and determine if it is “medically necessary”. They do this in a couple of different ways. One way is to define surgery as reconstructive or cosmetic.

If you are obese, or planning to conceive, your cosmetic surgeon might recommend postponing your operation. We understand financing availability can occasionally be a barrier to undertaking a Plastic surgery procedure, with convenient repayments, we can provide a possible solution to suits your needs. Cryopen have a range of money options readily available to assist you pay for your treatment, ask at your Free assessment and your counsellor will enjoy to take you through these. It is essential that your decision to have a Plastic surgery procedure is thought about thoroughly. There are several points that ought to be taken into consideration before choosing to have any type of type of Aesthetic Therapy or Surgical Procedure. It is extremely crucial that you go to the consultations, which have been made for you to look after your wound and see your Cosmetic Surgeon.

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Laparoscopic cystectomy of ovarian cyst: day 2 post op

It doesn't hurt/ burn as much whilst peeing anymore. I reckon I will be back to peeing as per normal by tomorrow.

I continue to get up and walk around every 1-2 hours. All the farting and walking really helps with the gas. I don't have the typical shoulder pains from the carbon dioxide gas, but I have some soreness under my lower right ribcage. Maybe some gas is stuck there. My ovarian cyst was on the right side after all. The walking around also helps prevent blood clots/ DVT in overweight patients. If you have no energy to walk about, just flex your feet up and down, or rotate them. Maybe do 8-10 reps and 2-3 sets each leg every once in awhile. Get the blood moving.

The food here is so bland. I haven't much appetite so I still don't finish my food. Breakfast was 2 plain white bread slices (which I didn't eat), 2 soft boiled eggs, and 1 cup of hot milo (did not finish either). Had an avocado on 2 wholemeal bread slices courtesy of a visiting friend. Also had the dissolvable vitamin c tablet in a cup of water. Vit C is important for recovery!

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When I was discharged from MAH, the hospital portion for use of surgery theatre, meds, and bedstay (2 nights) was about S$5K. Anaesthesiologist was $2K, and my doctor/ surgeon was $10K. This was for a laparoscopic cystectomy on my right ovary wall and right ovarian tube, excision of endometriotic implants and adhesiolysis (removal of adhesions). Hopefully my insurance will cover it. Singapore insurance has so many levels so not sure just how much will be covered. Was given an interim bill, and insurance will inform in 2-4weeks how much would be reimbursed.

Discharge was at 11am. Felt a bit like a hotel check out. Everyone's in the lobby at 11am waiting to settle their bills lol

My brother and mother accompanied me at checkout and we all went out for lunch after. I was fine in the hospital but walking a few metres to our lunch destination made me nauseous. We ended up at popeye's (because I wanted the biscuit lol I know fast food after surgery? Wot? The tummy wants what it wants). I ate a biscuit and one chicken tender. Then I had a craving for bubble tea. I just ended up getting normal earl grey tea with no sugar, lemon slices, and aiyu jelly. I craved a lot of strange things post-surgery which I normally don't crave at all. Not really sure what this means but it would be good if you pre-prepared post surgery food at home so you won't have to leave the house or bother with cooking.

Climbing stairs was not an issue. Probs because I was on pain meds so it was unlikely i would feel any pain/ discomfort. Just have to move slowly as walking too fast jostles the abdomen (perhaps more so because I'm fat/flabby so there's more jiggle?).

Was pretty tired so went to bed early.