This is part of the Halloween bags I did. I went to my GP & into A&E wearing this and they all laughed ffs 😂😂 Anyway.. UPDATE! I’m going down to CT today to try and have my abscess drained! (They’ll numb the area and then stick a needle in to try and drain it). Obviously I’m still in excruciating pain but this is such good news. They’re trying their very best to avoid surgery because once again, I’ve been told by another surgeon that my insides are a ‘mess’ 😂 If it comes to surgery then they said they’ll have to get rid of the abscess, take away my STOMA, cut out my strictured bowel because a strictureplasty isn’t a good idea with all the infection & form a NEW Stoma on my left side!!!! NOOO they can’t get rid of Ed 😩😩 I’m very very upset about this because my Stoma is in the perfect position & it’s the perfect size & length! And also my tattoo will be covered and that’s very upsetting 😭 They’re trying their very very best to avoid surgery.. So I ask everyone to PLEASE cross their fingers and hope that this CT draining will work & there will be no need for surgery. I don’t want to get rid of my poor Shit 'Ed, were not ready to separate 💔 #crohns #crohnsdisease #crohnsandcolitis #colitis #ulcerativecolitis #crohnsandcolitis #ibd #inflammatoryboweldisease #ileostomy #colostomy #ostomy #ostomybag #stoma #stomabag #chronicillness #spoonie #invisibleillness #bagart #ostomyart

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Two more of Liston’s famous operations:

2nd most famous case

As in the previous case, he was performing a rushed leg amputation, which he was known for being able to complete in under 2.5 minutes. Unfortunately, he was so enthusiastic that he also amputated the patient’s testicles.

3rd most famous case:

While arguing with his house-surgeon about whether a red, pulsating tumor in a little boy’s neck was a skin abscess or a dangerous aneurism of the carotid artery, Liston said: “Pooh! Whoever heard of an aneurism in one so young?” Then he whipped a knife out of his pocket and lanced it open. According to the houseman, “Out leaped arterial blood, and the boy fell.”



A tabby called Nutmeg is thought to be the world’s oldest cat. He turned up on his owners’ doorstep as a stray 26 years ago, where they took him to the vets to treat an infected abscess on his neck. The vets determined that he was at least 5 years old. His owners, Liz and Ian Finlay said: “We celebrate his birthday in March every year, because that’s the month we found him in 1990.” In order to qualify for the Guinness Records, owners have to be able to verify their cats’ ages with documentation…which may prove impossible considering Nutmeg was a stray.

However, it can be verified that Nutmeg was a fully matured adult (18 months old) when he was found, making him at least 28 years old- enough to claim the title of the worlds oldest cat.

Oh, and his secret to longevity? A Sunday roast with his owners every week.

Curing vs Caring

“I want you to know, you made all the difference.  Your visits were the best part of my day.”

I smiled and wished her good luck in the future.  It was bittersweet to watch Jenni leave.  She had, after all, been in the hospital for 3 weeks at that point.  Like so many people I encounter, she had a run of bad luck.  While on vacation she woke up with left sided back pain.  She presented to a small community emergency department and was found to have a perinephric abscess, at which point she was transferred to my hospital. 

Even before I came on service, she and her husband were known for being “difficult.”  This is a word I despise in healthcare, because it is often inappropriately used.  Truly there are patients who are difficult for one reason or another, but these are actually quite rare.  More often I find that “difficult” patients are really misunderstood patients.  

From the first moment I met them I was assaulted with questions and concerns, which became the trend for our interactions.  She was, by nature, a high anxiety person and wanted constant updates on what we were doing.  Though this seemed frustrating to my colleagues, I was unfazed.  After the first couple days, I planned my rounding so that I could give her extra time.  I began to sit with her as we chatted.  Eventually I could see her anxiety melting when I was around.

Her hospital course was somewhat complicated.  She developed a sympathetic effusion from her abscess and required a chest tube.  The abscess, which we tried to drain percutaneously, eventually required surgery.  When it became apparent she might lose her kidney she requested to talk with me.

I held her hand as we talked through her fears.  I walked her through her options.  She cried, worried about the outcome.  It took lots of discussion but she agreed to the procedure and indeed lost her kidney in the process.

The woman who was “a difficult patient” was actually very pleasant.  In our time together we hypothesized over Rey’s future in Star Wars (is she a Skywalker??).  We jabbed each other about our favorite sports teams.  And she laughed as I joked about her leaning too much to the right after losing her left kidney.  

My role in her cure was relatively minor.  I was the 4th year med student, a sub-intern.  I did not prescribe a drug.  I did not perform a surgery.  I was barely part of her thorocentesis.  But my role in her care was substantial, and that made all the difference to her.  

I see curing and caring as two parts of a venn diagram - the best healthcare happens in the middle.  For Jenni, my role was caring, and that seemed to help. Honestly, between the two of us I think I got the most benefit from our interactions.  I was able to know a beautiful person and to learn from her pathology.  But more importantly I was able to better understand the complexities that patients bring with them.  

It is easy to feel insignificant as a med student, a glorified shadow with a stethoscope.  Jenni allowed me the opportunity to contribute to her care and allowed me to be significant.  As she bid me farewell I wanted to say she was the best part of my day too, because she truly was.  For all you med students out there struggling to understand your role, never forget about the caring.  You don’t need your medical license for that, and it really can change your entire clinical experience.    


Neurotoxoplasmosis, also know as cerebral toxoplasmosis, is an opportunistic infection, caused by the parasite Toxoplasma gondii, which typically affects patients with HIV/AIDS, and is the most common cause of cerebral abscess in these patients

Clinical presentation

In immunocompetent patients, acute encephalitis is extremely rare. Even in the immunocompromised symptoms are typically vague and indolent. Development of new neurological symptoms in these patients should raise high suspicion of cerebral toxoplasmosis.


Toxoplasma gondii is an intracellular parasite that infects birds and mammals. It’s definitive host is the cat and other Felidae species. Excretion of oocytes in its faecal content followed by human contaminated uncooked consumption can lead to human infection. In immunocompetent individuals, it primarily causes a subclinical or asymptomatic infection. In immunocompromised individuals (e.g. AIDS patients), toxoplasmosis is the most common cause of a brain abscess.

“I guess this is the first time in a video that I ever showed my arms since my arms had been scarred—cause my arms are pretty badly scarred. I guess people are always wondering so I might as well say that the way my arms got the way that they look was from abscesses, which came from shooting huge amounts of drugs. The results could have been a lot worse, so I’m happy to have the scars from a period of my life where I was living destructively just as a sign of what I’ve been through. And these days I’m being healthy, and taking care of my body is so important to me. But looking at it here it seems like my arms have gotten better since then…so that’s nice to see.” - John Frusciante in the making of the “Californication” music video [x]


hello everyone!! this is Bilbo!
((im so sorry i hate doing these things but i have no other options))
I moved into my house a little over a year ago, and the previous owner had left him here. I couldn’t bring him inside too often because my two cats that I already owned hated him and they got into fights, so he is our outside cat now. :)

Lately another stray has moved into the neighborhood and has been attacking him (they both still have their scallywags.)

Recently the attacks have gotten worse and he tore off a part of Bilbos face. That wound festered overnight and turned into a cat abscess
It is HUGE, its gaping, its bleeding, its pussing, and he is in a lot of pain.
I don’t want to post pictures, it’s very grotesque and he looks very ill. This wound is getting worse by the day and he’s developing a small fever.

It might cost 100-200$+ depending on what they have to help him with. I can barely afford to keep my own pets healthy (which they are), and I still struggle to pay my rent, I don’t have the money to help him and my husband and I are at a loss of what to do.

PLEASE consider helping Bilbo, he’s one of my best friends and the sweetest, kindest cat I have ever met. He does that little clicking meow thing instead of meowing :’(

Please donate to my paypal ( cpstraus @ gmail.com ) or click the button on my blog, so I can get him to the vet asap.

If you are not in the financial situation to help right now, please consider signal boosting. Thank you so so much.


As many of you who follow me may know about my rabbit Coco has dealing with a terrible abscess. At that time I asked for some donations to my paypal to help pay for the medication but i never ended up getting any

We have tried everything we could but it seems like the last resort is for it to be operated. The issue with that is it’s not as simple as it’s removal, he still needs to be on injectable antibiotics, painkillers, anesthesia, teeth trimming and a whole lot of other things to make sure it’s successful. And that this all adds up to over 1k$. I can’t pay for all this, but I also can’t leave my rabbit with a large bump that can explode any time that can probably cause his death.

Coco has been my rabbit for 9 years. I don’t want to lose him espcially over something that is extremely painful for him. PLEASE please donate if you can or reblog. I really hate doing this but I have really no choice in this situation. Thank you for reading and for donating/reblogging


R.I.P Francis II (d. 5 December 1560)

On 3 December an abscess formed in the king’s inner ear which spread to his brain and on 5 December he lost consciousness. Later that day he ‘rendered his soul to God’ […] Mary’s state was one of total collapse […]. She remained in heavy mourning in a black draped room lit only by candles, weeping inconsolably. […] On 8 December Giovanni Surian summed up her state for his master, the Doge of Venice: ’By degrees everyone will forget the death of the late king except the y o u n g  q u e e n, his widow’.

Roderick Graham { x }


Hello everyone,

Usually I am not the kind of person to do this, but this is a very difficult situation for myself and my family.

Our eldest cat, Orange Chicken, recently (about 3 weeks ago) began having trouble eating. We just returned from out of state (Thanksgiving with family) and found that she had lost about 5 lbs because she hasn’t been able to eat well.

After taking her to the vet, we found that she has an abscessed front canines tooth. The vet gave us an estimate of how much it will cost to get it pulled, but we are tight on funds right now and can’t afford the surgery.

I am reaching out on Tumblr with a Go Fund me link, which can be viewed here.

Even if you are unable to donate, we would very much appreciate you reblogging this post to get the word out. We would like to get the surgery done before the end of the year because the local vet has a discount on dental work in December. We would also like her to be out of pain as soon as possible.

Again, here is the link:

Go Fund Me

Thank you again.

-Rabbit / Tanner tibbyart

Just some friendly tips for future vet techs.....

1. Lunch will become a distant memory.
2. Your vet will throw you under the bus with clients…deal with it.
3. You will stab yourself with a needle. (Bonus points if it has lidocaine in it)
4. You will accidentally skin glue yourself to at least one animal.
5. Don’t lock your knees.
6. Keep your mouth closed when helping with an abscess.
7. Rubbing alcohol gets ink out of scrubs, hydrogen peroxide gets blood out.
8. Wear comfortable shoes.
9. Have a sense of humor…if you can’t laugh about it you will get an ulcer from it.
10. Clients are crazy…resist the urge to roll your eyes when taking history.
11. Your receptionists can make your day…or make your day hell.
12. Christmas is a magical time filled with sugary gifts from clients.
13. Those sugary gifts will disappear in ten seconds flat so get yours fast.
14. Never say the Q word (quiet) or slow.
15. Guard your pen like your life depends upon it.
16. People will ask for vet advice at the grocery store, the restaurant, Walmart…if you run into a client outside of work they will ask you vet advice.
17. Take responsibility for your mistakes.
18. There is the very real possibility your mistake will kill at least one animal during your career…learn from it and never do it again.
19. Wash your hands, wash your hands, wash your hands.
20. Become friends with the clinic cat.
21. You will have days when you can’t hit a vein, intibate a cat or place a catheter. We have all had those days. All of us.
22. Try to not cry during every euthanasia, it’s hard and sometimes certain ones hit us harder than others. But, your pain is not as acute as the owner. Sometimes they appreciate the tears…sometimes they don’t.
23. Have fun. Laugh. Tell dirty jokes (not around clients), get drunk (after work), vent, cry, and make memories.

Why didn’t I know about the danger zone on my face???

Like why didn’t anybody tell me what could happen if I pop a zit and get it infected when it’s in the danger zone???

Why am I just learning about this in medical school???

Like adults always say “Don’t pop zits it’s bad” but like they never give a specific reason.

Let me educate you if you do not know (because I had no clue) on what I have gathered so far (by no means am I an expert).

The danger zone is the triangle from the bridge of your nose down to the corners of your mouth. If you pop a zit there and it gets infected/abscesses, you could potentially end up with cavernous sinus thrombosis, meningitis or a brain abscess!! 

Just thank your cavernous sinus and the veins that run through it for making it able to spread easily. Also a bunch of the cranial nerves run through it which can also be messed up by an infection (cranial nerves III, IV, and VI and V1 and V2 of cranial nerve V). 

Here’s a little about cavernous sinus thrombosis if you are curious  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cavernous_sinus_thrombosis

Looks like anatomy is turning out to be useful already! Think twice about popping a zit! 

Indoor cats vs. outdoor cats.

It’s a huge debate between pretty much anyone that has any contact with cats: owners, vets, homeowners, wildlife managers, and so on. There have been many arguments given by both sides. Outdoor supporters often mention the cats’ need for outdoor enrichment. Indoor supporters fire back with safety and wildlife concerns.

I’m not going to go through the arguments. Instead, I’m going to tell you a few clinical experiences that resulted from cats being let outdoors.

First are the abscesses. There is no one experience that stands out, just the many, many people coming in with cats inappetant, lethargic, and oozing foul pus from a recent bite wound. And there would always be the same excuse: oh, but she’s so sweet, she never fights. Oh, he always runs away from other cats.

Doesn’t matter. Other outdoor cats don’t care how sweet another cat may be. Fights happen regardless, and cats are left with ugly abscesses that their owners then struggle to pay to treat.

And then there are the unexpected, unknown accidents.

Take the kitty brought in unable to stand, hind end covered in urine. Owners don’t know what happened. She’s always been indoor-outdoor, but last night, she just didn’t come back. This morning, they find her in their yard, meowing and unable to rise. They rush her in. On examination, she’s painful in her abdomen. Painful enough that I’m not comfortable palpating more than minimally without pain meds. And without doing some basic imaging. For all I know, palpating her will cause more damage.

She’s able to feel and move her hind legs, but won’t stand up. Her lungs sound harsh. Her abdomen feels swollen.

As is often the case in emergencies, the owners are tight on money. They do, however, have enough to at least let me take x-rays. So I do.

Kitty has a broken pelvis. That’s immediately obvious. The second huge finding is confusing at first, because I’ve never seen it before. After a minute of staring at the image and trying to come up with another reason for what I was seeing, I finally acknowledge that it was as bad as what it looks like: her bladder has herniated through her body wall. It is now outside her actual abdomen, buried under her skin in her fat. Which was why she can’t control her urination and is covered in urine. I shave her belly to better examine the area. Her abdomen is one giant bruise.

I relay the findings to the owners. My best guess is that she was hit by something. A car, likely. They tearfully tell me that she never goes in the road, that she must have gotten spooked by something and ran in by accident.

Well, all it took was one time. Because of finances and the aggressive treatment and surgery she would need, kitty is euthanized.

Another case, a different kitty: a woman comes in with her indoor-outdoor kitty who came home acting very strange last night. I do the exam. I watch kitty walk around. I watch him walk around some more. And I come to the conclusion that kitty is totally blind.

His eyes work. As in, the retinas are intact, the eyes can detect light, the pupils constrict when they should. The communication between eyes and brain is somehow compromised. Why? I have no idea. Does kitty have a head injury? A neurological disease or parasite? Did he get into something toxic? Does he have a brain tumor that has nothing to do with his outdoor adventure?

I have no idea, and the owner can’t give me any good history because the cat was gone all day. She doesn’t have the means to work the case up and wants to take kitty home to monitor. Okay, I say, with the warning that, without knowing what happened or what’s going on, things could turn life-threatening at any time. We never hear from her again.

So after reading all of this, can you guess which side of the debate I’m on?

Keep your cats inside. Provide them with enrichment. It’s your responsibility as a pet owner to give your pets what they need SAFELY.

The moment you let your cat out unsupervised, you risk any number of injuries, diseases, and horrible accidents that will leave you rushing to the vet, unable to tell anyone what actually happened and faced with hefty bills to try to fix your cat. And more often than anyone wants, that cat may not make it through.

I don’t care how smart your cat is, how well it avoids roads, how safe you believe your neighborhood is. All it takes is that one freak accident, that one unexplained malady, and you’ve got big trouble to deal with.

If you let your cat go outdoors, know that, at any moment, you could become the owner of a dead cat. And you may not even know why.

And all of this isn’t even considering the owners whose cats go out and just never come back.

Thanks so much for all the love yesterday. Momo is doing great. He’s acting like himself for the first time in a few days, which tells me that whatever was behind his ear was there for a bit, but strange we didn’t feel it as he was getting plenty of love and pets over the holidays. My theory is that it was an abscess that ruptured.
He’s stitched up and dropping sticks at my feet, drinking lots of water and eating lots of food. My favourite patch of puppy fur behind his ear was chopped off, but that’ll grow back, right? Xo ❤️

Today is the anniversary of the worst day of Lahi’s life. And we’re celebrating it!

Today is an important date for Lahi. Today marks another year gone by since the worst day of Lahi’s life, and quite possibly mine too.

On March 11, 2014, Lahi was brought into the vet with his left eye bulging significantly out of his head.

The vet concluded that Lahi had developed a retrobulbar abscess. In simple terms, he had what amounted to a massive bacterial tumour behind his eye, an almost guaranteed terminal diagnosis. He was estimated to have two to three months to live if he didn’t receive treatment immediately.

The standard treatment of abscesses in rabbits is surgery to attempt to remove the abscess. However, being bacterial in nature, if any small piece is missed it will grow back almost immediately. And, because abscesses have ‘fingers’ spreading out from the central mass, getting every piece is extremely difficult.

So even if I had the money to pay for a major surgery, and even if Lahi managed to survive the major surgery to remove the abscess and his eye along with it, it was quite possible it would only buy him an extra few months before the abscess returned.

Devastated and heartbroken, I ended up talking about my situation to the internet community of rabbit owners on Rabbits Online, who in addition to being incredibly positive and supportive, helped me educate myself on the ways abscesses are treated and what can be done to increase chances of success.

Then, one of the awesome forum mods linked me to a study that claimed almost miraculous levels of success with an experimental antibiotic treatment, called bicillin.

Despite immense doubts about the amazing results the study promised, we decided to give it a go and Lahi received his first injection on Thursday, March 13. His appetite dropped, so we decided against another injection. But on Saturday, March 15, I was explaining Lahi’s situation to a friend, and said, “Look at how much more his left eye is protruding than his right” and she replied, “Really? I can’t tell.”

After a moment of how can you not tell?! I looked closer… and sure enough, she was right. I could tell only because I knew what to look for. When I brought him back to the vet on Tuesday, March 18, the vet declared with amazement that Lahi’s eye was incredibly improved.

Assured of its effectiveness and filled with new hope, Lahi went through the recommended eight weeks of getting jabbed in the butt with a massive needle every 2-3 days, and was declared fully cured without any surgery involved. His eye had receded almost completely back to normal as of May 8th, and while his face looked a little lopsided, he was abscess-free and still had both his eyes.

And so, my friends, today is the anniversary of the worst day of Lahi’s life, the day he was given only a couple months left to live.

And we’re celebrating, because years later he’s still here, happy and healthy as if it never happened.

(Save for being down a tooth, which later turned out to be what caused the abscess in the first place… but that’s a story for a different post.)

Here’s to another year abscess-free, my little survivor. <3


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On one warming winter’s morning
I felt a presence in my soul,
one that stopped and whispered something
I thought I’d never hear at all.

It said, “Where have you been, my dear child,
and where do you plan to go?
I’ve watched you wander many years and have seen time take its toll.

Why don’t you stop and rest awhile,
sit down and ease your pace?
For there are many wrongs to right and fears that you must face.”

Right then the voice fell silent,
and I felt that it was listening
to all my guilty thoughts and fears
in an abscess of my instinct.

I felt a weight upon my heart
like that of suffocation,
a darkness in my soul that had once
tarnished all of creation.

And with that thought I broke apart,
I wept and bowed my head,
I clenched my fists and tore my heart
until that soft voice said-

“Open your heart and let go of pride,
do away with lust and greed,
put all your shame and pain aside,
and that is all that you’ll need.”

So on that warming winter’s morning
the soft voice said to me,
“Let in love and fear not death
and I will set you free.”

—  callingnightsky, on one warming winter’s morning

Joan Wytte was born in 1775 in Bodmin, Cornwall. Joan’s healing practices included the use of “clooties” (or “clouties”), strips of cloth taken from a sick person and tied to a tree or a holy well as a form of sympathetic magic, such that when the cloth rots, the disease was believed to dissipate (see other photos in this set). Later in life, she became very ill-tempered as a result of a tooth abscess, and would shout and rail at people. She often became involved in fights where she exhibited remarkable strength and people came to believe she was possessed by the devil. She was eventually incarcerated in Bodmin Jail, not for witchcraft but for public brawling, and due to poor conditions in the jail, Joan died of bronchial pneumonia at the age of 38. Her bones were disinterred and used for séances and various pranks, then later displayed at the Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle, Cornwall. It is said that, while her skeleton was on display in the museum, they started to experience disruptive poltergeists, and a witch was bought in to advise them, who said that Wytte’s spirit wished to be laid in a proper burial. She was finally laid to rest in a peaceful wooded area in Boscastle”