#medical/medicals

[pronounsrus]

Could we possibly get some medicalcore themed pronouns?

Yeah! we'll do our best!

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Aid/Aid/aids/Aid's/Aidself

Band/Aid/Bandaids/Bandaid's/Bandaidself

Band/Bandage/Bandages/Bandage's/Bandageself

Blood/Blood/Bloods/Blood's/Bloodself

Check/Up/Check ups/Check up's/Check upself

Crutch/Crutch/Crutches/Crutch's/Crutchself

Doc/Doctor/Doctors/Doctor's/Doctorself

Defib/Defibrillator/Defibrillators/Defibrillator's/Defibrillatorself

E/R/Ers/Er's/Erself

Emergency/Room/Emergencies/Emergency room's/Emergency roomself/Emergencyself/Roomself

First/Aid/First aids/First aid's/First aidself

Heal/Heal/Heals/Heal's/Healself

Heal/Health/Healths/Health's/Healthself

Hospi/Hospital/Hospitals/Hospital's/Hospitalself

Heart/Monitor/Heart monitors/Heart monitor's/Heart monitorself/Heartself/Monitorself

Ill/Ill/Ills/Ill's/Illself

IV/Bag/IV bags/IV bag's/Iv bagself/IVself/Bagself

Med/Med/Meds/Med's/Medself

Med/Medic/Medics/Medic's/Medicself

Med/Medical/Medicals/Medical's/Medicalself

Med/Medicine/Medicines/Medicine's/Medicineself

Needle/Needle/Needles/Needle's/Needleself

Nurse/Nurse/Nurses/Nurse's/Nurseself

Pill/Pill/Pills/Pill's/Pillself

Red/Cross/Red crosses/Red cross's/Red crosself/Redself/Crosself

Sick/Sick/Sicks/Sick's/Sickself

Syr/Syringe/Syringes/Syringe's/Syringeself

Ward/Ward/Wards/Ward's/Wardself

👩‍⚕️/👩‍⚕️/👩‍⚕️s/👩‍⚕️'s/👩‍⚕️self

👨‍⚕️/👨‍⚕️/👨‍⚕️s/👨‍⚕️'s/👨‍⚕️self

🩺/🩺/🩺s/🩺's/🩺self

💉/💉/💉s/💉's/💉self

🩹/🩹/🩹s/🩹's/🩹self

🩸/🩸/🩸s/🩸's/🩸self

💊/💊/💊s/💊's/💊self

🤒/🤒/🤒s/🤒's/🤒self

😷/😷/😷s/😷's/😷self

🤕/🤕/🤕s/🤕's/🤕self

❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹s/❤️‍🩹's/❤️‍🩹self

🦠/🦠/🦠s/🦠's/🦠self

🏥/🏥/🏥s/🏥's/🏥self

🏩/🏩/🏩s/🏩's/🏩self

⚕️/⚕️/⚕️s/⚕️'s/⚕️self

⚕/⚕/⚕s/⚕'s/⚕self

🚑/🚑/🚑s/🚑's/🚑self

🥼/🥼/🥼s/🥼's/🥼self

🦷/🦷/🦷s/🦷's/🦷self

🩼/🩼/🩼s/🩼's/🩼self

[powpowhammer]

faded blue house portrait hanging on the wall at the local urgentcare

[neurotypicalabusesurvivor]

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

[beaft]

i went to get my t-shot yesterday and it took me an hour and a half to get to the clinic and as soon as i got on the bed the nurse dropped my t-shot and it broke and now they're trying to make me pay for the replacement. i think the fuck not lmao

[rivetgoth]

It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.

[accidentalkilljoys]

What order do you take pills in?

A followup post, because this has been fascinating!

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Reminder that Palestinians in Gaza are being deliberately starved by Israel. Families in gaza are boiling plant leaves and eating them. They're also eating animals and birds food to stay alive. There are reported cases of kids and infants who died out of hunger and/ or cold. Starving people is part of genocide too. Remember how fast medicine was provided for the Israeli hostages, while Palestinians are starving for food and water and getting operations and amputations performed with no medication or anesthesia whatsoever.

[cocklessboy]

The other day I told a friend of mine that I never forget to take my ADHD meds because I fucking love my ADHD meds. I'm in my late 30s, I didn't finally get a diagnosis and meds until less than two years ago, and they have changed my entire life.

And he raised his eyebrow at me. We'd been discussing addictive medications a few minutes before, like the Tramadol I finally got from the pain specialist to take once a week or so to give me a break from my chronic pain, so I reassured him that methylpenidate (Ritalin/Concerta) is not addictive (at least not in people with ADHD).

His response? To raise his eyebrow even harder and say "Well it sure SOUNDS like it's addictive!"

And I had to explain to this man - who works in a healthcare related job by the way - that just because medication makes you feel good and helps you, just because you look forward to taking it, that doesn't make it addictive or dangerous. And he wasn't convinced.

The simple fact that I was excited to take a daily pill that has literally changed my life, after decades of fighting to get that medication, made him think I shouldn't be taking it so often. That it must inherently be dangerous.

I'm not even in America, but I'm pretty sure this attitude began there and then spread over here to Europe. This Puritan idea of "if something feels good, you must beware of it. Pleasure is dangerous, it is sinful, it is addiction, it is evil."

I know too many people who subconsciously believe that pleasure = addictive = dangerous = bad. Joy is a slippery slope to hell.

So here is your reminder for today that you don't need to be afraid of feeling good. If something improves your life, use it. Even if it is addictive - learn what that addiction means, whether the addiction is inherently dangerous or not, and whether the benefits outweigh the drawbacks and risks.

My ADHD meds are, in fact, not addictive. But I will take them every day because they make my life orders of magnitude easier. I will enjoy them every time I take them.

My tramadol is addictive. I will still take it. I will keep it on a schedule to avoid becoming addicted, primarily because addiction in this case would mean reduced effectiveness. But I am not afraid of my painkillers. They are life changing.

Take your meds, everyone. Don't let anyone scare you away from doing something that improves your life.

[rita]

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[blinkpen]

(i Will go back to everlasting haitus if that GFM slows down too much btw, seeing it to its goal ASAP is my primary focus right now)

[curiositypolling]

pls reblog for sample size etc

follow for more occasional useless polls :)

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[cowboylexapro]

look at my doctors dawg im gonna die

[disableddyke]

onion not even doing satire at this point