#scabies pictures

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 145

people forget i think about jade being a Dragon Enjoyer. but in my book club reread i realized that like. first look we get at her computer, she's got a dragon wallpaper. and she's got a window open looking at OTHER dragon wallpapers on furaffinity. shes got that scaley cred and i think we need to acknowledge it.

[gimmeshelter]

being into british rock is so funny you're like here are my guys 😚 and the guys in question look like they were just taken off the streets and put in the dog pound

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

A/N: I'm gonna warn you ahead of time, this is gonna be unhinged as fuck. Just stay with me ok. There's not enough fics about Noah Wyle characters (I was the bitch complaining about it like three days ago), so I'm gonna start mashing shit together so I can enjoy them all.

Very "Marvel What If?" ish, if that makes sense. So, here we go.

WHAT IF... Aliens took over the world while John Carter was working as an ER attending at County General and this all happened while his friend from residency, Jack Abbot, came to visit him between deployments, and he meets you but you confuse him for your husband Tom Mason? [aka I’m taking John Carter and shoving him into the Falling Skies universe, but because I know The Pitt better than ER I’m mixing up the staff at County General with Pitt characters] [aka aka I saw a pictures of Noah Wyle and Shawn Hatosy in an apocalypse AU and it altered my DNA]

John Carter x F!Reader; mentioned Tom Mason x F!Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death and destruction, the world ended, uhhh description of mild injuries, that's really it for this one

Word Count: 1,646

The world ended.

It happened suddenly, without warning, and it came from the sky. The fucking sky. Carter never spent a lot of time wondering how the world would end. If someone had forced him to guess though, aliens would’ve been very, very low on the list. Thinking back, he was pretty sure the staff once held a bet about the end of the world. Somebody had bet on aliens, but Carter couldn’t remember who. Maybe Jerry? Whoever it was earned a hell of a pretty penny.

Not that money mattered anymore.

Carter peered around the tipped over car he was hiding behind. There wasn’t any motion he could see, but there was still skittering in the distance. Too close for comfort. He locked his jaw and rechecked his weapon. He still hadn’t gotten used to the weight of a gun in his hands. Prior to the end of the fucking world, he had never held one before. A shotgun for skeet shooting, sure, but this was different.

The sound of steps grew more pronounced. Carter stiffened where he sat. Every muscle freezing as his breath caught in his throat. He had only gone head-to-head with the aliens a few times. Hell, he could count the encounters on one hand. Obviously, Carter considered himself lucky to be able to claim that, but the doctor in him was still curious. The anatomy alone was so unusual. A head that reminded him of a sea creature, maybe a squid, a torso similar to humans with only two arms, but connected to six legs with tripod-like feet.

Roaches. Skitters. Cooties. They had all sorts of names. Some more clever than others.

Shuffling became more pronounced, only a few feet away, and Carter peered around the car once more, this time with his gun raised and ready. His aim landed on Abbot who huffed in response. His friend looked worse for wear. His wavy, brown hair messier than usual and his features still showcased the highlights from the last brawl he was in—a busted lower lip and dark bruising under his right eye. Unlike himself, Abbot seemed built for this new world. It was probably his recent deployment overseas as a combat medic. Carter counted his blessings that the end of the world came when Abbot was back in the states visiting him on leave.

“You know how pissed I’d be if you fucking shot me?” Abbot snorted. Carter tucked the pistol back into its holster and rose to his full height as Abbot passed him. “You turned on your safety, right?”

“Course I did.” Carter replied. Behind his friend’s back, he checked his gun and flipped the safety when he realized it was off. “What’d you find?”

“Nothing good. Place was ransacked of any useful supplies. Almost ran into a couple of scabs though a few blocks down.” Scabs, or scabies, were what their little group had gotten accustomed to calling the creatures which was less creative and more a testament to their science focused minds. “Fuckers are getting closer and closer to us.”

Fuckers was their other name for the creatures—less creative or scientific and more a testament to their rage.

“We’re running out of everything other than medical supplies.” Carter commented as he caught up to match Abbot’s stride. The upside of making base in the ER was it left most of the hospital to be scoured. Carter would never complain about their stash of medicine, but he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t trade an absurd amount of it for a hot, well-cooked meal. God, he was starting to miss the cafeteria food at this point. “Any ideas for that?”

“We can make the med students eat gauze.” Abbot offered, unhelpful. “Save us three shares right there.”

“You’re just pissed Whitaker stepped on your prosthetic this morning.”

“I can’t exactly take it to get fixed if he fucks it up.”

“He apologized.” Carter chuckled, but Abbot just huffed. “C’mon. You can’t stay mad at him. He looks like a kicked puppy.”

“More like the ghost of some Victorian era child that drowned at sea.”

Carter laughed but quickly bit back the sound knowing it wasn’t safe to make so much noise. He shook his head with a small grin. “The point is, you should cut the kid some slack.”

“I didn’t kill him this morning, did I?” Abbot retaliated with a scoff.

They reached the mouth of the alley that would take them to the back of County General’s ER. It was blocked off by a couple dumpsters, a car, and a few other bulky items they had been able to push together. The other entrance into the ER had been barricaded closed entirely. An attempt to control access to their makeshift camp.

“Heya, docs. Please tell me you’re bringing lunch.” Olsen called out from where he sat on watch.

Abbot snorted, “Does it look like I’m carrying supplies?”

Olsen let out a low whistle as Abbot slid past the barrier and down the alley. He met Carter’s eyes, “He’s in a mood.”

“That’s his baseline.” Carter replied. He paused, “Hey, who bet on aliens for that end of the world pool? Was it Jerry?”

“Nah, Jerry bet on mole people.” Olsen hummed. “I don’t remember who put money down on aliens. I guessed asteroid. Just take us all fuckin’ out.” He snapped his fingers. “Like that.”

Carter gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading in. Maybe it would’ve been better if whatever apocalyptic disaster had just ended humanity. It was a grim thought, but everything was grim these days. Death wasn’t new to Carter. That’s what he told himself.

Every time they lost someone, he’d try to pretend it was just another work day—just another patient. But, it wasn’t. The faces he was losing were ones he knew. Ones he loved. Just last week they lost Julie. She worked in med-surg. Carter hadn’t met her until the world ended.

Julie was sweet. Funny. No local family, but a sister who lived in upstate New York, and she had been studying and applying to move to the ICU. It was a stray bullet that had taken her. Not even fighting against the scabs. It had been a pair of guys, trying to rob a small group of them as they were out scouting, and it had gone badly.

They had enough time to bring her back to County General. Carter worked on her for over an hour. It hadn’t been enough.

Death was still death, but Carter was getting worse at pretending like it didn’t fucking ruin him.

“Carter!”

As he passed what used to be the physician lounge, McKay stepped out to grab his attention. He turned to greet his second-year resident. Though, none of them were his residents anymore he supposed. The red head motioned for him to walk with her.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, but while you were gone we picked up someone new.”

Carter furrowed his brow, “New?” Seven months ago they were actively looking for strangers to save. That had stopped about two months back when it burned them—bad. “Who went out—”

“No one went out.” McKay shook her head. “She came here. Limped up to the barrier. We’re thinking it’s a high ankle sprain. I wrapped it up, gave her some Percocet, and a liter of LR.” Carter couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle as McKay inadvertently gave him a patient check out. She seemed to catch herself and shook her head. “Sorry, anyways, she said she was in Montana when everything went to shit.”

Carter’s eyes widened, “Montana??”

“Yeah, and she’s making her way to Boston. Trying to, at least.”

“Jesus Christ.”

McKay was leading him back to one of the trauma rooms. Through the doors' windows he could see a woman lying on the bed. Carter ran a hand through his hair and stopped outside.

“She’s alone?”

“As far as we can tell.” McKay hesitated with her hand on the door. “She says she’s alone, and we haven’t noticed anyone lingering around outside.”

Carter blew out a breath and nodded once. McKay pushed the door open and went in first. He followed a step behind her. As he did, you sat up on the bed—attached to an IV pole with a bag of LR that was nearly empty. As McKay had said, your ankle was wrapped up and based on your sluggish movement it had been a higher dose of Percocet.

Locking eyes with him, he heard you suck in a sharp breath. Carter didn’t get a chance to say a word. You leapt off the bed, nearly toppling to the ground with heavy and injured limbs, and he watched in shock as you ripped the IV from your arm. McKay cried out and rushed over to help you, but you shoved past her and made a beeline to him. Carter grunted when your body slammed into his—arms locked tightly around his neck. He had no choice but to wrap his own arms around your body to keep you from slumping to the floor.

Carter opened his mouth, to question you or McKay or the universe itself, but you pulled your head back just enough to roughly press your lips to his. His eyes widened as your warm, chapped lips slotted against his. The kiss lasted only a few seconds. Not long enough for Carter to understand or appreciate the moment of softness.

You pulled back to stare at him. Pretty eyes clouded with confusion as the exhaustion was growing more clear on your features.

“Uh, hi.” Carter breathed, still holding you.

Exhaustion crumpled into heartbreak, and he was alarmed at the agony taking hold as tears collected at your waterline. You shook your head and mumbled, voice broken and pained, “You’re not Tom.”

[kohanakonohana]

今日久々にタヌキが来ました。前に来てた子と同じかどうか分かりませんが、少なくとも兄弟だと思います。双方ひどい疥癬で、これで冬が越せるのでしょうか…法律上何もしてあげられません。ちょっと辛いです。【展開後はちょっと痛ましい画像です。ご注意を】

Two tanuki come to my garden today...both of them have scabies, so I'm worried about that they can pass this winter, but we can't take care of tanuki because they are wild life in our law ...【caution; It's quite a miserable picture...】

[yelyahhayleyxoxo]

"Punk aesthetic"?

It really intrigues me to hear people talk about how it's important to "look punk" and stuff or how the way you present yourself (aesthetically, clothe-wise) is important or an important part of the countercouture when really - if we analyse it from the begining and its core - it isn't.

Why is that? Well, before I jump into the whole "why punk is anti-fashion to its core", I wanna start by saying that most people don't have the first idea what punk is nor what it looks like, because, to be fair, it doesn't have an uniform. This really brings me back to a discourse that existed within the uk punk scene in the 70s which was "Is there a 'punk uniform'? Are these kids all dressed like this, listening to this music, going to these shows because it's what's in?", and I really think if I were to point fingers, I'd say it's Malcolm McLaren and Vivianne Westwood (yes, high end, runway fashion designer, owner of the brand that bears her name. RIP) and the Sex Pistols; after all, when most people think of punk, the Pistols are the first to come to their minds - not because of their talent in song-making or in performing, nor their short lived success as a band, but because of their in-your-face marketing.

The Pistols were put together by Malcolm McLaren to promote his and Vivienne's shop, SEX, therefore making them a purely commercial band. Now, that doesn't mean they didn't have a past as musicians or that they were/are bad musicians by any means, I'm just telling you pure facts: the Sex Pistols were a commercial band put together and managed by McLaren to be dressed by his girlfriend, Vivienne. Their marketing was damn good and very loud and in-your-face, so much so that they are, wrongly, regarded as the pioneers of punk music.

But the reason why they dressed the way they did, and a lot of other big names in the scene *cough cough* Siouxsie Sioux *cough cough* was because they were little living, breathing mannequins for Vivienne. Their style wasn't original, wasn't genuine, wasn't theirs, it was just provocative and performative for the sake of it. All she wanted was to shock, to disturb (which is fine in art, but in this case was rather distasteful and greatly impactful): ripped clothing, tits out, full bush in a tule skirt, nazi symbols everywhere, you get the idea.

And they full on went with it, therefore making them just as responsible for the whole use of nazi paraphernalia and uniformization of punk style that was supposed to be anti-fashion and original, genuine. Because, to be fair, as much as I simpathise with them as humans, they were just a bunch of junkies who wanted to make it big, regardless of the price or impact on themselves and others.

If you take The Damned as example and analyse each member's style you notice just how diverse and genuine they are. Dave Vanian (vocalist) has always had the vampy, goth-y look, that of course evolved as he got older - whih is only natural -, Rat Scabies (drummer <3) wears usually jeans, work boots or sneakers, a jacket or blazers - nothing flashy and clothes you'd find in any working class boy in 1970s London -, Captain Sensible (bass, then guitar) has always been the flashiest and most loud with his fashion choices, not to push a product, but to express his own weirdness (still don't know where that fluffy set he uses in the cover of Machine Gun Etiquette and someother pictures came from lol), and Brian James (guitar) had always had the simple jean and jacket combo.

The Damned released the first uk punk single: New Rose on 22 of October, 1976, followed by their album Damned Damned Damned. They are otherworldly talented in my opinion and so important for the scene, even if they don't get as much recognition as they should; but the band was formed by for working class fellas from London who decided to make incredible music together, and so they did. At no point was any of their styles or attituded performatives, at no point did they use of any nazi paraphernalia, their name doesn't come from any nazi sexual exploitation wing *cough cough* Joy Division *cough cough*, in fact it comes from two 1960s films "The Damned" (1969) - admitedly, a historical drama set in 1930s nazi germany - and a horror film called "The Village Of The Damned" (1960).

To its core, punk has been formed by working class ladies and fellas who had their own clothes, styles and a lot of anger towards the system that throws and leaves them down where they are. Which brings us to why punk is inherently anti-fashion: because it is and has always been anti-capitalist, it is a leftist countercouture. Fashion is and has always been a way to uniformize physical appearence and and behavior, and to sell you things. If it can make you feel like you're less than because you don't dress in latest fashion, because you wear "out of date" clothes, because you behave in a way that is viewed as strange, unnusual or cringe, then it can make you feel like the only way to be accepted and to be seen as human is to buy the latest trend, regardless of how quick it changes, regarless of wether or not you like it, because it doesn't care about you. Fashion doesn't care about you. Fashion doesn't like you.

Fashion likes the rich, it likes the influencers, it likes the powerful, not you whose biggest acomplishment will be to die without debts. You are poor, after all, and the poor are not fashionable, the poor are not humans. You can only sell the poor in two ways: human traffic and performance. You can sell the poor the same way you can sell the alternative. Which is exactly what happened to punk already in its formative years. So, if you bring me that 70s question "[Were those] kids all dressed like [that], listening to [that] music, going to [those] shows because it's what [was] in?", I'd answer it's impossible to know that for each of the kids that were there in the 70s uk, dressed like that, behaving like that, but it's very clear how by the mid 80s punk was back underground and with a terrible reputation, and now it's buried deeper underground.

Honorable mentions:

The Damned, The Descendents, Buzzcocks and The Jam

[oinkinpigprince]

Omg I NEED more gwimbly x Reader headcanons from you because I can’t find literally any 😭😭

Okiedokie!! You got it, another gwimbly x reader coming up! The ppl love gwimbly, it’s not shocking though.

MORE!! Gwimbly x reader

I want to talk about dates w/ gwimbly cause I feel like they’d be really interesting. Both the most fun you’ve ever had and leaves you terrified

He loved big adventures, driving at midnight, going to parties and clubs, maybe flying cross country w/ you

He’s very spontaneous, never going with the flow. You’ll be sitting on the couch and gwimbly will bust in with a suit case saying “WE HEADIN TO TOKYO BABY!” On a Tuesday

It makes you feel alive but he also forgets you have, a job. So sometimes your stupid head boss ruins you’re guy’s(his) plans and he just sits there curled up on your lap pouting

Muttering about capitalism, and corporate wage slaves. You just have to stroke his little head and roll your eyes at how dramatic he is

You teach him how to better make plans, you can just hop on a bus to New York or LA and not expect to take some time off

A fun date idea is testing him for scabies! Checking him for bugs and that sort, who knows what’s under that fur coat.

You two went to universal once and he lost his shit at Nintendo world. He both loved and hated it.

Gwimbly hated it at first, he hating seeing that stupid Italian everywhere and how HE should have his own GWIMBLY WOOOOORLD!! Where you’d slam a can of corn every meal time

But, he could deny the epic-ness of it all. Bowsers tower, Mario kart, it was just. Too awesome for him to deny. It was also a total ego boost to have game nerds come up to him to get his autograph

He got so many pictures with you and fans, loved hugging you tight as people took photos. Gwimbly even tried to kiss you but you shoved his face away making a hilarious photo

Omg ARCADE DATES!! The most retro, nerdy shit you could think of. He loves playing arcade games w/ you, he favorite being mortal combat or any street fighter type games

He kicks ass at DDR, and loves to smoke you in that game. You kick his ass at air hockey, he’s so dramatic about it too. He does it cause he knows you find it funny

You two have a lot of fun! Before he tried to win you an arcade prize and lost so much he grabbed his gwimbly gun and tried to shoot the machine

You two actually got kicked out, well gwimbly got thrown out and was promptly banned from that location. It was fun while it lasted

[the-empress-7]

You're right about the walkabout Empress. I think just last week a reporter, I couldn't recall his name, said that the Netflix was ready and recording and many people saw that box shaped thing Rachel was wearing inside her dress which they suspected to be microphone or recorder. Many times the wires were hanging out of Harold's pants when they were doing pseudo engagements in the US so he must have one on him too. No wonder Scabies was pissed, zero sound during that car ride haha!

Yeah I saw it go down in real time on CNN. They were running a ticker on the screen saying that the DDoS were about to do a walkabout, and RE tweeted the same. How I wish I has saved pictures. CNN even had the two reporters on standby and on screen waiting for only H&M according to their news ticker. Next thing you know, there is a huge delays, and eventually a car pulls up and William is driving it.....

[kiminiwatodokanai]

I've been learning so much about AI in class and everything is so so interesting. Like i promise when you stop solely focusing around the ethics of AI ~art~ you can finally see the bigger picture. This technology can save lives, i mean it literally, just take a look at what it can do in the medical field.

I can speak from experience even, taking a photo of one of my cats was enough for chat gpt to correctly diagnose scabies, while the vet thought it was "just an infected cut". Just in case i took him to a different vet and the diagnosis turned out correct :-)

I hate AI ~art~ as much as anyone else, but many good things can come from this technology, we just need to give it some time, have faith

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Some questions. I lurk here and yes MeMe is a "Saint" slash S but I am not quite up to speed. by u/GodsCasino

Some questions. I lurk here and yes MeMe is a "Saint" slash S, but I am not quite up to speed. why did she take pictures of Charlotte's bedroom?-what it this "finding fundung"? is that the book "Finding Freedom" and was that written by the Scobie/Scabies/plastic surgery guy?I have more questions. If this post doesn't get deleted I will add more questions.I DO understand the Medical Charity "Revenge dress" (gross)But there are some subtleties on this sub I don't quite get, but I wish to understand and see. post link: https://ift.tt/qFOuGN8 author: GodsCasino submitted: October 29, 2024 at 10:44PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[stefankarlfanblog]

Interview with Stefán Karl written for Kraftur's magazine, an Icelandic organization that supports young adults diagnosed with cancer. from 2017: https://timarit.is/page/7072756

Content warning: Discussion of hard topics, and graphic details of illness

"I live in the present"

Photograph by Jónatan Grétarsson

"I never thought about cancer before and pushed all such thoughts away. Nevertheless, I lost my father to cancer in 2012, and it was a huge shock. Then both of one of my relatives and sister-in-law were diagnosed with cancer. This disease has been around me a lot for the past four years, but nevertheless, I never thought that I could get cancer myself."

Stefán was diagnosed with a rare type of bile duct cancer and underwent a major operation where the tumor was removed. Over the past few months, Stefán has been undergoing chemotherapy and radiation therapy and hopes that the cancer will be cured. Stefán describes his experience with the illness and how he decided to deal with a life-threatening disease.

When asked about the first symptoms, he says that he did not fully realize them. Last autumn, he says he had abdominal pain and sweats a lot at night. He went to the doctor and suspected that his symptoms were caused by reflux. He was given medicine for it, but it didn't improve. "It wasn't until I almost stopped sleeping at night because of the pain, the urine had turned orange and the stools were clay white in color which I didn't notice at first. Also, I was obsessed with itching and imagined that I likely got scabies," says Stefán, grinning.

"When my eyes were so yellow, it occurred to me that I had hepatitis. It wasn't until Steinunn, my wife, drove me to the emergency room that I was sent for all sorts of tests. I was greeted by Jón Baldursson, a doctor, who looked me straight in the eyes and I could clearly see in him that something serious was wrong - as he wanted to admit me immediately. I had no idea and told him that I had to start watering my plants," says Stefán, remembering that he has a small business called Spretta where he grows vegetables for restaurants.

"It took me three days to get to those 70 meters," he says, laughing. "It was wonderful when the first fart came"

"I was still restless and thought it was gallstones and immediately called my mother who had gallstones. But it turned out to be a little more than that," he says and remembers that he was immediately sent by ambulance to the Landspítalan at Hringbraut, where he underwent a scan.

"The next day, Kristín Huld Haraldsdóttir, a doctor, comes and tells me that metastases have been seen in the pictures. 'Are you telling me it's cancer,' I asked, but still I was convinced it wasn't cancer.'

After detailed investigations, the couple was told straight out that it was most likely cholangiocarcinoma. "At this point I completely broke down and cried. I admitted my helpessness and was mildly shocked. Kristín Huld also told us that this was probably a serious form of cancer that often recurred later in the form of metastases.

She didn't hide anything from me, but she was nevertheless extremely discreet, approaching me with a calm but realistic approach. Subsequently, it was decided that I would have an operation where the lesion would be removed, but in the meantime, I googled everything I could find about the disease, talked to my friends, doctors in the US, looked at the statistics, ie. what were the prospects for life. Then I saw what was going on and what I had to do. I am married and the father of four children, and I saw that there was a big fight ahead."

Then ten days passed and on October 4, 2016 Stefán underwent a major operation that took about 8-9 hours. After the operation, he was told that the entire lesion had been removed and all the incisions had been clean. "I woke up on the operating table when the operation was over and immediately asked: 'Did everything go well?' The answer was 'yes, we achieved everything we set out to do.'

After a three-week stay in the hospital, a difficult period began, which Stefán describes in a comical way: "I was all in tubes and devices, and the first days consisted of being able to fart and then, of course, having a bowel movement." I was determined to help with that and sprang out of bed, setting myself the goal of walking the corridor to the end. It took me three days to get to those 70 meters," he says, laughing. "It was wonderful when the first fart came" and a great victory to have the first stool" he continues, talking about life in the hospital, which in retrospect was not boring.

"I took it in good humor, chatted with other patients and nursing staff and didn't make fun of myself in the least." But then the seriousness took over. Stefán says he only realized the seriousness of the disease when he got home. "Then I cried like a baby and wallowed in self-pity.

Stefán Karl having a great time with his plants

I guess it can't be said that the shock came first and then the trauma itself. Then came Bjarni Vigfús, a hospital chaplain. He helped me a lot.

At some point I decided to frame this task I was facing like a journey. I created a journey in my mind where I was on the staff of a ship sailing towards an island. I have a lot of people with me, relatives and friends. The ship sails towards the island that can be seen in the distance, but I don't know how long it takes the ship to reach the port. I'm on that journey now." Stefán Karl is a well-known actor and well-known figure in Iceland and in the United States, so the question arises whether it was not difficult to experience the reaction of friends, acquaintances and the general public. He smiles.

"As soon as we knew what it was, my wife Steinunn immediately wrote a post on Facebook where she told the whole truth. It was necessary because she had received inquiries as to whether I was dying - if not already dead.

"I'm looking forward to finishing this project, sailing the ship into port." Looking forward to skiing, traveling and experiencing many things that I have left"

Stefán Karl at Landspítalan after the operation

After this post came, it was like the atmosphere cleared. The pink elephant in the room disappeared," he says and explains that too many people don't trust themselves to get in touch to find out the whole truth, and then various kinds of rumors are started that have no basis. However, there are still certain people, with whom I have always been in close contact, who have not yet called or visited. It hurts a little," he says, adding that he has received an overwhelming response on Facebook. "There were hundreds of messages - most of them were very friendly as people were wishing me a good recovery, but then I received countless messages from all kinds of people who were selling some miracle substances and potions that were supposed to cure me," he says with a laugh.

And it is certain that Stefán Karl has good friends, which shows in the fact that his foreign friends and colleagues organized a fundraiser for the family, and actors and other friends of his also hosted a concert at the National Theater where a significant amount was collected. Stefán had to stop working and, in addition, his wife had to reduce her work due to the illness, so this money came in very handy, according to him.

At the time of this writing in mid-March, he is still undergoing chemotherapy and is also taking medication to prevent the disease from reoccurring. "There are countless side effects from all of this, but I just take it." The worst thing is to have no energy. When I was playing the Grinch on stage in the USA, I played a total of 600 shows and didn't blow my nose. But now I'm completely out of energy and I'm looking forward to when I'm well enough to go to the gym and renew my energy.

When a person is faced with such a serious illness, one instinctively wonders if he has thought about death and how.

"Yes," says Stefán with a heavy heart. "I think about death every day, many times a day. But I still don't worry about death, whenever it comes. I'm mostly just curious. Would I know when I parted? What's on the other side? What happens? But what I feel most often now is longing for life," he says and explains it in more detail. "I'm looking forward to finishing this project, sailing the ship into port." Looking forward to skiing, traveling and experiencing many things that I have left. I am looking forward to celebrating Christmas in Iceland, since for the past few years I have celebrated it in the United States. There are so many things I still have to do, but when you experience a shock like this, you see it all in a mirage. Today I am mostly pain free and I am thankful for that every day. Now I'm focusing on keeping my weight off but I've lost a lot of weight lately. But it's all coming back."

Another question, and maybe clichéd: Has this changed Stefán Karl's life outlook?

"Probably they've changed, yes." In my mind, there is no longer a quality-of-life race. Nice houses, cars, furniture and clothes don't matter to me. Now I enjoy watching the sunset and capturing all that is beautiful – something I didn't do before. In retrospect, I kind of regret not focusing more on the real quality of life until now; it is that this was necessary! Yes, I think differently and who wouldn't when faced with such a serious illness? I'm also much more tender and sensitive than before and I don't deny that sometimes I fall into a pit of self-pity and get certain symptoms of depression," he says and confesses that in the past he had a certain prejudice against antidepressants, but after receiving such drugs he feels much better for him. Stefán says that he has used humor during his illness and that it has benefited him greatly.

These days he focuses on getting healthy, and in between he tends to his plants in the flourishing company Spretta, an occupation that he says is very rewarding. "I live in the present - because I have no influence on what has passed and I have no idea what the future holds." I know the doctors have done their bit to help me but the rest is up to me. No one heals you but yourself."

The interview with Stefán Karl takes place in mid-March. In mid-May, two metastases were found in Stefán's liver, and he subsequently went to Copenhagen for an ultrasound scan for further research. Kraftur wishes Stefán a speedy recovery and sends greetings.

[aettuddae]

zuha must be a really good gf for haru to be so in love with her despite her attitude. you all just need to see the bigger picture. HARU BBY DON'T LET SCABIES GIRL GET TO YOU

SCABIES GIRL OMG kazuha herself is behind cwpiqwon

[trixibebe]

The name Kornélia is the Hungarian version of the Latin name Cornelia which is the female equivalent of the male name Cornelius (Kornél in Hungarian).

It's origin is supposed to come from the tree called Cornus Florida a.k.a. dogwood. (flowers pictured) It was believed that the rind of the tree was good for treating scabies on dogs (which isn't true). Apparently the word dogwood comes from the Celtic word dag and dagga from which the word dagger comes from as well.

[regina-cordium]

maybe scabies?

I don’t thiiiink so? The pictures 1) are super gross, don’t look them up, but more importantly 2) don’t quite match what my skin looks like. Idek where I’d get scabies, none of the ways I saw listed make sense for my lifestyle. Besides, it’s contagious so I’d imagine my parents would also be exhibiting symptoms at this point too right??

With my luck it’d probably end up being fucking shingles or something :P (which I do have a genetic history for)

[iwantjobs]

7/1/2024: Trang at 34 years old, a year before I became a disabled and a mental. This is after I quit my teaching job and then jumped into the Starbucks job for health insurance to prepare myself as a stay at home mother. I was making myself an internet model by paying my pictures on Myspace. My hormone and eggs go to desperate and feisty to get a baby by looking for a baby father that Jesus' father or God had to both slapping hard and turned me into a crippled and mental to force me to stay at home instead of roaming the gay wild in San Francisco. I still had a double-chin, and small belly the and even slight bad posture. But now, we'll see if I can make myself better than my old self after my neck and head stretching is done. This time, modeling without makeup and eyeliner for its easy to model with makeup and young. Plus at this angle, everyone looks good while the double-chin is covered. I believe my picture will be analyze by the fashion world and plastic surgery world as I report my research and finding of my method to maintain my youth as a hardcore heterosexual female even when I am a disabled, mental, and semi-homeless. The mars-like scars on both of my cheeks is partially shown here which I analyze that is is the map of the universe looking for God for i don't think God is a human being. These scars are scaby scars like scaby scars of kids in Gaza who are getting scabby scars from dirty water. I got them during the Vietnam war at 1.7 years old. Scars of me being the female Buddha. after quit as a highschool teacher, I had a lot of time and came out with the theory that I was the female Buddha while smoking tiny joints roaming the gay jungle looking for baby father without marriage. The philosophy of me being the female Buddha was firstly placed on Myspace. A year after this, I believe Jesus' father (God) bitch slapped me hard to tell me this is not your time to have a baby yet, this is your time to prove that you are the female Buddha after writing out your theories as the female Buddha. Well folks, 17 years have passed this this picture has been taken, I'll spend the next few days cleaning up trying to make myself a model again even though I have some uglym. In this picture, I still have a tiny belly and double-chin, slight bad posture to high by boobs, and I wore eye liner to hids my ugly tiny eyes. See ya back in a few days. Also then, I model with other people's designed clothes. This time soon, I'll model my own re-designed clothes of other people. We'll see if I can do it. See back in a few days for those you think I am vain, perhaps a little, but proving myself as the female is proving that there is enough existence of the father of Jesus or God, because why would plain Jane like me become the female Buddha out of the blue without the guidance of you who who and what.

[24hrdoc]

Detecting Scabies: Essential Signs and What to Do

An infestation of Sarcoptes scabiei causes itchiness and a pimple-like rash of scabies. Scabies are caused by the mite that burrows in the upper layer of the skin, where it lays its eggs and lives. Early recognition of the symptoms can help to prevent the spread of scabies, relieve discomfort, and reduce the risk. Online scabies treatments have made this condition easier to manage than ever. You need to understand scabies symptoms and how to get online treatment.

Recognizing the Signs of Scabies

Itching

Scabies is characterized by severe itching, which worsens at night. This itching is caused by the immune system's reaction to mites or their eggs. Scabies can be detected by an increase in the intensity of itching, particularly at night or evening.

Bumps and Skin Rash

Infestations of scabies can cause a rash that looks like a pimple. They can appear anywhere on the skin, in a random pattern, or as a line. They are most common between the fingers or elbows, wrists, buttocks, and waist.

Burrow Tracks

You may also see tiny, threadlike burrows on the skin's surface. The mites tunnel into the skin and create these paths. They may appear as fine, dark, or silvery lines.

Secondary Infections

The skin can become damaged and susceptible to secondary infection due to excessive scratching. It's important to get medical help if you notice any signs of infection, such as swelling, redness, or pus.

Seeking Scabies Treatment Online

Telemedicine has made it easier to access healthcare services such as scabies treatment. You can get scabies prescriptions and treatment online.

Online Healthcare Platforms

Online healthcare platforms that are reputable offer licensed healthcare providers for consultations. They can diagnose your condition using the symptoms that you describe and possibly supported by pictures.

Scabies Treatment Online

A healthcare provider may offer prescription creams or oral medications once scabies are diagnosed. Topical creams containing permethrin and ivermectin are the most common form of treatment.

Scabies Prescription Online

You can easily obtain your medications without leaving your home by sending your prescriptions directly to the pharmacy of your choosing or your local one.

Care and Follow-up

Online healthcare services offer follow-up consultations to monitor side effects and ensure effective treatment. The ongoing care required for a full recovery is essential.

Conclusion:

Early recognition of scabies and prompt treatment will help to reduce discomfort and stop the spread of infestation. The convenience of online scabies treatments, such as getting a prescription for scabies, has made it easier to manage this condition. Do not hesitate to consult an online doctor if you suspect that you or someone you love may have scabies.