chest disease

Starscourged- Sora

(The only way I cope with au pain is by writing more about them. @destiny-islanders made me want to write this XD) (hope it’s not cringey, first time I’m putting my writing on the internet X3)


Death had never been an aspect Sora came face-to-face with. Sure, there were terrifying battles where he wondered if he could make it out alive. Fights with daemons or Heartless that left him cold afterwards. But the thing with those fights was that he always had the chance of making it.

           Not anymore.

           He looked in the mirror and saw a plague. One that sapped at his mind and body- one that made him feel hollow. He could still fight, he could still run, he could still talk; but that wasn’t the point. Everything he did felt slow and meaningless. There was an endless ache that never went away. It was always clawing at his heart and shaking his faith. It barraged him with constant questions: why should he try to live if death was inevitable? The sun never rose to grace the world with warmth. Smiles and jokes became rare. Why did he try?

           It had been no use hiding it. The moment it was discovered, there was nothing they could do. His optimism had been destroyed long ago and nothing could salvage it. Not even the hope of a cure.

           Oh, Sora had tried to find him. The one who could fix it. He had torn through the lands he could get to- searching for that man. Once he even attempted to go to the capital, and Prompto knocked him out to stop him. That caused him to get locked up for days until he promised not to do it again. Normally, he would try to reach it again. But on top of his smile, his determination was being whittled away by constant shadows.

           He had tried for nine years to contact his friends. How long had it been since he heard their voices? Their names weren’t lost, but how they looked or how they sounded was a mystery. As he had discovered, a lot could change in nine years. But new communication methods seemed to stay the same.

           Nothing was working. Not a damn thing could fix it. His Keyblade offered no silent words of wisdom like before. Nothing guided him to his inevitable doom. Even his light had seemed to disappear.

           It all made him furious. For a while he had torn through daemons in a fit of rage and denial. The frustration turned into violence, and nothing could stand in his path of destruction. He shredded monsters without a thought- brutalizing them to a pulp of black blood. After all, they were the ones who had done this to him. They were the reason everything was gone.

           That anger evolved into darkness, which only made the disease spread faster. It had gotten to a point where randomly within the night he would get an unbearable headache. One that had him curled up and holding his head in agony. The others would try to console him or offer medicine, but nothing helped. Nothing would ever help.

           When he was forced to stay in Hammerhead, he studied. He read everything he could about that disease and the history of the Lucian line. All he had come up with were ancient rumors that the Oracle could cure it. Being reminded of Luna only fueled his hate.

           Gladio had argued with him once, and had tried to reason with him. But after seeing one glare from his golden eye made him back away.

           Sora didn’t stop for months. He lost track of time and just kept killing. Daemons fell like dominos around him. His Keyblade grew dull at such darkness coming from the depths of his heart. It had seemed sad whenever it was used to slaughter those monsters.

           That stem of fury continued until that day. Sora had been forced against his will to sleep at Hammerhead once again. Gladio said he looked like a train wreck, to which Sora responded with a low curse. They had grown used to the foul words, however, and were unfazed.

           He never liked resting much. There were still so many daemon bastards to kill. Creatures that were plaguing the world with their very presence. Monsters like that needed to be exterminated, and he couldn’t do that while asleep.

           When he woke, there were no chirping birds. There wasn’t a bright sun shining through his window and making his squint. No voice yelling at him to get up in time for school. It was silent and dark. He was confused for a moment, before realizing that the chirping and sunlight had been in his dream.

           He rubbed his eyes to banish the sluggishness, and was hit with another familiar pain. He hissed and covered his face until the stinging went away. It was hard to remember that he couldn’t mess with the veins, unless he wanted to be racked with agony for the rest of the day.

           Sora shook off the mistake and sat up. He might as well wash up while he was there. Even he admitted that he needed a shower. Blood had been soaked into his clothes and skin for days.

           His clothes had already been cleaned and left folded neatly by his bed. He scoffed behind his teeth at the gesture. It was a waste of time to lay them so carefully on the nightstand. He wasn’t worried about wrinkles or anything of the sort, so why would anyone bother?

           There was also a meal on the stand. One filled with foods he could tolerate. It was still warm, it seemed, and was giving off a smell that made his stomach growl. Ignis probably made it, and that made his anger turn into bitterness. He shook off that feeling swiftly, however, to avoid being dragged down by it.

           After a refreshing shower, he got mostly dressed and decided to glance at the mirror. The reflective item was dirtied and slightly cracked from time and lack of care; but that was the case for anything nowadays.

           That wasn’t what he noticed, however. Sora turned with wide eyes and put his hands on the edges of the sink.

           On his chest, where the disease had started, there was a dark pulsating tumor. With horror, he realized it was in time with his heartbeat. It was like the darkness had grown and formed and slick, disgusting mass right below his heart.

           Sora reached up hesitantly. He knew better than to touch it, and let his hand hover several inches away. It started beating faster with his shock.

           He put his hand back down, and looked at his face in the mirror instead.

           What were once two bright blue eyes, one yellow orb stared back. There were dark circles under both and an unhealthy dim to his complexion.  He had seen the veins multiple times, but they had spread over his face two full inches. How long had it been since he brushed his hair?

           Sora smirked, but without any humor. There were the scars. The new and old ones sat mockingly all over his torso. He remembered getting the one across his shoulder from the first few months of shadow. The one on his cheek was from the first daemon he had fought alone. Of course, there was the giant scar in the middle of his chest from when he had sacrificed himself. It seemed like such a distant memory.

           “Look at me.” He muttered in a dry voice. It was a voice he barely recognized anymore.

           In a moment, the rage dissolved. The anger that had kept him going disappeared. He didn’t realize that he had been using hatred to fill the void in his heart. The hollow feeling caused by the disease had only been growing with each kill- not shrinking.

           Now he was just tired. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

           And as he gazed into the sky, he remembered the stare he had given himself. As the sun began to rise for the first time in ten years, and as Noctis purged this star of its scourge.

           Sora, with his arms spread beside him, stared at the sky. A faint smile drifted onto his face as it all turned brighter. The sunlight shone to him, and blessed him once again with its warmth. The sky turned blue while everything in his vision started to go black. The hollow feeling faded away.

           He closed his eyes and released a breath just as a voice entered his hearing. A voice he hadn’t heard in ten years.

anonymous asked:

Natan 11.' We're actually being silly for once' kiss?

“No.”

“Please, you’ll like it.”

“I’ve actually never liked a single movie pick of yours, Natalie.”

“Yeah? Well everything you pick has blood in it.”

Lucifer groaned melodramatically and sunk back into the couch, and Natalie counted it as a silent victory and slid the disc in the player. She settled in on the couch next to him as a large, white lettered title decorated the screen, and soft string music played on the main menu.

The movie panned over a grassy field, then dramatically cut to a woman facing a stack of papers and an endless pile of stress assigned by her overbearing boss in an ill-fitting suit. After another round of lighthearted background music as the quirky blonde realized her life wasn’t what she wanted, Lucifer crossed his arms and frowned.

“I swear, girl, if this is another movie where the blonde girls moves away, meets a perfect guy, then contracts a deadly disease, I’m gonna scream.”

Natalie leaned closer to Lucifer and slapped his chest, “Not a disease, amnesia.”

He chewed on the word thoughtfully before nodding slowly, like it made perfect sense, “Oh yes, amnesia. Of course.”

She didn’t move away from him, and he watched her eyes light up as the girl finally motivated herself enough to get away from the big city, and move away to the country. It was a tired plot that he’d seen for decades, but he supposed humans were buying exactly what was being sold.    

The onscreen onslaught of rain indicated that something sad was about to happen, and he perked up as Natalie’s lower lip trembled slightly, and the sharp bark of laughter that escaped him startled her.

He bumped his shoulder with hers, “You’re not crying over this, are you, girl?”

Natalie turned her face up towards his, her cheeks shining in the light of the TV, “N-no,” she argued, a sniff making her protest sound pathetic.

Lucifer hummed low in his throat and nodded, “Next time I get to pick the movie.”

“Aren’t even gonna wait until the credits roll to whine,” Natalie teased, shaking her head melodramatically, “typical.”

“Not my fault everything you pick is shitty romance.”

At that, Natalie laughed, “So quick to judge. As if you know real romance.”

“Watch who you’re talking to,” Lucifer said, gesturing broadly to himself, “I’ve been alive long enough to know what real romance is.

The couple on screen was shouting over the pounding rain, confessing their love that they were too afraid to admit, too afraid it would ruin things between them. The indistinguishable main character strode over to the blonde girl and held her face for a brief second before kissing her, and both looked fairly perfect for being rain soaked.

Natalie ignored the playing scene, “Oh yeah? And what’s that old man?”

Lucifer’s eyes flickered up to the TV screen for a flash, and then pressed his lips to Natalie’s in a quick moment that had her gasping against his lips. The shock only lasted a moment before Natalie matched his energy, kissing him like she was starved for his touch.

Her fingers snapped as she raked them through his hair and pulled herself closer, but the pain didn’t distract from the softness of her lips against his, and he tilted his head back to follow her. He would have chased her out in the rain and kissed her until he drowned, but she would never run from him. Natalie had practically climbed into his lap at her insistence, and when she finally broke the kiss, she laughed against his lips.

When he finally spoke again after a few, long breaths, Natalie could taste his words against her skin, “Real romance is nothing involving amnesia, that’s for sure.”

What I Learned On My Cardiology Rotation:

-> ECGs can be stupidly hard to read, and take a really long time to understand. Don’t beat yourself up for not getting it right away!

-> Pacemakers in vet med are a thing! 

-> When you take a Doppler blood pressure in an animal, the basic principles are to hear the animal’s pulse on the machine (by placing the crystal on the animal’s leg), puff up the cuff until you don’t hear the pulse, lower the pressure until you hear it again- and bingo, that number is your systolic blood pressure! The only problem is it can be hard to hear the pulse…. but I found using my stethoscope on the machine itself can pick up soft pulses!!

-> Correcting heart defects such as PDAs or placing pacemakers are fun to watch on the fluoroscope (a “video” x-ray, if you will). It looks like below, only the machine is placed by the chest!   

-> Heart disease is funny. Some patients with raging congestive heart failure that present almost dead can turn around with medications and do great for 3 years. Then you will get a case of a dog dying within a week of starting treatment. You just never know. 

-> Three of the main indicators of congestive heart failure on a chest x-ray include: 1) Enlarged pulmonary veins 2) Enlarged heart/heart chambers 3) pulmonary edema

-> Echocardiograms (ultrasounds of the heart) are the bread and butter of cardiologists. So many hours were spent in a dark room wondering if that black hazy area was the pulmonary valve or the left atrium or the aorta. 

-> Owners will swear their dog is having “a seizure,” when in fact it was syncope! (Falling over/passing out, commonly due to heart disease). It can look very similar (they can go rigid and even extend their legs and shake a bit), and can be hard to tease apart just by history alone. 

-> If you see a Cardiologist look at an ECG, echocardiogram, or x-ray and say “OH SHIT!” you are in VERY. BIG. TROUBLE.

Palace of the Scams: One Brave Wood Wailer Speaks Out! The Shocking Truth Behind This Sordid Seedseer Scheme!

Unearthing a Legend:

It was on a day much like any other that unsuspecting explorers unearthed the entrance to a series of monster filled ruins, or so we were lead to believe. These ruins which are believed to be those of Gelmorra, an ancient subterranean city, quickly gained the apt nickname Palace of the Dead (PotD) among the locals. Apt, this modest reporter says, not because of the numerous undead roaming the halls, but because of the number of hapless adventurers that go gallivanting merrily through the labyrinthine corridors looking for treasure only to return as a ghost of their past selves!

With such a suspicious situation, I would be remiss if I did not investigate further, and believe me, dear readers, what I found was nothing short of a scandal!

Exclusive Interview:

For safety, this interview was conducted under the condition of anonymity.

Q: “Good afternoon, Ser. It is my understanding that you work as an entrance guard for the Galmorran ruins?”

A: “That would be correct, Ma’am. I’ve been stationed there since the ruins were first discovered.”

Q: “Wonderful. Now, you said that you had information you wished to share with the lovely denizens of Eorzea about these ruins?”

A: “Damn right I do. That sinkhole is the worst thing to happen to Quarrymill.”

Q: “How so?”

A: “Well, not counting the massive influx of foreigners and adventuring buffoons, the entire pit is just a giant con the Seedseers are running.”

Q: “Could you elaborate on this ‘con,’ Ser?”

A: “That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? These Seedseers, you see, they saw the discovery of entrance to the ruins at Issom-Har as a golden opportunity to decrease the number of adventurers bumbling around Aldenard. Only problem was, they had to figure out a way to keep the adventurers coming back, so they got together with a dodgy looking Bishop and made these supposed “magic” sacks that had a variety of items in them. That’s where the real problem starts.”

Q: “How so? Surely an increase in item availability is a good thing.”

A: “Oh sure. At first it was great. I was able to get two new sets of boots that I had been looking for at a decent price. That was before the inflation though. There’s been such a huge influx of items now that those same boots are barely worth a handful of Gil. It’s great if you’re buying, but there’s almost no profit left for honest craftsmen!”

Q: “That does sound like quite a problem.”

A: “And that’s not even the worst of it. Those strength and steel ‘pomanders,’ that the adventurers use in the ‘Palace?’ They’re narcotics. A lot of adventurers use them right before they leave the ruins, and let me tell you, it’s not pretty. Salt dried on their skin so thick it could pass for amour. Nasty stuff.”

Q: “So you’re telling me that the Seedseers are ruining the economy and causing an outbreak in drug addiction? How terrible!”

A: “Oh that’s nothing. That’s their cover for something much more sinister. Those ‘mimic’ chests? The pox disease they give people doesn’t just make them ill. It drains them of their very life essence. The Seedseers have it set up so that the stolen life energy is used to create the adventurer’s armor and weapon inside the ruins, and the adventures never get that energy back. Materializing those weapons outside of the ‘Palace’ only slaves them further to the it, because it steals massive amounts of energy with each additional weapon. They would literally die if they lost their connection to Galmorra. I’ve seen it happen.”

Q: “But what is the purpose of all of this?”

A: “Seven hells, I don’t know. I’m just some entrance guard that’s been stationed there long enough to know too much. In fact, just talking to you is putting my life in the hands of the Twelve. The Seedseers dispose of anyone they believe knows too much. How else did you think those dead bodies got to be hanging from the ceiling on some floors? They certainly didn’t climb up themselves, that’s for damn sure.”

 Picture submitted by Caize K.

Q: “How horrible! I would be terrified if I was in your position.”

A: “I don’t remember the last time I slept. I feel like all I’ve ever done is stand guard at the entrance. In fact, I’m not sure how I was even able to leave for this interview. I don’t think I’ve ever been relieved from duty before. Are you even real?”

So there you have it folks, the exclusive inside scoop found by yours truly through dedicated sleuthing! Remember to share this life-saving information with friends and family!

Written by tenacious reporter, sometimes stalker, and apprentice in calumniation Talamh Rugadh. @unstablearth

Day 43: Cherokee Medicinal Plants

A selected list of medicinal plants from James Mooney’s “Sacred Formulas of the Cherokee”

Note that some of these plant names, both scientific and common, are not the current names used. American Ginseng, for example, is no longer classified as Aralia quinquefolia but as Panax quinquefolius.

 If a photo of the plant is available I will include it after the entry on the plant. 

UNASTE´TSTIYÛ=“very small root”—Aristolochia serpentaria—Virginia or black snakeroot: Decoction of root blown upon patient for fever and feverish headache, and drunk for coughs; root chewed and spit upon wound to cure snake bites; bruised root placed in hollow tooth for toothache, and held against nose made sore by constant blowing in colds. Dispensatory: “A stimulant tonic, acting also as a diaphoretic or diuretic, according to the mode of its application; * * * also been highly recommended in intermittent fevers, and though itself generally inadequate to the cure often proves serviceable as an adjunct to Peruvian bark or sulphate of quinia.” Also used for typhous diseases, in dyspepsia, as a gargle for sore throat, as a mild stimulant in typhoid fevers, and to promote eruptions. The genus derives its scientific name from its supposed efficacy in promoting menstrual discharge, and some species have acquired the “reputation of antidotes for the bites of serpents.”

UNISTIL´ÛnISTÎ=“they stick on”—Cynoglossum Morrisoni—Beggar lice: Decoction of root or top drunk for kidney troubles; bruised root used with bear oil as an ointment for cancer; forgetful persons drink a decoction of this plant, and probably also of other similar bur plants, from an idea that the sticking qualities of the burs will thus be imparted to the memory. From a similar connection of ideas the root is also used in the preparation of love charms. Dispensatory: Not named. C. officinale “has been used as a demulcent and sedative in coughs, catarrh, spitting of blood, dysentery, and diarrhea, and has been also applied externally in burns, ulcers, scrofulous tumors and goiter.” (C. officinale pictured below)

ÛnNAGÉI=“black”—Cassia Marilandica—Wild senna: Root bruised and moistened with water for poulticing sores; decoction drunk for fever and for a disease also called ûnnage´i, or “black” (same name as plant), in which the hands and eye sockets are said to turn black; also for a disease described as similar to ûnnagei, but more dangerous, in which the eye sockets become black, while black spots appear on the arms, legs, and over the ribs on one side of the body, accompanied by partial paralysis, and resulting in death should the black spots appear also on the other side. Dispensatory: Described as “an efficient and safe cathartic, * * * most conveniently given in the form of infusion.”

KÂSD´ÚTA=“simulating ashes,” so called on account of the appearance of the leaves—Gnaphalium decurrens—Life everlasting: Decoction drunk for colds; also used in the sweat bath for various diseases and considered one of their most valuable medical plants. Dispensatory: Not named. Decoctions of two other species of this genus are mentioned as used by country people for chest and bowel diseases, and for hemorrhages, bruises, ulcers, etc., although “probably possessing little medicinal virtue.” (Pseudognaphalium obtusifolium pictured below)

ALTSA´STI=“a wreath for the head”—Vicia Caroliniana—Vetch: Decoction drunk for dyspepsia and pains in the back, and rubbed on stomach for cramp; also rubbed on ball-players after scratching, to render their muscles tough, and used in the same way after scratching in the disease referred to under ûnnagei, in which one side becomes black in spots, with partial paralysis; also used in same manner in decoction with Kâsduta for rheumatism; considered one of their most valuable medicinal herbs. Dispensatory: Not named.

DISTAI´YĬ=“they (the roots) are tough”—Tephrosia Virginiana—Catgut, Turkey Pea, Goat’s Rue, or Devil’s Shoestrings: Decoction drunk for lassitude. Women wash their hair in decoction of its roots to prevent its breaking or falling out, because these roots are very tough and hard to break; from the same idea ball-players rub the decoction on their limbs after scratching, to toughen them. Dispensatory: Described as a cathartic with roots tonic and aperient.

U´GA-ATASGI´SKĬ=“the pus oozes out”—Euphorbia hypericifolia—Milkweed: Juice rubbed on for skin eruptions, especially on children’s heads; also used as a purgative; decoction drunk for gonorrhœa and similar diseases in both sexes, and held in high estimation for this purpose; juice used as an ointment for sores and for sore nipples, and in connection with other herbs for cancer. Dispensatory: The juice of all of the genus has the property of “powerfully irritating the skin when applied to it,” while nearly all are powerful emetics and cathartics. This species “has been highly commended as a remedy in dysentery after due depletion, diarrhea, menorrhagia, and leucorrhea.”

GÛ´NĬGWALĬ´SKĬ=“It becomes discolored when bruised”—Scutellaria lateriflora—Skullcap. The name refers to the red juice which comes out of the stalk when bruised or chewed. A decoction of the four varieties of Gûnigwalĭ´skĭ—S. lateriflora, S. pilosa, Hypericum corymbosum, and Stylosanthes elatior—is drunk to promote menstruation, and the same decoction is also drunk and used as a wash to counteract the ill effects of eating food prepared by a woman in the menstrual condition, or when such a woman by chance comes into a sick room or a house under the tabu; also drunk for diarrhea and used with other herbs in decoction for breast pains. Dispensatory: This plant “produces no very obvious effects,” but some doctors regard it as possessed of nervine, antispasmodic and tonic properties. None of the other three species are named.

K´GA SKÛnTAGĬ=“crow shin”—Adiantum pedatum—Maidenhair Fern: Used either in decoction or poultice for rheumatism and chills, generally in connection with some other fern. The doctors explain that the fronds of the different varieties of fern are curled up in the young plant, but unroll and straighten out as it grows, and consequently a decoction of ferns causes the contracted muscles of the rheumatic patient to unbend and straighten out in like manner. It is also used in decoction for fever. Dispensatory: The leaves “have been supposed to be useful in chronic catarrh and other pectoral affections.”

ANDA´NKALAGI´SKĬ=“it removes things from the gums”—Geranium maculatum—Wild Alum, Cranesbill: Used in decoction with Yânû Unihye´stĭ (Vitis cordifolia) to wash the mouths of children in thrush; also used alone for the same purpose by blowing the chewed fiber into the mouth. Dispensatory: “One of our best indigenous astringents. * * * Diarrhea, chronic dysentery, cholora infantum in the latter stages, and the various hemorrhages are the forms of disease in which it is most commonly used.” Also valuable as “an application to indolent ulcers, an injection in gleet and leucorrhea, a gargle in relaxation of the uvula and aphthous ulcerations of the throat.” The other plant sometimes used with it is not mentioned.

Û´nLĔ UKĬ´LTĬ=“the locust frequents it”—Gillenia trifoliata—Indian Physic. Two doctors state that it is good as a tea for bowel complaints, with fever and yellow vomit; but another says that it is poisonous and that no decoction is ever drunk, but that the beaten root is a good poultice for swellings. Dispensatory: “Gillenia is a mild and efficient emetic, and like most substances belonging to the same class occasionally acts upon the bowels. In very small doses it has been thought to be tonic.”

SKWA´LĬ=Hepatica acutiloba—Liverwort, Heartleaf: Used for coughs either in tea or by chewing root. Those who dream of snakes drink a decoction of this herb and I´natû Ga´n‘ka=“snake tongue” (Camptosorus rhizophyllus or Walking Fern) to produce vomiting, after which the dreams do not return. The traders buy large quantities of liverwort from the Cherokees, who may thus have learned to esteem it more highly than they otherwise would. The appearance of the other plant, Camptosorus rhizophyllus, has evidently determined its Cherokee name and the use to which it is applied. Dispensatory: “Liverwort is a very mild demulcent tonic and astringent, supposed by some to possess diuretic and deobstruent virtues. It was formerly used in Europe in various complaints, especially chronic hepatic affections, but has fallen into entire neglect. In this country, some years since, it acquired considerable reputation, which, however, it has not maintained as a remedy in hæmoptysis and chronic coughs.” The other plant is not named.

DA´YEWÛ=“it sews itself up,” because the leaves are said to grow together again when torn—Cacalia atriplicifolia—Tassel Flower: Held in great repute as a poultice for cuts, bruises, and cancer, to draw out the blood or poisonous matter. The bruised leaf is bound over the spot and frequently removed. The dry powdered leaf was formerly used to sprinkle over food like salt. Dispensatory: Not named.

A´TALĬ KÛLĬ´=“it climbs the mountain.”—Aralia quinquefolia—Ginseng or “Sang:” Decoction of root drunk for headache, cramps, etc., and for female troubles; chewed root blown on spot for pains in the side. The Cherokees sell large quantities of sang to the traders for 50 cents per pound, nearly equivalent there to two days’ wages, a fact which has doubtless increased their idea of its importance. Dispensatory: “The extraordinary medical virtues formerly ascribed to ginseng had no other existence than in the imagination of the Chinese. It is little more than a demulcent, and in this country is not employed as a medicine.” The Chinese name, ginseng, is said to refer to the fancied resemblance of the root to a human figure, while in the Cherokee formulas it is addressed as the “great man” or “little man,” and this resemblance no doubt has much to do with the estimation in which it is held by both peoples.

ÛTSATĬ UWADSĬSKA=“fish scales,” from shape of leaves—Thalictrum anemonoides—Meadow Rue: Decoction of root drunk for diarrhea with vomiting. Dispensatory: Not named.

K´KWĔ ULASU´LA=“partridge moccasin”—Cypripedium parviflorum—Lady-slipper: Decoction of root used for worms in children. In the liquid are placed some stalks of the common chickweed or purslane (Cerastium vulgatum) which, from the appearance of its red fleshy stalks, is supposed to have some connection with worms. Dispensatory: Described as “a gentle nervous stimulant” useful in diseases in which the nerves are especially affected. The other herb is not named.

A´HAWĬ´ AKĂ´TĂ´=“deer eye,” from the appearance of the flower—Rudbeckia fulgida—Cone Flower: Decoction of root drunk for flux and for some private diseases; also used as a wash for snake bites and swellings caused by (mythic) tsgâya or worms; also dropped into weak or inflamed eyes. This last is probably from the supposed connection between the eye and the flower resembling the eye. Dispensatory: Not named.

UTĬSTUGĬ´=Polygonatum multiflorum latifolium—Solomon’s Seal: Root heated and bruised and applied as a poultice to remove an ulcerating swelling called tu´stĭ´, resembling a boil or carbuncle. Dispensatory: “This species acts like P. uniflorum, which is said to be emetic. In former times it was used externally in bruises, especially those about the eyes, in tumors, wounds, and cutaneous eruptions and was highly esteemed as a cosmetic. At present it is not employed, though recommended by Hermann as a good remedy in gout and rheumatism.” This species in decoction has been found to produce “nausea, a cathartic effect and either diaphoresis or diuresis,” and is useful “as an internal remedy in piles, and externally in the form of decoction, in the affection of the skin resulting from the poisonous exhalations of certain plants.”

ĂMĂDITA‘TÌ=“water dipper,” because water can be sucked up through its hollow stalk—Eupatorium purpureum—Queen of the Meadow, Gravel Root: Root used in decoction with a somewhat similar plant called Ămăditá´tĭ û´tanu, or “large water dipper” (not identified) for difficult urination. Dispensatory: “Said to operate as a diuretic. Its vulgar name of gravel root indicates the popular estimation of its virtues.” The genus is described as tonic, diaphoretic, and in large doses emetic and aperient.

YÂNA UTSĔSTA=“the bear lies on it”—Aspidium acrostichoides—Shield Fern: Root decoction drunk to produce vomiting, and also used to rub on the skin, after scratching, for rheumatism—in both cases some other plant is added to the decoction; the warm decoction is also held in the mouth to relieve toothache. Dispensatory: Not named.

From the NYT Comments...

The most common gynecological surgery is removal of the female organs.Women most frequently report to the HERS Foundation these effects:

* Loss of: orgasm; desire, and pleasure,.
* Bone and join pain: some women require walkers or canes
* Backache: disabling.
* Dryness: skin, eyes, genitals,
vaginal atrophy.
* Rapid, abnormal aging.
* Heart disease: angina, chest pain
* Loss of identity and emotional dislocation: depression, crying, emotional blunting; loss of maternal feeling and of emotional connection
* Debilitating fatigue not relieved by resting: loss of stamina and exhaustion.
* Insomnia; panic attacks; heart palpitations; impaired memory and concentration; weight gain.

Medical literature documents:
* The uterus is a life long sexually and hormonally active organ. The removal predisposes to impairment of orgasm and disease.
* The ovaries have systemic, regulatory functions life long.
* Hysterectomized women have an elevated risk of death and disability from osteoporosis over normal, intact women of the same age.
Surgeons altered the bodies of 21 million women in the US who were born with the “right bodies”, by removing their female organs. 73% of hysterectomized women’s ovaries, the female gonads, were removed. Removal of the female gonads is castration.
One in three women’s female organs are removed by the age of 60. Ask them what it is to be a woman.

Nora W Coffey
President, Hysterectomy Educational Resources and Services (HERS) Foundation

anonymous asked:

Could you please do 31 for the way you said I love you prompts? Thanks!

Anon 2: For Ways To Say I Love You 31 31 31 31 31 31 ¡31! 31 (31)

Anon 3: Can you please do 31 for the ways I said I love you??

31: In awe, the first time you realized it

The Way You Said I Love You


Nico di Angelo thought he was sick. There was a burning feeling in his chest that made his throat close up and made it difficult to breathe, sending his heart pounding and his head reeling. He thought he would throw up, but the actually act never came, just the burning sensation in his stomach leading him to think he would be sick.

Nico di Angelo had synonyms for this sickness, but he could never quite figure out the actual name of the invasive disease that left him a sputtering mess.

Fondness. How he smiled at the sweet voice or looked for the mop of blond hair, always trying to get closer without seeming overbearing. Nico tried very hard to seem nonchalant about just how infected he was, but he knew he was a hopeless cause with only one cure.

Affection. The way he trailed behind like a lost puppy, always quick to defend against remarks, the way he almost craved the soft, warm touch, or the way he could never force himself to look away.

Infatuation. The word left a bit of a sour taste in Nico’s mouth. It suggested an end to the sickness, moving on or a limited time of devotion, however Nico knew that he would never be able to simply “move on” from this. This was something you had for a lifetime.

Yearning. Desire. Nico knew that the sickness in his stomach was just that. A desire to be closer, a desire to be more favorable, a need to be needed. He didn’t know how to deal with them, he just knew how to cope with them. Lingering touches that he knew did nothing good to either of them, softened smiles, and gentle voice. He had started them and he didn’t know how to stop.

“I love you.”

Nico’s sickness was terminal. He could never recover from it, but he didn’t think he wanted to. The cure stood in front of him, the ghost of his lips still tingling on Nico’s. He knew that the funny feeling in his chest was the disease, taking hold and pushing words out of his constricted throat. 

Love. Nico di Angelo was sick with love and it was only Will Solace who could save him. He had always tried to fight off the strange feeling in his chest, but when the solution to his problem stood right in front of him, waiting for him to respond, panic growing on his features, Nico gave in to the sickness.

He let Will kiss him again and again and again, until his lips were numb and his head was buzzing with the wonder drug that was Will Solace. Love. Love. Love. Nico had a name for his sickness, and with the name came a realization that maybe it wasn’t a sickness at all.

“I love you too.”

His chest was light and the fire moved from burning his heart to burning in his veins, singing the rejoice that Nico realized that this was love. This wasn’t sickness, this was love.


It’s kind of meh, but you know.

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1. How the human heart functions

Every day, your heart beats about 100,000 times, sending 2,000 gallons of blood surging through your body. Although it’s no bigger than your fist, your heart has the mighty job of keeping blood flowing through the 60,000 miles of blood vessels that feed your organs and tissues. Any damage to the heart or its valves can reduce that pumping power, forcing the heart to work harder just to keep up with the body’s demand for blood.

So how do you make sure your heart is in tip-top shape? “Keeping your body in good health helps keep the heart a more efficient organ,” Krasuski advises. In other words, eat healthy, well-balanced meals and don’t skimp on the exercise.

2. Male heart attack symptoms, female heart attack symptoms

When it comes to matters of the heart, men and women definitely aren’t created equal. For instance, a man’s heart weighs about 10 ounces, while a woman’s heart weighs approximately 8 ounces.

Not only is a woman’s heart smaller than a man’s, but the signs that it’s in trouble are a lot less obvious. When women have a heart attack – and more than a half million do each year – they’re more likely to have nausea, indigestion, and shoulder aches rather than the hallmark chest pain.

Heart disease is the biggest killer of both men and women. And both genders should heed this healthy advice: Don’t smoke, keep your blood pressure and cholesterol levels in check, and watch for the obvious and the more subtle warning signs your heart could be in trouble.

3. Laughter: The good heart medicine

Health experts now have proof that laughter is good medicine.

A good belly laugh can send 20% more blood flowing through your entire body. One study found that when people watched a funny movie, their blood flow increased. That’s why laughter might just be the perfect antidote to stress.

When you laugh, the lining of your blood vessel walls relaxes and expands, Krasuski says. So have a good giggle. Your heart will thank you.

4. Stress and the Monday morning heart attack continued…

Doctors have long known that morning is prime time for heart attacks. “We call it ‘the witching hour,’” Krasuski says. That’s because levels of a stress hormone called cortisol peak early in the day. When this happens, cholesterol plaque that has built up in the arteries can rupture and block the flow of blood to the heart. Add in the rise in blood pressure and increased heart rate from the stress of returning to work after the weekend, and you have the perfect recipe for a Monday morning heart attack.

That’s why it’s important to reduce your stress levels as much as you can. Practice yoga, meditate, exercise, laugh (see tip No. 3), or spend more quality time with your family – whatever works best for you.

5. How sex helps the heart

Having an active sex life could cut a man’s risk of dying from heart disease in half. For men, having an orgasm three or four times a week might offer potent protection against a heart attack or stroke, according to one British study.

Whether sex works as well for women’s hearts is unclear, but a healthy love life seems to equate to good overall health. For one thing, sexual activity is an excellent stress buster. It’s also great exercise – burning about 85 calories per half-hour session.

If you find it difficult to have sex, that could be a big red flag that something is wrong with your heart. For example, some researchers think erectile dysfunction might warn of a heart attack up to five years in advance.