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#tw: doctors
batwynn · 9 months
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I finally get to try a different medication for ADHD via my NP primary care because I explained to her that I’m weeks behind on work, but also I literally have an autoimmune disease that causes open wounds that need frequent care and guess what executive dysfunction and memory problems make really hard to do?
I love having to beg for help using the most extreme versions of my problems via ADHD because my regular day comfort and being able to function just don’t matter.
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crunchyluigi · 7 months
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I exist once more to give you a personal update
Mention of Injections so if you don’t want to read this, that is completely okay 💚💚
Also does this count as a Thunderfam SOS?
(Is not sure if she’s actually allowed to count it as one, since she invalidates herself too much)
Im gonna get a cold soon and I know it because of my joints sounding like one of Virgil’s glow sticks whenever I move, it happened shortly before I got Covid so-
Also my kneecaps have shifted around so much just very slightly, my right knee in particular has shifted slightly downwards so it now causes issues for me to walk, gotta love being hypermobile
Also guess who’s about to go get double jabbed in a few hours and then go to a Saturday club thing straight after
Not helping that for multiple reasons:
1. I hate injections with a passion and they scare me
2. I have to go to my local health centre and my anxiety and fear of injections and doctors really does not help at all
3. The last time I had a injection, I almost blacked out due to my extreme anxiety and I swear if it happens again then I’m fucking terrified that if I actually do black out then I’ll wake up in a hospital or something and again, fear of Doctors/hospitals really won’t help out here
I really need my emotional support tiny lumberjack or my ‘bird Virg for today
(Or even Scott 2.0 if he’s reading this post since he adopted me in the RP lol bless him)
Also woah I really went off here, sorry for the rambling lol, I should sleep
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lithiumrev · 7 months
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the place im supposed to have my shunt implanted got back with us…. i have an appointment next wednesday. packing extra stuff in the case they decide to admit me and go ahead and do the surgery. id be lying if i said i wasnt nervous… sure, itll be nice to have some relief but… idk. its terrifying. on one hand ill feel better, but on the other? idk. ive lived my life like this for so long. its going to be weird.
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maceofpentacles · 1 year
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hiiii i’m in the waiting room for my first of two doctors appointments today
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etherealcritter · 4 months
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so, im fairly new to the circus that is trying to get a diagnosis for a chronic illness in the United States, meaning that what im about to express should be taken with a grain of salt because im still finding my way around online communities there. but something i haven't seen a whole lot of discussion around is just how... shitty it is to go through discomfort and even pain, on purpose, for the sake of a diagnosis.
and don't get me wrong, so many chronic illnesses require a diagnosis of exclusion so *not* doing these tests, like pulmonary function tests and transvaginal ultrasounds - of which I have recently had both - isn't an option. but what's really difficult is going through these appointments and not having that suffering acknowledged by the person administering them.
(less so with the ultrasound, but... Still.)
sitting in an enclosed space and having to force my lungs into excruciating exertion and having to stop the test so i can cry about how much it hurts and how psychologically draining it is, that's one thing. but the nurse just sitting there waiting patiently for me to finish, and then the pulmonologist offering no reaction whatsoever when i expressed how painful the test was - it's not just me, right? some sympathy would have been appreciated?
and i know, doctors and nurses are understaffed and overworked, im not asking for a therapy session here. but it feels like normal test results completely nullify any suffering a patient has to go through to get them. not to mention the despair of sitting there, wheezing through burning lungs, and having a doctor tell you, "your lungs are functioning just fine." that in itself ive seen a lot of, the rage that comes with not feeling seen or heard because the numbers on a chart tell a different story than the one told by the body.
but what about the loneliness? what about sitting with gel slippery between your legs and crying from the feeling of being invaded, probed and prodded to the point of pain, just to get a better look at your insides? what about sitting in a pulmonologist's office with tears still wet on your face while a doctor smiles and says everything looks normal?
this is just as bad as denying a patient is in pain during an actual procedure that should be done with pain management (looking at you, gynecologists). this is one human being looking at another, seeing their distress, and not even offering a kind word to let them know that they're seen, they're heard, their suffering is acknowledged. if we're going to be ignored for chronic distress, can't we at least have a little compassion for the acute?
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juneknight · 2 years
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Matchmaker!Marc who is constantly trying to convince Steven to flirt. I imagine Steve acquiring some injury—maybe he knocked into the cart outside his apartment building’s door and needs a few stitches. The doctor who comes in to patch him up has Steven’s heart pounding and palms sweating, and every reflective surface is just Marc: Make a move, Steven. Ask for their number, Steven. Fake a heart attack, Steven.
“They’re working,” Steven mutters.
Cute!Doctor pausing to blink up at him from their stitching like: “I sure hope they are, they’re premium synthetic polymer fibers.”
“Oh, yes, of course. I wouldn’t doubt the quality of your…fibers…I mean to say, you’re the expert, aren’t you?”
Marc with his head in his hands when cute!doctor raises a brow and asks, “You didn’t hit your head on that cart, did you? Should I check you for a concussion?”
Yes!
“Yes—”
“Yes?”
“I mean, no!”
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winterstaryu · 7 months
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If I had a dollar for everytime I heard some form of 'lose weight' at the doctor's today I might actually be able to pay my medical bills.
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"Faint"
ABLATION  ;  TO BREAK COMPOUND
 Faint, between the lines- margin, marginalized.
Cut and cornered and burnt and smashed.
 The Idea itself, a faint one- lingering, not growing nor shrinking nor fading nor gaining.
 It holds steady, aching in the background: a pulsing throb, a shooting shock.
 The mirror holds steady, even when smashed- eyes linger, staring into the crowd and observing, constant- forever.
 Endless gawking and forceful gazes, not unnoticed by the crowd- fervent aching, longing, yearning-
 Is it empathy or is it fetish?
A Noncompliant disregard for all things held with no regard
I hate you, despise you- find you longing in denial, a fetid rotted thing or change long waited for...
   YOU HAVE TWISTED MY EMPATHY.
I WISH FOR ABLATION.
TO BURN, TO CUT, TO WARP YOU AWAY... TO TURN BACK.
THE ROAD IS CRUMBLED LONG BEHIND ME.
THERE IS NO MORE OTHER.
HOW CAN I GET BACK TO YOU.
WHEN YOU WERE NEVER THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?
   "I won't be ignored", it cries fervently.
"You can't turn your back on me"- Compound weeps, mirrored tears taken from the crowd, the lust for weeping grows deeper within.
The systems cry out in similarity, A complex cascading through biology, biology inflicted with the sin of psychology.
 I CAN'T FEEL THE WAY I DID BEFORE
YOU CAN'T BE IGNORED
YOU HAVE FORCED MY MIND, MY ACTION.
YOUR FACE HAS CHANGED AGAIN-
FIRST THE "DIGNITY FRONT", THEN THE "ARCHIVIST YEARN", NOW "COMPOUND"
 ...
 HOW CAN I REMOVE THAT WHICH IS ME?
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foolstemper · 1 year
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Tw: I’m gonna mention something about my experiences with gynecologists bc of a fucking tiktok lol
I know and understand why someone would prefer a female gynecologist, I do, but to say male doctors should be banned from gynecology disturbs me to my core. I get why people feel that way but also that’s so fucking stupid to force on everyone.
My last gynecologist was male and if I had to continue getting pelvic exams (I don’t - he fought and got me a hysto when I was idk 26), I would follow him to the gates of fucking hell. He was great.
Meanwhile, the only female gynecologist I ever had was so terrible and it hurt so bad that my skin crawls at the idea of going back to a female gynecologist sometimes. I know that’s stupid, but she was just. She was comically terrible and ignored every safety and comfort request i made. So. To me. It feels like, y’know, find a doctor who meets your requirements but don’t take options away from everyone else.
If you need a doctor of a specific identity, more power to ya. I just want a doctor I can trust, who is kind, respectful, and won’t make me fucking bleed, laugh and say, “us girls have been doing this for a long time, you’ll live!” (I’m not a girl, i fucking tore and bled everywhere. See: comically terrible).
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batwynn · 3 months
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Welp. Doctor doesn’t want to use any of the mast cell stabilizing meds because of mood side effects (?) and there’s no where to go for a skin prick tests or anything further because I live in a rural shithole so that’s that.
Allergic reactions to everything and overdosing on antihistamines forever it seems. Gonna get married to the Hat Man and his million spider babies.
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superbattrash · 2 years
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hello!! re: your post about an infected lip
so if you know it's an infection, taking an antibiotic is your best course of action! Taking something Amoxycillin is better, but if it hurts, then Ibuprofen or Paracetamol can help. Usually, antibiotics need a 550/650 mg dose twice a day, or a 1.2g dose once a day. The avg approx is 650 twice a day.
I don't know international brands for meds, so I've just gone with the main ingredients. You should also clean your lip if possible, to make sure there's no pus or anything else icky that could make the wound worse.
🥺 hi anon <3
I don’t know any other place where I wouldn’t be ridiculed before getting any advice besides on here. Thank you so much for your care and thoughts. You honestly sound smarter than the doctor I FINALLY got to speak to, lol.
I got a prescription (yay) because it’s a certain type of infection I’ve had before, I’ve just never in my life had my lip swell to the size where I start lisping and can’t close my mouth XD
I’ve got antibiotic cream and then the proper pills too (gotta take them for 5 days), so I’m hoping it’ll be a quick and painless cure 🤞🏼✨
Again, thank you so much for taking the time to write all of this, it really means the world to me that you guys care 🥺❤️
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prince-kyloren · 2 years
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Mini Rant to Get My Anxiety Out
Recently I learned that floaters in the eye are NOT normal, they can be caused from trauma, and back a few years ago I had been in a car wreck that may have caused it. They can also be from an auto immune disease that i am rapidly showing signs for that runs in my family. On top of it, I’ve recently been experiencing sudden vision loss, pain in my eyes, and the floaters are increasing, so I have a eye doctors appointment Monday. I’m hoping I’m wrong in saying that it’s because of the auto immune disease, but I’m so scared because through my lineage, with each generation it gets more severe, and one of the severe symptoms is vision loss/issues, and all my symptoms are right on the nose.
Anyways, fingers crossed everything will be okay, but fuck I’m scared. I used to have such good vision, and this has been such a quick and sudden decline 😕
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maceofpentacles · 1 year
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i want to talk to my doctor about chronic fatigue syndrome but i know that woman will never take me seriously
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patroclusdefencesquad · 5 months
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no one does it like him any more
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cowboylexapro · 2 months
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look at my doctors dawg im gonna die
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brotha-lamp · 3 months
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I’ve run out of food again and had to eat something I know will set off a histamine reaction even though I’ve been trying so hard to empty the “histamine bucket” thing. 😭 My throat already started itching.
I genuinely don’t understand how my doctor thinks my mood POSSIBLY being low from a medication that keeps me from possibly dying from fucking anaphylactic shock is better than maybe dying??? Never mind the fact that they won’t even give me a script for an epipen. At this point I’m 100% sure this doctor only sees me as a problem they want to go away.
Like, death. Or depression. One seems more dangerous for me right now than the other. But I guess because I’m fat that just not eating is ok, right? 🙃
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