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This Moment, when you're the third person on the Car and your colleagues forget about you.

Snippet #4.01

TW: description of wounds, use of medical equipment

“As fascinated as I am watching you work with this kind of expertise, I am curious as to how you know to stich someone up so professionally. Do you work for Hero, or Superhero perhaps?”

’Twas but an awkward situation, that one. Supervillain had been in the process of fleeing leaving a fight downtown between a few of the city’s biggest and brightest supers on both sides. When they had taken to the air, they didn’t realize how bad their injuries had been. Their vision turned black within moments- and miraculously -Supervillain crash landed on a balcony instead of plummeting to their untimely demise. When they came to hours later, they had been brought indoors and set on a couch, apparently owned by this civilian.

The supervillain had been surprised. This person had an opportunity to do anything. Call the cops, flag down a hero, even unmask them. But they hadn’t. And since Supervillain considered themself as a slow-to-destruction kind of person, the civilian wouldn’t be killed on sight.

Then Supervillain noticed their injuries, treated and either bandaged or stitched, save one rather nasty gash over their ribs.

And it was only after that did they noticed the civilian crouched on the floor. Frozen in place, holding a string-like fiber and a hooked needle in their clutches. This civilian was not normal, that was for certain.

Said civilian, now, shrugged and continued their work. “I don’t work for any super in this city. Maybe once however, I was a super living in a different city. It would have been years ago, obviously. I would have learned how to use sutures to patch myself up because it was the only way I could survive, because there was no one I could go to for help,” They paused to look them in the eye.

Or maybe,” They tugged the thread a little too harshly, getting a hiss out of the supervillain. “I’m a paramedic who does this kind of procedure nearly every day, because ya’know, it’s my job.” They tied the last knot and set the hook-like needle down.

“Speaking of going to some one for help, stitches should come out in two weeks. I assume one of your villain friends can help you with that?” The civilian helped Supervillain to their feet before leaving them in favor of cleaning their equipment.

Supervillain didn’t acknowledge them as they made their way to the balcony, testing their flight abilities and then leaping off the fourteen-story balcony ledge. Today must’ve been their lucky day.

Part 2

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Pilot

Dzień jak codzień z życia strażaka, studenta, ratownika, barmana, legionisty... No w sumie po prostu z mojego życia Czyli jak przeżyć wykłady z anatomii prawidłowej? Nie da się. Serio. To nie jest żart. Nie da się tego zrobić, a napewno nie po zarwanej nocce na nauce właśnie anatomii prawidłowej, bo człowiek spodziewa się wejściówki, a okazuje się, że będzie dopiero za tydzień na zajęciach w Mordorze. (do medycznego Mordoru jeszcze dojdziemy). Pomijając spędzenie całego dnia wcześniejszego i jeszcze poprzedniego na wykładach od siódmej do dwudziestej. Nie odbierajcie tego jako narzekanie. W żadnym wypadku. Widziałem plany zajęć innych kierunków i grup - wiem, żę mogło być gorzej. Chociaż okna między wykładami, które są za krótkie, aby pojechać do domu i za długie, aby siedzieć pod salą wykładową nie ustawiają człowieka w żaden sposób. Starajmy się jednak szukać pozytywów na tym pięknym wykładzie o godzinie siódmej trzydzieści rano, u największego diabła, który sam o sobie mówi, że "zło nigdy nie śpi". Takowych pozytywów nie ma. Przysięgam, że szukałem. Niestety podczas analizy wiązań między kręgami szyjnymi, około czterdziestej minuty wykładu, poddałem się. A wykład do dziesiątej trzydzieści. Podobno jednak wytrzymałem bardzo długo jak na tyle godzin na nogach - mój organizm musi mieć mnie za niezłego dupka. Nieszczęśliwie trzy flat whitey i obiad zamiast śniadania nie rozbudziły mnie na tyle, aby wytrzymać całe zajęcia. Nie będę wspominał o polepszeniu skupienia, które zdaje się, że usiadało w tylnych rzędach i postanowiło uciąć sobie drzemkę. Przy pierwszej godzinie wykładu moja głowa kiwała się jak hawajska laleczka na kokpicie osobówki przy jeździe po "kocich łbach". Powieki z sekundy na sekundę robiły się ciężkie, jak z ołowiu. Zdecydowanie nie chcielibyście, aby na urwanym filmie zobaczył was wykładowca, który na całej uczelni uchodzi za największego kutasa i jest cięty dosłownie na wszystko co żyje.

Broken Hearts Club [Kelly Severide]

Description: Kelly Severide has made Y/N an official member of the Broken Hearts Club.

Warnings: Cheating, Cursing (are we surprised? no. ok.)

Y/N and Kelly had been dating for a year before Stella Kidd showed up. Stella was a absolute goddess. Beautiful hair, perfect smile, amazing personality and excellent firefighter skills. What was there not to love? Kelly obviously took notice of her, and even started to hang out with her instead of his girlfriend.

Y/N thought it might've been because she was new, and she was a firefighter, instead of a paramedic like Y/N, so they had plenty in common, but when Kelly started canceling on Y/N she grew suspicious.

Gabby and Y/N had gone out for drinks one night after they got off work. Gabby had a falling out with Matt, and she was currently staying with Y/N, so they figured they’d go get dinner and drinks together. Y/N was supposed to have dinner with Kelly, but of course, he canceled last minute.

"I heard Ambo 52 had a guy with a python biting his arm and it wrapped around his arm. Kristy and Zach were too afraid to touch the snake." Gabby says as they walk down the sidewalk. Y/N briefly chuckles at the story before going back to her somber mood. Gabby turns her head towards Y/N and her heart breaks for her. She knew how much Y/N loved Kelly, but she also knew how much of an asshole he'd been the past two months. "Hey, why don't we stop by and see Severide. He said he had to help Kidd with something at Molly's right?" Y/N nods.

"Yeah. Something about fixing the wall and shelves, or hanging shelves on the wall? I'm not sure. The phone call only lasted like forty seconds."

"Then let's go." Gabby says and loops her arm with Y/N's before heading towards Molly's.

§§§

Once they make it to the bar, they say hello to everyone they know before heading over to Otis.

"Hey Otis." Y/N says.

"Hey guys, what's up." He replies as he cleans a glass.

"We stopped by to see Severide, any idea where he is?" Gabby asks as she sits on a barstool.

"He should be in the back putting up a shelf. He asked Stella to hold it up for him." Otis says and nods his head to the back room. Y/N nods.

"Ok, can I have four beers?" She passes him a twenty dollar bill and Otis grabs four beers for her. "I'm going to take one to Kelly and Stella. I'll be back." Y/N grabs two beers and starts walking to the back.

She enters the hallway and notices that she can't hear any voices, or tools. She thought they might be concentrating, trying to get the shelf level, or they aren't even back there.

She couldn't have been any more wrong.

She steps in the open doorway and looks at the sight in front of her. Kelly has Stella pinned up against the wall, their lips pressed together. Once her head catches up with her eyes, she drops the beers and gasps. Stella pulls away and catches Y/N's eyes.

"Kel-Kelly." By time he pulled away, Y/N had already turned around and started towards the bar. She grabs the beer she ordered and walks out the door before anyone can ask her anything.

Kelly runs down the hall and meets Gabby and Otis' confused faces. When Gabby sees Kelly's appearance she immediately knows what's going on.

"Where'd she go?" Kelly asks. Gabby stands up and moves in his way.

"Just stop. I think you've done enough." Then Gabby grabs her beer and follows Y/N out the door.

Kelly watches as the door slams shut. He knew he fucked up when he saw the look on Gabby's face.

"Damnit!" He yells and kicks a barstool before turning back and going down the hall.

§§§

Gabby sat down next to Y/N on the curb. She took one look at her eyes and immediately knew how much this has hurt her. Mentally and emotionally. They sit there in silence while tears roll down Y/N's face.

"I thought he loved me." Y/N sobs. Gabby wraps her arm around Y/N and lets her lean her head on her shoulder.

Welcome to the Broken Hearts Club Y/N.