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classycookiexo · 4 months
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Capitalism is killing people in so many ways, and the medical industrial complex is one of them. Healthcare should always be a universal right -both fair and equitable access, but in many cases it is not... the mass injustices.
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Yes! It shouldn’t have to take years and many doctors to get a diagnosis and proper treatment.
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rookthorne · 9 months
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
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Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ღ 1.8k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Thigh riding, Soft Dom!Bucky ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, uniform
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ Y'all can thank @smutconnoisseur for this, and this ask. It's all her fault — I am innocent in this.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ღ Say It Right by Nelly Furtado
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ღ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 3 — In My Lap — Masterlist ღ @mcukinkbingo 𝗕𝟭 — Character dresses in uniform — Masterlist
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𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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There had been an itch under your skin all day – hours on end of feeling restless, misplaced, and yearning for something. It had worsened tenfold the moment Bucky had walked out to leave for work, his bag slung over his shoulder, dressed in scrubs and his long hair tied back in a ponytail that rested against the back of his neck. It was training day, a small relief where you knew he would be working at a normal pace, and not go to super soldier lengths.
“Catch you when I get back, sweetheart,” Bucky had said, parting with a chaste kiss to your lips and a small smile. “Behave.”
You sent him away with a simple, “Stay safe, babe,” and that was that.
That was forever ago, and Bucky was due home any moment. You were waiting, quite desperately, to hear the sound of his shoes on the landing of the front door. The sound of Bucky’s bag shifting on his shoulder sounded far too real, and close. Perking up from your perch on the couch, you realised something – that wasn’t in your head, those sounds were at the door. 
He was home. 
“Hey, baby- Whoa!” Bucky rushed, catching you in his arms as you slammed into his chest. “Holy shit, sweetheart–are you alright?”
In lieu of an answer, you crashed your lips against his. The urge to pour your need into it overpowered your sense of rationality, but Bucky only kissed back after dropping his bag to pull you closer. 
“Ba- Wait, hang on,” he gasped, his breath fanning over your lips. “What is this? Are you alright?”
You nodded and groped for Bucky’s hand, pulling it along as you stepped into the living room. “Need you,” you mumbled.
Realisation dawned in Bucky’s darkening eyes. “You need me, huh?” he mused, stopping short. “Let me get outta these scrubs- What?”
At his words, you shook your head and glanced up and down his body. The shoes he was wearing were long discarded by the door, and the light blue scrub pants – they hugged his thighs, just shy of too tight, and the matching light blue scrub shirt pulled taut across his chest when he inhaled, or moved his arms. His clip on ID tag rustled against the fabric with every shift of the fabric, and the sleeves showed off his biceps. The very same arms that held you as you broke and pulled you back together, the exact same arms that he used to selflessly care for others, day in, and day out. 
You couldn’t take it anymore. 
“Keep them on,” you whispered, and Bucky’s eyes widened slightly. “Y-You look–” The sudden stutter frustrated you beyond belief, but you barrelled on, fuelled by the patient, soft gaze Bucky gave you. “You look good in them, please don’t take them off.”
Bucky chuckled and shook his head, stepping into your space to brush your cheek with his thumb. “Is that so? That’s what you want?” 
You couldn’t decipher his intentions with his guarded expression, but the blue of his eyes was rapidly disappearing behind the black of his pupils. Taking a step closer, you took Bucky’s thumb into your mouth, nodding slowly. 
“Oh, baby girl,” Bucky breathed, biting his lips. “Y’know I’d do anything for you–I’ll keep ‘em on, especially since you asked so nicely, huh?”
“Thank you,” you whispered – grateful for his understanding. “Please, need–”
“Panties off. C’mon,” Bucky interrupted, moving to the couch and sitting down heavily, a low groan in his throat that shot straight between your thighs. The fabric of the scrubs hugged his thighs so tightly as he spread his legs, you were shocked they didn’t split the seam. He cleared his throat and you glanced up, not realising you had been openly staring, when he slapped his thigh. “Sit down–right here, sweetheart.” 
“Okay,” you replied, pulling off your panties before you climbed into his lap, just as he asked. “This is… strange.”
Bucky chuckled and moved his hands to rest on your hips, a brow raised in question. “Strange?”
“Haven’t really… been in this position, before,” you mumbled, a stab of insecurity tampering the flames. “That’s all. And your thighs are fucking huge.” They were – your own legs had to stretch a decent amount to sit comfortably down on the corded muscle that kept twitching and tensing as he started to laugh. 
“My thighs are huge, huh?” Bucky mused, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “You know I have to make sure they’re the best seat in the house for my girl, right? You have to be comfortable.”
The two of you started to laugh again, the tension and awkwardness vanishing in an instant. A comfortable silence settled as you stared at him, biting your lip from nerves. “Kiss me,” Bucky said suddenly, pulling your face to his by the back of your neck.
Your lips met his softly, a gentle kiss that deepened when he swiped his tongue over your lip, asking to explore, and you granted it. An urge to move – get closer – overcame you and you shifted, eliciting a quiet gasp of shock when the pressure against your bare cunt became much firmer. Bucky pulled back and grinned. “That feel good, baby?”
“Y-Yeah,” you rushed, looking at him while furrowing your brows. “I didn’t think it would, I mean–”
“Shh,” Bucky soothed, and his hands tightened on your hips. “I’m going to take control, and you just let yourself feel, alright, sweetheart? Let daddy take care of you–make you feel good.”
The air left your lungs sharply as his words cascaded over you, sweeping you away from the anxiety and nerves of being in unfamiliar territory. “Okay,” you murmured, and Bucky smiled softly. 
“Thank you, my pretty girl,” Bucky praised, and his hands pulled you forward, the drag of his clothes against your bare clit made you shiver, your hands instinctively flying to Bucky’s broad shoulders to ground yourself. “Gonna go back now…”
A quiet moan fell from your lips at the sensation. “Oh, wow,” you giggled. 
“Want me to go faster, baby?” He sounded amused – smug bastard, you thought.
You nodded quickly, gripping the fabric of his shirt tight in your fists. “Please.”
“Alright, hold tight–you can pull my hair if you want, too,” Bucky offered, and it was your turn to raise a brow at him, though your hand moved to his messy ponytail anyway, freeing it so it fell to his shoulders. He kissed you quickly and you sighed against his lips. “Thank you, baby,” he murmured. 
Slowly, Bucky moved you back and forth, each pass over his thigh a little faster than the last, and every small whimper was met with praise and a kiss to your neck. “So pretty like this, baby girl,” Bucky said, his words ghosting over your skin as he pulled you down harder around his thigh. “Think you can come like this, all over my scrubs? Make a fuckin’ mess?”
“Feels s’good,” you moaned, pulling at his hair and fisting his shirt. “Don’t stop, please, please- Daddy, fuck–”
“I won’t, jus’ feel for me, sweetheart,” Bucky groaned, his hands moving you faster so your moans became high pitched and wanton. “Such a good girl for me, so fuckin’ dirty too–look at you.”
Pleasure burned through every nerve and your breath hitched, the feeling of being pulled under approaching faster than you had ever experienced – was it that this position was entirely new and vulnerable? Was it the fact that you were ruining his uniform with slick and he was encouraging it?
Your jaw fell slack when Bucky sped up his hands, your hips now rocking back and forth steadily with slicked ease. The sudden urge to look down into his lap overwhelmed you, and you did, moaning loudly at the sight – a large wet patch had formed over the top of his thigh, spreading down the sides the more you moved. “Oh, god, daddy–”
“Yeah, baby girl, that’s all you,” Bucky breathed, his voice hitching on a moan when you fisted his hair through a harsh rock of your hips. “Look at the fuckin’ mess you’ve made on me, sweetheart–fuckin’ look at it.”
“I am, oh fuck, I am-” A choked off moan fell from your lips when a sharp stab of sensation shot through your clit. “Please, please!”
Bucky grinned at you and somehow moved his hands even faster – he was revelling in the high whine that built in your throat from the pace. “You wanna come?”
“Mhm, mhm,” you hiccuped, flexing your hands again in Bucky’s hair to hear a quiet hiss at the sharp sting. “I’m close!”
“Give it to me, then, baby,” Bucky growled, his tone dark and his eyes even darker. “Let go, soak my fuckin’ thigh, sweetheart, now.”
Bucky’s words washed over you and forced you under, your back bowing and pushing your chest into his face, his pace never faltering as you crested through your climax – toes curling next to his knees and hands gripping tighter than iron in his hair and shirt. “Coming! ‘M coming!”
“Good girl! That’s it, let it out, c’mon,” Bucky cooed, slowing down as you began to twitch and shake. “Did so well for me, sweetheart, so good for me.”
“Bucky,” you sighed, slumping in his hold as the frenetic and desperately energy that had you in its grip all day ebbed away. 
“C’mere,” Bucky murmured, and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your back to embrace you tightly. “You with me, baby?”
“Yeah,” you murmured. Your limbs felt loose and your mind floaty, but much calmer and quieter. “Sorry I jumped you, couldn’t help it.”
A laugh shook Bucky’s shoulders, and he squeezed you, before placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Not gonna lie, baby, but if that’s the greetin’ I get every time I walk through that door, you’ll not find me complainin’–not one bit.”
“And I ruined your scrubs…” You mumbled sheepishly, shuddering at the feel of wet fabric between your thighs. 
“I’ll let you in on a secret, sweetheart,” Bucky replied, and he moved you off his chest to look you in the eye. His gaze was heated, and if you weren’t still recovering from your climax, you would have begun to grind in earnest. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and you better fuckin’ do it again–you got no idea how you make me feel when you’re like that. And, baby,” he murmured as you bowed your head in a sudden, overwhelming shyness. His fingers tipped your chin back up so you could see his soft smile. “Daddy loves the way you make him feel–don’t you dare stop.”
Bucky surged forward and kissed you hungrily, and with that, you fell pliant in his arms once again.
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⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
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impotsiblelife · 2 years
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Don't feel bad if you haven't recovered from a condition your doctor says is "very treatable." Doctors and society in general often underestimate how debilitating pain, physical illnesses, and mental health problems can be. Don't listen to anyone who insinuates that you don't want to get better or aren't committed to your treatment because your symptoms haven't improved much. Take as long as you need to heal.
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All this royal family talk is pissing me off.
I'm not wishing ill on anybody, I never would, yet, they receive the best care, the best treatments, round the clock workers, every single day, including holidays, t w e n t y f o u r hours a day.
The regular people like us have to wait, weeks, months, years, for acknowledgment.
The common folk like us have to wait again, to get any scans or tests done.
Us poor people will have to wait just a bit longer, again, for them to figure out a treatment for you.
The lessers of society will have to wait again to get that treatment.
The "Princess of Wales" said to us commoners that "we aren't alone" and I can't believe ppl buy into that bullshit.
Many of us, too many, have been alone for months, years, decades.
Months, years, decades, of poor doctors, poor treatments, left to rot in the dark, too complicated or complex for treatment, they don't have funding for that type of treatment.
Months, years, decades of being A L O N E
There's no services for us, unlike them.
"oh but they're part of our history" what that has to do with healthcare -- it doesn't. It's another display of the classes, the system we're oppressed and punished by.
But you want me to care about the royals?
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akindplace · 2 years
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Somedays, it just hurts. It hurts so much it makes you angry and desperate. And you need to acknowledge that it does hurt so you don't get even more frustrated, even when it feels unreasonable to be in so much pain, please validate it so you can cope with it. Know that you are doing the best you can, and somedays all you can do is survive. Please don't keep company with those who invalidate your pain if it's possible so you won't feel encouraged to do the same to yourself. The pain you're in is valid, and sometimes all you can do is to recognize it hurts. I hope you find ways to soothe this pain and to cope with it, that you find a good treatment that helps you with your symptoms, that people around you validate you and that you remember to do the same too.
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daedriclys · 17 days
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Hello my moots and anyone who sees this. I’m trying my best on all avenues to get this cancer treated and fully done with. I was found to have endometrial cancer at 28. I have to have a full hysterectomy and insurance is not great in America as we know!
More info on the donation page!
Any donation or share helps!
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beardedmrbean · 1 year
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ilythecolorpink · 8 months
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Lovesick (Doctor Geto Suguru x reader)
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About three years have passed since you and Geto Suguru became friends, and throughout that period, you grew to like him more and more until you eventually began to have unusual feelings. …. ( reader is oblivious to their feelings lol)
It was a typical Saturday, but when you got out of bed today, you felt a fluttering in your chest, being unable to sleep, loss of appetite and you could feel your cheeks start to flush as you thought about your best friend Geto. Your mind only thinking about him was starting to drive you crazy. Why was I thinking about HIM out of all people? And what is this feeling?
So, you decided to go and see him at his work since he could tell you what the reason is for these strange new feelings that you have been having for the past week now. As you walk to the entrance of the hospital, you welcome the woman working at the front with her lovely long brown hair, eye bags, and warm brown eyes as you approach the hospital's entrance. "Welcome to South Valley General Hospital, how may I assist you, dear? " She replies with a soft grin as she answers.
"Hello, I'd like to make an appointment to see the doctor today, please," you reply with a smile. Yes, I'll be able to take care of that for you, sweetheart; please have a seat there till the doctor calls. Then she asks me, "Wait you're Geto's friend, right?” "Yeah, does he talk about me a lot?" I ask her as I stare at her in disbelief. "Yes, he does. Don't tell him this but I think he has a little crush on you," she chuckles, looking delighted.
I run to the seat and say "thank you" to her while I hide my face to prevent the blush from spreading to my cheeks. Then the door opens clearing my thoughts as I hear Geto calling my name. I stand up as I wave goodbye to the pleasant woman. “Hey Y/N, it's so nice to see you, you didn’t come just to see me, did you? he asks as he smiles at me. noticing that his comment made me blush, he starts laughing.
"I'm just kidding," he says while grinning. “Even though that blush on you is so very adorable, really how can I help you?” I sit down at the examination table; my heart is still thumping loudly in my chest. As I say “Well, I have been feeling really strange recently like a fluttering in my chest, loss of sleep, and loss of appetite.” He looks at me intrigued as he pulls out his stethoscope and places it on my chest while he listens to my heartbeat, noticing how quickly it beats as he gets close to me.
He then steps back and advises me to breathe softly in and out before placing it on my back. When he is finished, he laughs and appears amused to me. I question him “What’s so funny?” He keeps laughing at this and asks, "So who is the lucky guy or girl?" I turn my head to the side; I look at him with confusion as I say “Geto what are you talking about? Is this a joke?” He then calms down from laughing, he responds saying “You are in love darling, no doubt about it.
So, you gonna tell me who it is or what?” I then begin to flutter in my chest as I say, "I... I can't." Then, in a teasing tone, he continues, "Oh don't be shy now, just use those pretty words of yours." I start to go red completely as I say “Well, the only person that I have been thinking about is … you.” He then blinks and looks at me in full disbelief before replying, "I.. um, oh wow, give me a second."
He covered his face by reaching over and grabbing his clipboard. I approached him getting down to his level and setting down the clipboard to see Geto's deep crimson cheeks. Then with an innocent look, I say “ Suguru, are you okay?” He then pulls me by the collar as he kisses me roughly on the lips. He responds, “Fuck Y/N you have no idea how badly I have wanted to do this.” As I continue to kiss him, I hear the door knock as we push each other back as the woman from earlier says “Gosh, get a room lovebirds.” As she laughs. Geto now staring at her with embarrassment as he says “Shoko I swear to god you will be the death of me.”
A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I LOVE YOU.
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macgyvermedical · 24 days
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Okay so I have a really specific question. Baseline stats? Except my character is already pretty sick, he's got room to get much much worse but right now he ain't great. He's in a fair amount of pain because he keeps having adverse reactions to painkillers from previous drug abuse and yeah. So what would normal baseline be? And then what would a normal baseline for him bc since he's got this illness. It's idk what you call it but one of the illness that get worse with time... degenerative. Except in this world he can be fixed with enough treatment but he keeps refusing said treatment. Yeah I don't really understand vitals and things so I didn't wanna botch it but based on the info what would you assume would be good? Also what's like the worse someone's vitals could be with them still awake and alive although the mental state can be real messed up. (: thanks hon
So our understanding of normal adult vitals include:
BP: 100/60- 140/90 mmHg (a measurement of pressure)
Pulse: 60-100 beats per minute
Respirations: 12-20 breaths per minute
Temperature: 96-100.4F or 36-38C
SpO2: 95-100%
Level of Consciousness: Alert and Oriented times 4 (can answer 4 specific questions about themselves and their environment)
Now, all these "normals" pretty much assume a healthy, white, 20-something male who has a BMI of 18-25 and who has been sitting quietly for at least 5 minutes. So basically very few real humans.
It's very normal to vary from these somewhat if you are exerting yourself, in pain, sick, or otherwise different from the above demographic. So if we're taking vitals, we want to control what we can (generally asking the person to sit relatively quietly for 5 minutes). If we do this and you're out of range, but we have no other data to work with, we will try to get you back into this range. Because again, it's assumed that to get out of these ranges, you must have something going on medically that needs addressed.
For example, if your blood pressure is 160/90 with a heart rate of 110 because you're in a lot of pain, we can correct that by treating whatever is causing the pain.
Now, there's not always an identifiable (or fixable) reason why someone might be out of range, and sometimes we just correct the vitals themselves because chronically high or low vitals may cause problems. For example, as far as we know right now, living for a long time with a blood pressure in the 180s/100s will eventually cause heart failure, stroke, or heart attack, regardless of the reason. So if we can't get that person back into range by fixing something else, we'll give medications that directly lower blood pressure.
But let's say someone's heart rate is in the 40s because they're a runner. That's normal for them. It doesn't cause them any problems, it's not caused by a disease process, as far as we know won't cause them problems in the future, and their other vital signs are in normal range. They are said to have a "baseline heart rate of 40bpm". That tells other medical providers who are working with them that there's nothing to correct there- ignore that weird reading and just fix anything else that needs fixed.
Baseline can also be used if someone has a chronic illness that is as controlled as it can be, but it still has an impact on their vital signs. Say someone has a heart rhythm called atrial fibrillation with RVR and their heart rate without medications is in the 190s or 200s. This may cause symptoms, but if we medicate to control that rate to between 60-100, it may also cause symptoms.
So we might give enough medication to control the rate to 110s, which minimizes the symptoms they experience but still puts them technically out of range. Their baseline, then, is in the 110s. Again, nothing to correct there, it's just normal for them to be out of range on that vital.
Or, someone might have dementia and be unable to answer all the questions that would make them A+Ox4, but maybe can only consistently answer 2 of them. We wouldn't necessarily be worried about that because we know that it's normal for them to be A+Ox2- their baseline, but we would be worried if suddenly they were A+Ox0.
You can also have other measurements besides vitals that are considered baseline stats. Like pain, or blood sugar, BMI, electrolyte levels, or pretty much any other lab value.
As far as what you are describing I don't know that I can give you specific baselines, as I don't know what his symptoms are or how they relate to vital signs. With chronic pain generally vitals eventually go back to normal (say someone rates their pain at a 5/10 consistently, over time their body normalizes around that pain level and other vitals may only go out of range if they have an acute spike in pain).
What I can give you is a few of the following:
Pain: All vital signs go up
Dehydration/blood loss/shock: BP and LOC goes down, everything else goes up
Kidney problems: BP and HR can change but in what direction is due to the specific problem.
Opioid overdose: RR goes down.
Heart problems: Change in HR and BP but directions can change depending on specific problem.
Lung problems: Usually RR and HR go up
Throwing up: everything goes up
Drug abuse and withdrawal: depends on the drug
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autumn2may · 9 months
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Johnson & Johnson is currently, like right this minute, trying to extend their patent on the TB drug bedaquiline, keeping it out of generic for another four years. TB killed about 30,000 people last week and is the world's deadliest infectious disease.
If this drug does not go generic now it could affect 6 million people in the next four years (the time it would take the "new" patent to run out). Out of those millions of people who get TB, but can't get bedaquiline, most of them will die. From a PREVENTABLE DISEASE.
Why is this happening? Money. But also, because TB is not an issue in countries like the US. We can afford its $1.50 a pill price. But if you live in a poor country, that's too much money to spend on something you need to take for up to four months.
J&J needs to let this drug go public and do its job in places that can't currently afford it. They need to help people, instead of trying to wring the last few drops of money out of one of their many products, at the cost of human lives. @sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog does a waaaay better job of explaining this than me. Check out the video and the video description for links and ways to help!
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knoxdrei · 16 days
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Treatment Time
"Captain? I heard some weird noises. Is everything all right?" Embarrassed by the disturbance, Bepo slid his foot across the metal floor of the Polar Tang outside the captain's quarters and scratched the back of his head.
He had thought long and hard about whether he should knock at all, after all, the captain hated being disturbed, but that groaning behind the door had simply worried him to no end. That's why he was glad when the dark-haired man stuck his head through the half-open door after several attempts to get an answer.
"Everything's fine, Bepo!" the man he would trust with his life assured him and the bear sighed with relief.
"But there was a moan?!" he questioned a little uncertain. Maybe the Captain needed help with something.
"Hm... yeah, you know... Roronoa-ya's not feeling quite well. Apparently can't handle the deep sea," the man grumbled and Bepo looked at him in dismay. "Oh, poor thing," he replied sympathetically. He was familiar with this. He was always far too hot when they were diving for long periods. But safety came before everything else.
" Yeah, really nasty!" the doctor chuckled as a pissed-off snort could be heard behind him. " Don't worry, Bepo. I'm taking good care of him. After all, we don't want to upset Mugiwara-ya because one of his crew members fell ill on the trip. Huh?"
Bepo nodded eagerly. That would be really awkward for their alliance.
"Just make sure I'm not being disturbed. I have to concentrate!" the dark-haired man instructed and the bear saluted eagerly. "Aye, aye, Captain!"
And with that, the door slammed shut again, leaving Bepo a little puzzled. His captain was a good man to care for Roronoa so devotedly. And he must have surprised the captain when he treated him in his underwear, contrary to all the hygiene rules that usually applied during treatment.
Bepo shook his head pityingly as suppressed moans could be heard from behind the door again.
He would definitely do his best to ensure that his captain wasn't disturbed.
That's why he immediately shooed Shachi and Penguin away, who stopped at the door to the captain's quarters with their heads tilted back.
"Treatment time! Roronoa is very ill!" he explained and pushed the two of them down the corridor. He couldn't understand why the two of them seemed to find this hilarious and burst out laughing.
But innocent as the bear was, he had no idea what really went on behind closed doors.
"Sick, huh!" snorted the swordsman in a huff and wanted to slit the other's throat when he laughingly shoved the muzzle back between his lips.
"Hm, I could have also told him that you were chained up and hanging from my ceiling to be whipped, Zoro-ya!" the tattooed man cooed smugly, ignoring the pirate hunter's disapproving growl.
"Shall we proceed with the treatment?"
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I am not really good with backgrounds..so just ignore it...
But this scene really stuck to mind for a few weeks now. 🤫😶‍🌫️
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transvegansurvivor · 2 years
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Just a note about psychiatric hospital stays.
I think people who haven’t ever been before often misunderstand the purpose of a psychiatric hospital stay. I think people tend to think it is a place to go to get treatment, but it isn’t. 
Psychiatric hospital stays have one purpose--stabilization. They are not meant to provide long term treatment. They are meant for people in an acute crisis situation who cannot be safe on their own. They will keep you there only long enough to get you out of that crisis.
If you are looking for long term treatment and think you need a higher level of care than individual or group outpatient therapy, what you want to look for is Residential treatment. 
Inpatient (psych hospital) stays are usually between 3 and 14 days long at most. Residential stays are usually months long. Inpatient may or may not offer group therapy sessions. Residential will give you group therapy, process groups, individual therapy, psychiatry, and maybe more (like equine or art therapy). 
There are also other levels of care, such as partial hospitalization (PHP--think day program) and intensive outpatient (IOP--think lots of group therapy). 
Psych hospitals serve a very specific purpose and (although your milage may vary) are somewhat good at that one thing--keeping you physically safe in a time of crisis. But if you want actual treatment, you are probably not going to get it there. 
If you are in crisis and cannot keep yourself safe, by all means go to the ER! But if you are just desperate for longer term treatment that will help you get your life together and feel better long term, look into residential, PHP, or IOP. 
Good luck! Stay safe!
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thebrickdwarf · 7 months
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Prescription: Skullzac 20 mg x 3
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