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[sumuraj]

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[hsrsurgical]

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[omkarmeds]

Everything You Must Know About Colistin injection

Rheumatoid arthritis, abbreviated as RA, is a type of autoimmune disease that leads to inflammation and stiffness of the joints. If neglected, it results in deformity of the joint, pain and loss of functional ability. Adalimumab is a TNF inhibitor brand-named Humira, specifically used in patients with moderate to severe rheumatoid arthritis when other drugs have provided inadequate relief. TNF and inflammation How the drug works The drug belongs to a general class of drugs referred to as biological agents or biologics, and it works by preventing the action of a protein referred to as TNF, which provokes inflammation.

Are you looking for Adalimumab injection? Adalimumab is a self-administered drug that is given through subcutaneous injections and the dosage administered is usually once in one or two weeks. In their case, it usually takes several weeks to observe the RA symptoms start improving. Some of them include reactions at the site of injection, increasing susceptibility to infections, and, in a very limited number of patients, some nervous disorders and specific types of cancer. Nevertheless, research has shown that adalimumab can effectively treat RA by inducing remission and preventing further joint deterioration if administered according to the prescription of a healthcare provider.

Regarding antibiotics, the world is facing one of the major health risks in the form of resistance. Most of the ordinary bacteria have developed a resistance to more than one type of antibiotics, as such, infections have become more difficult to handle. Among all the resistant bacterium, one is Acinetobacter baumannii, which leads to pneumonia, bloodstream infection, and surgical site infection in healthcare associated settings.

Acinetobacter is one of the most problematic highly resistant bacteria which has few treatment options, and colistin is one of the older antibiotics that are now considered as the last resort. It is given through an injection and is more toxic than the current antibiotics on the market and has been known to cause effects such as kidney damage and neuropathy. However, some studies have reported that intravenous Colistin injection can serve as the last resort for treating extremely antibiotic-resistant organisms.

The implications of safety and efficacy, the need to adhere to antibiotic stewardship, and the fact that antibiotics are developed at a slow pace also poses challenges to clinicians. This is true despite the fact that medications such as adalimumab, a biological agent, have significantly transformed the management of autoimmune diseases if appropriately applied.

[sakshikaribykriti]

Floor bedding might conjure up images of dorm rooms or minimalist studios, but it's a design trend gaining traction for its versatility, comfort, and unique aesthetic. A floor mattress for the home can be surprisingly transformative, adding a touch of bohemian flair, maximizing space, and even creating a cosy reading nook. Here are 5 ways floor bedding can revolutionize your living space:

[aerocomcushions]

The Role of Hospital Mattress in Patient Comfort and Recovery

In the realm of healthcare, every detail matters, and the humble hospital mattress is no exception. Often overlooked, these specialized mattresses play a crucial role in ensuring patient comfort and facilitating a swifter path to recovery. Let's delve into the significant role that hospital mattresses play in enhancing the overall patient experience.

Comfort as a Healing Aid:

Hospital stays can be challenging, and comfort becomes a healing aid in itself. The right hospital mattress goes beyond providing a soft surface; it actively contributes to the patient's well-being by minimizing pressure points, reducing discomfort, and offering support tailored to medical needs. A comfortable patient is better positioned for a speedier recovery.

Pressure Ulcer Prevention:

One of the primary concerns in healthcare is the prevention of pressure ulcers, especially for patients with limited mobility. Hospital mattresses, equipped with pressure redistribution technology, are designed to alleviate stress on vulnerable areas, significantly lowering the risk of pressure ulcers. Investing in quality hospital mattresses becomes an investment in long-term patient health.

Support for Various Medical Conditions:

Different medical conditions require different levels of support. Hospital mattresses are crafted with this in mind, offering options such as memory foam, air-filled chambers, or hybrid designs to cater to specific medical needs. Whether a patient is recovering from surgery, managing chronic pain, or dealing with orthopedic issues, a customized mattress can make a world of difference.

Infection Control and Hygiene:

Hospital-acquired infections are a serious concern in healthcare settings. Modern hospital mattresses are designed with infection control features, incorporating materials that are antimicrobial, easy to clean, and resistant to bacteria. This not only ensures patient safety but also contributes to the overall cleanliness of the healthcare environment.

Improved Sleep Quality:

Quality sleep is vital for recovery, yet hospital environments can be disruptive. Specialized hospital mattresses address this challenge by dampening noise, minimizing motion transfer, and providing a sleep surface that encourages a restful night's sleep. Improved sleep quality contributes significantly to a patient's ability to cope with medical treatments and procedures.

Choosing the Right Hospital Mattress:

Selecting the right hospital mattress is a decision that impacts both patient comfort and healthcare outcomes. Reputable manufacturers, like Aerocom Mattress prioritize the development of hospital mattresses that align with the latest advancements in medical technology, ensuring patients receive the care they deserve.

[agayconcept]

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[furniturestoresblog]

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[theboxfort]

Object OCs inspired by Thai culture!

Explanation for each of them below!

From left to right, top to bottom, we'll start with Phuang Malai, also known as Malai! These are floral garland often given to people as a show of respect, gratitude, luck, importance, etc etc, but they can also be used as decorations

They can come in many different shapes and sizes, all for different purposes! Some are worn on the neck, some on the wrist, others are not worn at all. Traditionally, they're made with fresh flower, but nowadays, you can find ones made of plastic flowers or any other material

Next, Triangle Pillow, also known as Thai pillows, are very firm and. Y'know. Triangular pillows. They can come alone as just a pillow, or as a foldable pillow + mattress combo!

These can be used in many ways, as a head cushion, as a seat, or as a bed if it's long enough. It is said to help a lot with relieving back pain. I believe it originated from Northern Thailand? I mean the patterns and some of my research seems to say so

Next, the Chula Kite! Not much to say here aside from that fact that it's one of the many kite shapes we have here

Fun fact: Chula is also seen in the Thai alphabet! (All Thai consonants are associated with a specific word)

Pla Tapien, literally means "barb (the fish)" because it's based on one. These are traditionally made via woven palm leaves, but modern ones can be made using paper or some other material as well

Next, we have Fire Pots! Admittedly, these are more of a Chinese thing than a Thai thing, but we were HEAVILY influenced by Chinese culture (and Indian culture). These pots have a hole at the bottom for putting a candle in, which is used to keep the food heated for longer periods of time

And finally, Lotus Pot!

Originally, I wanted to use the traditional dragon jar (shown below), since it's the symbol of Ratchaburi (my dad's hometown), but the design got too busy, so I settled with a more generic pattern

Fun fact: This thing was the very reason I started this whole thing

[byullielle]

Kiss It Better // Kim Seungmin x Gn!Reader

Kiss it Better, Rihanna Y/N injures themselves and despite Seungmin's snide and teasing comments about their carelessness, he takes care of them, aiding their swift and fast recovery.

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Physical Hurt/Comfort, Physical Injuries, Est. Relationship, Short and Sweet

a/n: this is me projecting because i got injured and now my leg is out of commission (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) i wanted this to be a chan fic but i figured why not show our dandy boy some love today.

A slight groan escapes your lips as Seungmin unknowingly presses on a sore spot, making you frown down at him while he pressed ice on your ankle. "Clumsy," he shakes his head with a smile on his face, clearly teasing you, "Y'see if you just waited for me,"

"I thought I could do it by myself!" you whine, head falling back against the leather of the couch, helpless to your situation as the throbbing pain on your leg leaves you unable to move, trusting Seungmin to properly wrap it up in order to not mindlessly injure it further.

"Well. Now that we're here, you are going to rest in bed until the pain subsides and completely disappears," he gently places a kiss on the bandaged area while you still keep the pout on your face. "Bu–But it's chore day today," you reason out, "Plus it isn't that bad! It only hurts a little,"

"Not gonna make it worse, now listen to me properly and behave, stay in bed and I'll do the chores," he holds his ground before pinching your nose, a sharp cry pulled from you. "And don't look so sad, I promise it's alright," he sighs before scooping you up into his arms, making you shriek and clamor for stabilization using his shoulders.

"Seungmin!"

"Hey!" he looks at you, a bit offended at the doubt in your voice while whisking you away into the bedroom, "You're welcome? I'm not as big as Changbin hyung but I can carry this much," he pouts before gently setting you down the mattress, making sure that your injury isn't pressing up against the wrong direction. "I- I'm still heavy," you sigh and lean back against the pillow while he fixes them up so that your spine wouldn't suffer through most of it.

"No you aren't," he disagrees before taking the foldable table tucked by the corner of your desk, placing it between your legs, and then placing your laptop on it, like a parent giving a toddler something to distract themselves with. He quietly works to get another pillow from the closet, gently lifting your injured leg up and placing it under.

"Ddaengie," you beckon towards him as he hums and sits beside you. You gently cradle his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips before smiling, "Thank you. But seriously I'm not bedridden,"

"That's going to hurt more," he sighs and presses a kiss on your forehead before standing up, "Just trust me and rest, please,"

You shrug and sigh, finally conceding as you grumble a small and reluctant 'fine'. He hums in contentment before leaving the room, "Text me if you need anything!"

"Will do!"

After a solid two hours of working on and watching stuff on your laptop, you manage to maneuver the table to the side before snuggling in the sheets. It made you sleepy and while Netflix ran, you dozed off on your show.

Seungmin calls you multiple times but the moment he enters the room, he chuckles fondly before quietly entering the room. Crawling into bed with you, he places your head on his lap and simply run his hands through your scalp in the gentlest and most soothing manner he could muster.

He adores the crease between your brows and little hums as you nap but he has to wake you up for lunch. Staring at you wouldn't get food in your stomach after all. He runs his finger through your nose, making it stay there as you scrunch it up before cracking your eyes open. Instead of the warmth your boyfriend gives you, you immediately feel pain shoot out from your leg. You yelp a bit and shoot up, nearly slamming foreheads against Seungmin before your clutch your leg, folding it seemingly such an impossible task. "Son of a bitch!" you curse before he quickly gets up and takes the muscle relaxant on standby by the nightstand before handing it to you. "See," he quietly says, "Drink that first, I'll just go get you lunch,"

You grunt non-committally, twisting the cap of the water bottle off before swallowing the pill down and washing it off with water. He comes back a minute later, food tray in his hand before you help remove the laptop from the small table, setting the food down on it as he hands you chopsticks and a spoon.

It was simple. A bowl of rice, yangnyeom chicken, and a smaller bowl of kimchijiggae. Usually, you did the cooking but your heart swells with love upon seeing the simple yet meaningful lunch your busy boyfriend has made you. "Thank you,"

"I ate ahead of you already," he informs, moving down to the foot of the bed before hoisting the aching leg up his lap. "Tell me immediately if it hurts," he informs before pressing his fingers against your calf, far from the injured heel and ankle. The pressure was nice, not too strong nor light and it definitely did alleviate the pain that was bothering you upon waking up.

You start eating, taking the bowl of rice and scooping chopsticks full before taking a piece of boneless chicken. You slurp on the stew carefully, spices lingering deliciously on your tongue. He simply massages your legs throughout the entire duration of your meal, comfortable silence enveloping you both like a weighted blanket on a winter's day.

After your lunch, you neatly set your utensils aside before announcing you were done. Seungmin kisses your knee before taking the tray, "Wanna sleep more my love?" he asks, running a hand on your head comfortingly, strands of your hair sliding between his fingers. "I'll see, if I start feeling sleepy again," you mumble, closing your eyes against his minstrations. He chuckles and presses another kiss on your forehead.

"Really, thank you so much," you sincerely look up at him, a fond smile immediately playing on his lips, "Anything for you," he presses a kiss on your nose before you pout, "Why not on my lips?"

"And taste kimchi breath? Pass,"

You jokingly smack the side of his arm with a scandalized gasp, "We had the same lunch!"

[bdslab]

Ok at first I thought Bizu was sleeping in a cupboard but then I realized I’m pretty sure I HAVE seen beds like this in old houses where there’s like an indent in the wall for just the mattress and that’s it but I can’t find it on google anywhere

I think it was in a lighthouse maybe? Or a farm? It was in one of those “preserved as it was” houses but if I google “old bed in wall” it just gives me those foldable beds I’m actually surprised I have a photo of this, I thought to myself “yknow Im pretty sure it was in a building where it was also sort of a work place and if it was a windmill I’d have a picture” and guess what, it was in the windmill

It’s literally this exact thing except brown, look it’s even got the drawers. So those aren’t fancy bulky panels on the side of the bed it’s a door Hold on I wonder if I can find any panels where this is in the background with the doors shut. Probably not but it’d be cool if I did You see it a few more times as he’s waking up/going to bed in l’integrale 1 but never closed. Anyway it looks like he gets a new one by the 3rd one haha. Also IT SHUTS (with a swinging door not a sliding one)

It gets shut a few times by other ppl but it never seems to be shut in the background of a panel if it wasn’t just shut by someone else. I guess bizu just leaves it open? Also while skimming the third one there’s some like… serious “mess with faeries and get fucked” stuff

Hey so i looked up about these beds and maybe some of you already knew this but apparently it’s a traditional Breton bed. It seemed a little old fashioned to me but Fournier kinda went ham on the “bizu is from Brittany” thing and I think that’s super cool

[coldresolve]

Moneymakers, pt.li // Risk

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Conrad jolts awake when the door he’s propped up against pops open, sliding away from him. He leans sideways until the cuffs grate harshly against bruises, letting out a groan. Left and right are hard to differentiate as Davin crouches down next to him, looking uncharacteristically exhausted.

“Shit took a turn, hm? Sorry to keep you waiting.”

As if Conrad has a clue how long it’s been. He finds it hard not to grimace when Davin brings the knife to his hands, even if he knows it’s just to cut the zip ties. His voice is still distant, rough. “Is he…?”

“Renee?”

Conrad nods.

Davin shrugs a shoulder. “He’s still got most of his organs. Decent start, all things considered.”

Once the ties are cut, he unlocks the cuffs, one after the other. Pocketing steel as he turns Conrad’s hands over to gauge the abrasions in his skin. Whatever heat remained in the car is quick to seep out, making the air icy. Davin ushers him forward, and he follows along with sluggish, unsteady movements, finds himself already exhausted by the time he swings his legs out the door.

“Do you think you can walk? We’re not in a rush this time.”

Conrad shakes his head, blinking hazily at the concrete floor.

Maybe it’s obvious, because Davin pauses to look at him, then touches his cheek and forehead with a hand that feels painfully cold. A line appears by his nose when he shakes his head. “It just keeps getting better.”

The garage is foreign, but it connects to a narrow hallway he vaguely recognizes. It’s a colorful home, almost cozy if you disregard the strong smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. Pain is constant in Davin’s arms, something Conrad has to bite to avoid making noises about – the arm pressing into the bruises on his back makes it hard to breathe, or think.

He doesn’t get more than a glimpse of the first room, but it imprints itself in his mind. All spent tissues, thin metal tools discarded, clear tubes hanging disconnected from IV stands. There’s blood on the floor. A lot of it, or maybe it just looks like that because shoeprints have smeared it around. It looks like something horrific happened, but Davin doesn’t even pause. Instead he silently pushes the second door open with his back

Conrad’s eyes are drawn by memory to the wallpapers first, thin vertical stripes of red, white and yellow. A bed lines either side of the room: one he remembers lying in, while the other isn’t more than a mattress on a foldable frame, a couple feet closer to the ground than the other.

Renee is lying on his back, unconscious and naked apart from a cloth that covers his crotch. Part of his face is obscured by blue plastic connecting the hose of a machine to a thick tube that disappears between his teeth. An IV in his left hand and the crook of the elbow, sticky pads on his chest, an armband of gray nylon, and a clamp on his finger all connect wires to different devices held by . A set of clear tubes have been sewn into the skin of his stomach, draining blood into two bottles at his side. Apart from bruising, old and new, those are the only visible injuries on his abdomen; the rest is covered with white gauze, folded and taped down on an area that covers far more than the wound Conrad saw in the car.

A man stands leaning over one of Renee’s hands, dark fingers carefully running over one side of his palm, feeling out the bones underneath. His profile is vaguely familiar, as is the diligence in the way he moves. He doesn’t look up when Davin carries Conrad to the opposite bed, just nods in the direction of one of the displays. “Already fighting the vent, though I don’t reckon he’ll be back until tonight.”

Davin sighs. “Late shift, hm?”

“Should’ve timed it better,” the man chuckles.

The mattress is thin enough that Conrad feels the springs underneath. The smell of detergent blooms from the covers. As he gets settled, body aching, he draws his legs up, wrapping his hands around his ankles.

His focus is drawn to Renee compulsively, deadlocked.

The mechanical, even rise and fall of his chest, the stillness of his face, not just unnatural for him, but unnatural, period. His hand isn’t clenched or shaking, but is instead limply steered by the man lining up a fracture. No sign of pain even at that. No grin, no sneer, no frown. Just closed eyes and pale, scratched skin. Someone must’ve cleaned him up, but missed a spot behind his ear, a patch of either dirt or dried blood about the size of a quarter.

It doesn’t feel fair to picture him as a ticking bomb threatening to explode the moment he goes back to normal, even if Conrad can’t shake that feeling. Renee doesn’t look like a torturer right now. He just looks injured, and it messes with Conrad’s head, like a tapestry flipped to expose the knots that allow it to be.

Davin taps his shoulder with a glass of water. His other hand is cupped, obscuring its contents.

“Wh…?”

“Painkillers,” Davin says. “If you want them, anyway.”

Conrad is still for a moment before he reaches out, letting Davin pour the pills into his cupped hand. He tilts them all into his mouth in one go, taking the glass as the film begins to dissolve. He drinks all of it, although it doesn’t fully wash away the bitter taste.

The dark-skinned man has turned to watch him. He hesitates before offering a careful smile. “Do you remember me?”

Conrad moves his tongue in his mouth, eyes faltering to the ground. “I don’t remember your name.”

“That’s alright. I’m Shaun.”

He shifts. Different thoughts float around his head, things he might’ve said if he weren’t too fatigued to make an attempt at confrontation. Instead he murmurs out a half-hearted, “Okay,” and leaves it at that.

Shaun doesn’t ask his name in return. He doesn’t say anything, in fact, just nods and eventually returns to strapping two of Renee’s fingers to a splint. 

The silence resettles. Davin sinks into a chair by the wall, sitting for a long time with his elbows on his knees as if thinking, before he leans back, head against the wall, closing his eyes. Quietly, Shaun works on lesser injuries, a couple lacerations here and there too deep to leave alone.

And Conrad watches that perfectly even rate of each inhale and exhale, listens to the rhythmic hiss of the machine pushing air into paralyzed lungs.

It has occurred to him that Renee might’ve been broken long before that first night, but being presented with it this brazenly following another night of terror at his hands is nauseating in a way he can’t fully put words to. It’s cosmic. It expands beyond everything that has happened between the two of them, touches at some universal fact Conrad isn’t entirely sure he has the stomach to grapple with. That maybe the only thing separating their suffering is the degree of complicity.

Maybe the only real question is how far back one could trace Renee’s self-destruction, how many lies he might conceivably have told himself before the cracks began to form.

Closed eyes, mechanical breathing.

In the beginning, Renee would order him to beg – only to lash out in anger whenever he finally did.

Conrad feels faint.

He’s been so wrapped up in the spiral of thoughts that he hasn’t noticed a third person entering the room. A woman has walked past Davin to a low side table near the foot of Renee’s bed. Her back is turned as she filters through a basket of different vials in search of something specific, tight curls wrapped in a low ponytail, a beige cardigan swaying when she moves.

Something happens when she turns around, and Conrad’s only warning is the subtly sharp look Davin has levelled at her. She lets out a small gasp when her gaze locks with Conrad’s.

“Oh, dear,” she breathes.

From Renee’s side, Shaun reaches out as if to stop her, but she has already crossed the room, crouching down in front of Conrad. He catches the silent grimace on Shaun’s face when he closes his hand around empty air.

“I didn’t know we had someone else coming in,” the woman murmurs. Conrad stiffens when she brushes a curl from his forehead, taking in the injuries to his face. “You poor thing, you look so sad. What h—”

When she takes his hand, he instinctively reels back a little, and it makes her look. He follows her gaze to nail beds that have calloused in the absence, and the scar on the back of his hand that dips in. Half hidden by his sleeve are the abrasions on his wrists, scabs formed across the thin skin. Weeks of metal wearing it down.

“Imani,” Shaun says gently.

Conrad mirrors the woman’s wide eyes, the same uncertainty. She looks up, and this time, she tilts his head to get a better look at the side of his face that isn’t bruised and swollen. Lips parted, she takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself. “Shaun, this is the boy they’ve been talking about.”

Picking dirt from his nails, Davin glances up without raising his head. “Who?”

Imani braces a hand on the mattress to look over her shoulder. “How is he here?” she asks. “Why in the world would he be with you?”

Davin narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

“Are you toying with me?” She lets out an incredulous breath. With a light squeeze to Conrad’s hand, she gets to her feet to face Davin, crossing her arms. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He snorts. “What happened to client discretion, hm?”

“You’re more than a client and you know it,” she says, voice low, but there’s a hint of frustration in it now.

Maybe Conrad is reading too much into it, but she stands between him and Davin with her feet apart, like a barrier, a shield, and it makes his throat tighten.

“Don’t you dare act like I’m being unreasonable, Kit. Answer my question.”

“Imani,” Shaun says again.

“No, look at him!” she hisses. “Look at him, Shaun, look at his hands. Don’t tell me you can’t see what that is.”

Through a vision rapidly blurring, Conrad can discern the accusatory note not just in her voice, but in the way she gestures – pointing, feet apart, chin up.

“Was he here the last time? Did you know?”

Shaun winces. “Imani, we can’t.”

Shaking her head, Imani rubs her shoulder. She nods at Renee’s bed. “Is he involved in it, too?”

As the first trace of wetness rolls down Conrad’s face, he shudders. He can barely breathe, let alone squeeze words out without his voice breaking. It’s barely audible, even to himself. “H-he—”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Davin speaks up evenly, catching Imani’s gaze as her attention snaps back to him.

“That I’m not just a client, I mean. If that’s the case, all I can ask is for you to trust me to the same extent I trusted you and your husband by coming here. Twice, in his case. You share some risk simply by us being here, and I’m sorry to have put you in this situation, but my partner was dying, and I had nowhere else to go.” His eyes drift toward Conrad, as if by chance, before his focus returns to Imani and his tone drops. “This is just not the sort of thing you want to insert yourself into.”

As Conrad grits his teeth to suppress a whine, Imani shakes her head again, slower this time. “Are you behind this? Did you…?”

“I’m not going to answer your questions, Imani.”

Shaun clears his throat, carefully putting his hand on her shoulder. “Maybe it’s a good idea if you and I talked in private,” he mutters low.

She takes a deep breath, still looking at Davin. “I can’t just leave him with you if I don’t know...”

“I understand your concern,” Davin says. “I do, trust me. If it’s any consolation, his torturer is currently incapacitated.”

Imani’s shoulders drop. She looks at Renee’s bed again. Hesitates, perhaps having the same trouble visualizing his unconscious body as anything but wounded, in the same way Conrad just did.

He’s struggling to stay present again, fighting the draw of feeling nothing. The room slips in and out of focus.

“C’mon, honey, he’s upset. We’ll talk, alright?”

As Shaun gently guides his wife toward the door, the word wait tries to push its way past Conrad’s throat, but all that comes out is a low huff. He uncoils himself, leaning toward them, hands clawing at the bedsheets.

Imani says something, but he doesn’t hear it.

“Please, wait—”

The door is already closing when he finally manages to breathe the words out, and the only person who hears it is Davin.

Despite his captor’s lack of expression, when their eyes meet across the room, the meaning is clear.

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[hsrsurgical]

Hospital Bed for Sale in Bangalore is Now Helping Hospital to Get High End Medical Beds!

A hospital is a place where people mainly go to receive medical care. Hospitals provide a variety of services to help sick or injured individuals. They have doctors, nurses and they also have other healthcare professionals who work together to take care of patients. A hospital bed is a special type of bed that is designed for patients in hospitals or homes. These beds are different from regular beds because they provide comfort and they also provide safety for people who are sick or recovering from surgery. A hospital bed is a bed that can be adjusted to different positions too. It is mainly used in hospitals, for home care and nursing homes also.

This announcement online can be very helpful

Hospital bed for sale in Bangalore is announced to help patients with different means! Such bed helps patients get in and out of bed easily and to provide support for their medical needs. The bed can be easily raised or lowered to help patients get in and out of it properly. This also makes it easier for caregivers to provide care too. The head and foot of the bed can be raised or lowered also. This helps the patients to find comfortable positions for sleeping, watching TV and eating too. Many hospital beds have wheels that make it easy to move them around. This is useful for cleaning or moving patients to different areas.

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Allows patients to sit and read conveniently

A bed back rest recliner is a special piece of furniture that mainly helps people to sit up comfortably in bed. It is made to support the back and neck while allowing the user to relax or read. It is a supportive cushion or frame that you can place on your bed. And it allows you to sit up comfortably which can be helpful for various activities. The recliner provides a comfortable way to sit up in bed and allowing you to relax properly without straining your back or neck.

[frikatilhi]

JO as a big group of friends probably are used to sleep-overs. So at Bojan's&Kris' apartment there are emergency foldable beds and inflatable mattresses and a whole system how to host unexpected group of guests. I don't think it's beyond Bojan to "accidentally" get rid of all those extra beds just to ensure Jere has to share a bed with him xD And Kris would probably just casually drop something like "yeah idk man you could have slept really well here in the living room but Bojan decided to sell our couch yesterday 🤷"

This reminds me of a tumblr post that I naturally can't find right now (but I did find a screencap of it from Reddit!) of this exact situation, where Fake There Was Only One Bed actually worked for someone!

Kris has also read it and is rolling his eyes, especially since he knows how totally unnecessary it all is, and naturally can't resist dropping scathy comments about it all day.

Luckily, Jere doesn't see to hear or understand, just goes merrily along with everything.

(He hears and understands perfectly well, Bojan isn't exactly subtle even without Kris meddling, he just doesn't want to risk getting in Bojan's bed by teasing him and calling him out)

Also what you said about sleepovers now makes me think back fondly on the discussion about JO's sleeping arrangements in London, with flowcharts and helpful artistic renderings. London era was fun, guys

[lesmisscraper]

The House of Rue Plumet, The House with a Secret

Analyis Part 4.

Continued from Part 3. FInally its for the Attic and the House of Valjean.

1. Attic

No special mention about the attic in the Brick and neither other adaptations. But in ICDC described it had windows on the front so the entire structure under the roof would be the attic in this adaptation.

2. Valjean's House

Jean Valjean inhabited the sort of porter's lodge which was situated at the end of the back courtyard, with a mattress on a folding-bed, a white wood table, two straw chairs, an earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise in one corner, and never any fire. He dined with Cosette, and he had a loaf of black bread on the table for his own use.

The other house behind of the pavilion, consisted with two rooms and a cellar as mentioned before. It was the house used by Jean Valjean after moving to Rue Plumet.

Only Valjean's room had a description and other room and cellar do not have one and appear on adaptation. Unlikely to his daughter, Valjean used as a foldable bed like below images.

And he had chairs made of straw and wooden table, probably that do not luxury and just in simple styles.

Finally, he had the water jug, and book shelves in his room.(And, of course with that trunk from the convent and the candlesticks.)

This is the end of the Rue Plumet analysis. Thank you for reading!

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Billy’s apartment season 1 vs 3

Season 1 studio:

Notes: Walls bare AF. Folding chair + folding table = dining area. Small kitchen. Ratty old armchair. Looks like a shower-only tub. Bed is a mattress on the floor in the middle of living space :/ No sign of where clothing is stored (aside from “nightstand”). Plenty of sunlight and decent square footage for NYC, though!

Season 3 1BR(probably) apartment upgrade:

Notes: I don’t think a single piece of furniture was retained (makes sense if his place got destroyed in S1). Kitchen still part of living room, but bedroom now separate. Large windows again, this time with a balcony and glass door to it (and curtains!). Nice backsplash over the sink and more counterspace. Fireplace, presumably non-functioning. Cheapass looking wooden chairs and table but at least not foldable. Walls still bare AF. Since we never see him sleeping in bed this season (couch only) can only guess at whether he’s still on a mattress on the floor, with his clothing draped over a nightstand. Unknown bathtub size.