Just want to take a moment to check in with those of you who have been following me all of this time. I’m incredibly sorry for not being able to keep up with this blog as of late. It’s especially unfair to those of you with unanswered asks in my message box.
2021 has genuinely been the worst year of my adult life. First, I injured my knee halfway into January while working out in an attempt to live healthier physically and mentally. I am still injured with no end in sight. I spend all of my time inside sitting on my couch, unable to do much without feeling the pain. Despite how much I’ve rested my injury, it continues to get worse. I will likely need to get surgery, but my doctor has been dragging his feet so much that he hasn’t even confirmed or denied that yet. My house and mental well being are chaos as a result. I have been living the same day every day for 7+ months now and I still have no light at the end of the tunnel.
Then March rolled around, and my dog suddenly fell incredibly ill with no prior indication of a problem. He got better after taking some medication, had a very positive week following that, and suddenly passed away immediately after that. I never got to walk him again this year because of my injury. I had been dreaming of taking him to enjoy the botanical gardens since we got him last year, but then covid hit and then my injury. I have so much regret and I still blame myself.
I tried to get some help with my mental illness and wanted to see someone who specializes in childhood trauma. They are incredibly close by and well rated online. I never received a response from them, sadly. The military won’t pay me the disability I’m owed because I don’t have a proper diagnosis (despite being on antidepressants since 2015), but I can’t get a proper diagnosis if I can’t be seen. I also think I have untreated ADHD. It runs in my family and I have such incredibly bad executive disfunction that I have a breakdown over it every couple of days now that I’m trapped at home.
I visited home. And of course, I saw my abuser. My mom watches his child and talks to him regularly despite knowing that he’s abused me. The only thing he said to me was “sup?” I don’t know what to do with my family life any more. They clearly aren’t willing to cut my brother out of the family and nobody understands why I have a grudge against him because I don’t feel comfortable divulging my trauma to every single member of my family. It was traumatic enough the first time when my other brother was caught and I was questioned about it constantly for months.
My most recent stressor is that my husband may need to leave his job in the near future. I have no savings and am not currently in a physical condition where I can easily work. I’m worried that we won’t be able to make ends meet anymore and I find it incredibly stressful. At the same time though, I don’t want to express this to him because I don’t want him to stay at a job he’s miserable with. I’m just afraid of all the uncertainty that would arise
I am incredibly lucky to have such an understanding and supportive husband and a sweet little cat who spends her days with me, but this has been one of the most exhausting years of my life and words cannot even begin to describe how frustrated I am.
Sorry for the rant, but I just wanted to give you guys some insight. I’m sorry for letting you all down, but I’m just not strong enough to continue facing my trauma right now. It’s not for lack of caring. I would like to recommend some other trauma blogs to help you guys until I can figuratively and literally get back on my feet again:
After an ambush, Barok van Zieks and his amnestic apprentice make their way to a nearby hospital to treat their wounds. What they find is possibly a better treatment for the apprentice’s amnesia and lingering feelings that begin to bloom between the two of them.
Why no, Kazuma has most certainly NOT been picking fights with people, what makes you think that? (It’s okay though, Barok will help to kiss it all better <3) @asobaroweek
Note: I headcanon Lord van Zieks as left-handed, so here, I thought, I could show Asogi helping his mentor out with some paperwork after Barok injured his arm in some way.
me as i post this snippet ive been sitting on for five days: i have no idea what you’re talking about
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“Don’tfucking fall asleep,” Bakugou growls, and Izuku winces at the feeling of fingernails digging painfully into his skin. “I swear to god if I have to—”
“Kacchan, t-that hurts.”
Bakugou flinches like he’s been struck, and the pricks of pain ease. In the dim half-light, he can see the uneasy look on Bakugou’s face. “Yeah, well tough. It’s keeping you awake, so fucking deal with it.”
Is it just him, or is there something incongruous between Bakugou’s words and actions? Izuku’s lips tug in a frown as he churns over this new revelation. “But you—”
“Talk about something,” Bakugou interrupts gruffly. “Just— I dunno, whatever. Shit, it’s like the only thing you’re sort of good at anyway.”
Which is blatantly untrue, Izuku thinks with a flash of annoyance. He’s good at being a hero— he has to be good at being a hero, or else all the effort he’s put into this will be wasted, and he’s not about to let All Might down like that. That Bakugou is sitting here, unharmed instead of crushed between two layers of rock— while Izuku lays slowly bleeding at his feet— is all the evidence he needs.
Izuku licks his lips. They’re starting to go numb, and it makes forming words difficult. His tongue fumbles when he goes to speak; slurring the words together. “Like— like what?”
“I don’t care,” Bakugou says shortly. “One of your stupid battle analyses, for all I give a crap.”
“You— you’ve n-never been interested before—” Izuku starts, but Bakugou’s dark look silences him before he can finish the thought.
“You think I’m actually interested now? I don’t give a shit about your shitty notes or whatever, I just need you to keep talking so you don’t fall asleep and die.”
Izuku gulps, and a muscle spasms in his leg; he chokes back the strangled sound that threatens to rise up, hoping Bakugou won’t notice the tears forming in his eyes.
From the hot glare Bakugou shoots him, he’s not that lucky.
“R-right.” Izuku licks his lips again, casting his gazes at the flickering shadows on the wall. Anything to avoid the almost accusing look on Bakugou’s face. “Um, w-well, there was that battle between Kamui Woods and the villain with a monster quirk, and it gave me s-some ideas for if we ever went up against that—”
Izuku runs through dozens of simulations, letting his mind slide seamlessly into the dissection of each potential battle, analyzing the different Quirks and challenges associated with countering them, throwing in references to his own classmates just for the hell of it. Bakugou doesn’t comment beyond a few grunts that are probably supposed to be encouraging, but Izuku isn’t bothered. It’s easy to keep going once he gets started, and since Bakugou isn’t cutting him off with half-snarled insults or an explosive palm to the face, Izuku can carry on uninterrupted.
He talks until his throat’s dry and his lips are chapped, and its only when he finally pauses to swallow that he notices just how tired he is. The words peter off into silence, and if Izuku wasn’t already being propped up by Bakugou, he’d have sunk to the ground a long time ago.
Maybe it’s the unique combination of blood loss and running obsessively through battle simulations, but Izuku’s mind reels back to the slime villain encounter six months before UA’s entrance exam. Izuku knows this heavy exhaustion that weighs his limbs. He’s felt it before.
It strikes him with raw bluntness: he’s dying. He actually might die today.
Izuku’s breath hitches, and he has to close his eyes against the sharp ache blooming in his chest.
“’M fine,” Izuku mumbles past trembling lips. He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince.
“Open your damn eyes, Deku.”
Izuku opens his eyes. Water leaks from them, and he clenches his teeth past the chattering that racks his jaw. He’s so cold. Where iseverybody?
“Probably figuring out a way to get us out of here without bringing the rest of the place down,” Bakugou replies without his usual harshness, which is jarring enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he apparently said that out loud.
Izuku stares at him. What little he can see of Bakugou’s face is pinched together, forming a deep crease between his eyebrows. It’s different from the patented Bakugou Scowl™ in that it isn’t directed at him, but at the tiny vent in the rock letting in their wavering source of light and oxygen; it’s less hostile and more considering, more—
In light of events tonight here is a PSA, when applying a tourniquet it goes above the injury. Number fucking one. If you put it below it does nothing.
One: ABOVE THE INJURY.
Secondly, if you’re going to place a tourniquet and have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, place it as close to the torso as you can. There are places on the arms and legs that will impede the function of a tourniquet if placed there. Like the elbow. Or the knee. Just a for instance. And places where there are only one bone make it easier to stop the bleeding, like the thigh or upper arm, because the bones can get in the way.
And yes, yes I know why you put it close, you don’t want the patient to lose part of their arm/leg etc, but here’s the thing, if it’s not at least 10 cm away from the injury it may not do much.
Therefore, in an emergency, put it as close as possible to the torso, then put pressure (an ungodly amount of pressure) on said injury. I don’t care if they’re screaming at you in pain.
That also goes for said tourniquet, leading to point number three.
Number three: if they’re not screaming at you that it’s too tight, it’s not tight enough. The purpose of a tourniquet is to stop an arterial bleed, therefore you must stop the pulse in that limb. Which means if they get to the hospital and I can still palpate a fucking pulse below the tourniquet, the tourniquet isn’t doing its job and the patient is still bleeding out.
Number 4: most people don’t need a tourniquet. If the injury is not spurring blood, aka actively coating walls or floor, or they don’t have a puddle around them the side of at least a spilled liter of soda/coke, pressure is probably better for the injury.
Number 5: if you put it on there, make sure you mark the time of placement. If it’s on for too long and it’s placed properly then the limb isn’t getting blood supply, which means it’s slowly dying, it’s a little important to know how long it’s been on there.
In 1920, Buster Keaton suffered a broken ankle filming a sequence with the moving staircase he built for The Electric House. Production was stopped while he recovered, and the movie was restarted from scratch in 1922. No footage from the original production is known to survive.
Sorry, but we’re going to do an ‘Actually…“
Actually it was not a broken ankle but very badly torn tendons/ligaments however the injury did require a cast & weeks of rest.
[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood on a muted green background. Jon is lit with orange with a purple under-light, and Martin is lit with yellow with a teal under-light. Their clothes are all partly tattered and torn, with rips and patches.
Jon is a short, thin, Arab man with brown eyes and brown skin covered in various scars, including a burn across the side of his face that disrupts his beard. He has long, curly white hair half-pulled back in a bun with stripes of black tape coming out of it and a beard to match. He has half-moon glasses on a green beaded chain and a small stud earring, and is wearing a black turtleneck, green sweater, long brown coat, dark jeans with red knee patches, purple boots, and red fingerless gloves. He is holding onto the straps of a brown backpack and looking sadly towards the viewer. His right leg is wrapped in bloody bandages and the pantleg is torn.
Martin is a tall, fat, white man with brown eyes, freckles, a tooth gap, and bright red hair with white streaks pulled into a low ponytail with a beard to match. He has round gold glasses and gold stud earrings, and is wearing a blue sweater, a yellow striped scarf, a light blue denim hoodie, cuffed blue jeans with large rips on the thighs and colorful patches on the knees, blue socks, red sneakers, and blue and red striped fingerless gloves. He’s also wearing a dark grey backpack with a sleeping bag tied to it, and he is looking uncertainly off into the distance holding his hands in a t-rex position. He has a bloody bandage taped to his throat. end ID]
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kept forgetting about this one. i had started it during my pre-finale-anniversary relisten and just. never completely finished it. here it is. here they are. enjoy the thems
So I was meeting a friend after I’d been for drinks at a wine bar in sanjou with a girlfriend. I wasn’t drunk or anything but we’d had about two bottles between us. So my other friend - let’s call him K - was coming to pick me up on his motorbike which is an american style so he was waiting for me outside a conbini.
So I’ve ridden bikes before so many times. So I make to sit on the back and the muffler on that bike was much higher up than any other I’ve ridden before. Me being a total clutz my bare leg got completely stuck to the burning hot exhaust pipe (after K had been doing over 100kmp/h just 5 minutes ago). I figured it was nothing so didn’t look at my leg for about ten minutes but then noticed my entire right leg was like shaking violently.
And then I saw the gross giant blister that was already there. Second degree burns woohoo! This was three days ago and unfortunately I was scared to wash it or do anything for two days but yesterday I literally could walk anymore so I went to the dermatologist.
He said it should heal in two months and probably no scarring but pigmentation that will fade over time. Also there was some damage to minor veins in my leg so that’s why I can’t put any pressure on it (I.e walk properly) without severe pain. I want crutches for the first time in my life haha.
I would upload a picture but it’s too gross.
I doubt you guys wanna see that.
Anyway K has been helping me out- took me to the doctor/ brought me to yakiniku in a taxi (lol that made me feel better) / helping around the house. Unfortunately he’s going to Tokyo on Monday to continue his job hunting interviews but will be back by Tuesday.
Maybe you’ve heard, in a recent interview actor Michael Douglas claimed that his throat cancer was caused by oral sex, something that a lot of people immediately wrote off as “crazy talk”. But, for theInjury-Duty faithfuls, you all might recall an article we published back in August of 2012 titled: “Herpes Isn’t The Only Oral STD You Should Be Concerned About”.
In that article we shared with you that the Human papillomavirusorHPV (a virus proven to be linked to cervical cancer in women) is believe to play a significant roll in the increasing number of people developing oral (mouth/throat) cancer.
So, as much as we’d like to ride Mr. Douglas for being just another aging Hollwywood celeb gone wack-a-doo, he’s actually not saying anything all that nutty (something that the reporter conducting the interview obviously felt when he started laughing after Douglas said what he did). Now, does this mean that his particular case of throat cancer was in fact caused by HPV? We’d obviously have no way of confirming nor denying that claim without seeing the test results for ourselves. But, according to researchers and doctors in the field, is it possible, yes.
This all kind of makes you feel bad for his wife (Catherine Zeta-Jones) doesn’t it? Because, if she doesn’t have HPV then who… ah you know what, we don’t want to kick up anymore dust for the guy. Here’s the audio clip of Douglas nonchalantly sharing his health news with a reporter (click here). If you’re unable to check out the audio, here’s what he had to say:
“Without getting too specific, this particular cancer is caused by something called HPV, which actually comes about from cunnilingus.”
Well, to all the fellas who have been looking for that ironclad excuse to not go downtown… this one might buy you some time.
