So my brain
imagined that Grif has used the very old trick of placing some sacks under his
blanket and make it look like a body, so Simmons will be bitching at the sack
(now named Zack, ‘cause it deserves a name) instead of Grif whenever he is
hiding somewhere else ‘cause he really needs a nap. And then Simmons will be
scolding the sack, bicker with it, and when he receives no reply he ends up
stumbling right into a love-confession.
fatass! Get up before Sarge decides to shoot you again! You know he’s just
waiting for an excuse to open the new supply of shotgun shells we just received.
Grif, I know you’re not sleeping – I’m
not hearing any snores!
You can’t just count on me to wake you up every time. There’s a reason why I
gave that alarm clock. And you can’t keep saying it’s broken because I fucking
saw you remove the batteries. That’s not broken – that’s vandalism!
Seriously? You’re really just gonna ignore me like that? Way to prove Wash
right, Grif. You are immature.
…No come-back? What, are you pissed or something? The alarm clock was a good
gift – it was for your own fault! I don’t know if you just prefer Sarge’s
Is it because I threw out your snack cakes? You know they’re not good for you!
Just because you don’t care if you die from a heart attack doesn’t mean I can’t
try to change your disgusting habits. So sulk all you want – this is just tough
love! I mean, not love like… You know
what I mean! I don’t care about you like that – not that I don’t care, ‘cause
if I didn’t care, I’d let you die from your damn heart attack, you slob, and I
can’t let you break my heart like that! Uh, my
heart as in the transplanted organ not –“
you talking with Zack?”
Wha- how are you-? Wait, what- Who’s Zack?!”
over and pulls away the blanket, revealing the sack filled with Donut’s and Doc’s
organic vegetables* “Gotta find some use for this stuff.”
be Donut sitting next to the bed, emptying his heart for hours, believing Grif
to be a very good listener, and Sarge finally revealing Zack and conclude that
Zack is still a better soldier than Grif.
Bones knows major surgery like a heart transplant can be scary and stressful, but he’s here to help you prepare if you need him. He’ll help you pack your hospital bag and walk you through what will happen. He’s more than happy to address your fears and concerns.
Little Boy Shows His Baseball Skills From His Hospital Room
Ari is like most boys and loves to play sports.
He recently had a heart transplant and has spent time in the ICU recovering, but on his first day out he had one thing on his mind; the cute kid wanted to play baseball and he showed how far he had come by hitting a few balls. Credit: AriEchoOfHope via Storyful
Haskell Karp was 37 when he suffered his first heart attack, and over the next ten years he suffered a variety of related problems. By 1969 even the slightest effort, like combing his hair or brushing his teeth, would bring on chest pain or extreme shortness of breath. There are four grades of heart failure under the classification determined in 1928 by the New York Heart Association; Karp’s was classified as grade IV, the most severe.
The surgeon who treated him at St Luke’s Hospital, Texas, in 1969 was an energetic man called Denton Cooley. “The man had a big dilated heart and I hoped we could reduce the size of that heart, so it could regain some of its own function,” says Cooley. But Karp did not respond well to the treatment; half of his heart was beyond repair. Cooley had expected this. He’d discussed it with Karp before the surgery: “I don’t think your heart’s going to be strong enough to tolerate this operation,” he’d told him. But Cooley had made a suggestion: if Karp’s heart were to be too weak at the end of the operation, how about taking a replacement – an experimental artificial heart they’d been developing in the lab.
Master Billaba stepped into the computer room, apparently wanting to put an end to an awkward conversation. “I think that’s enough, Caleb. Excuse us, Master Kenobi. We value your time.”
- A New Dawn, pg. 9
I love how he’s not even her Padawan yet and she already acts like she’s responsible for him. I’m going to need a heart transplant after the comic.
I imagine Depa develops a very useful long-range ability to know exactly when Caleb’s running his mouth, to the point of distinguishing between ‘he’s been asking questions for thirty solid minutes’ and ‘he’s shit-talking someone four times his size and I should intervene before I’m minus an apprentice’.
I just got tumblr and have no idea how it works, so sorry if Im doing this wrong. My whole life Ive had surgeries like heart transplants and much more, but 3yr ago I was diagnosed w/ stage4 lymphoma. I did lot of chemo, but last fall I almost died. So I was put on the worst chemo and highest dose possible (without killing me) and I had to go into the hospital for weeks at a time. I saw your art on Pinterest and it really helped me, when I looked at it I forgot I was sick... I cant thank u enough
WHAT’S WITH THESE MESSAGES TODAY I AM GOING TO CRYYY
Prompt (Anon): Can you please do a positive essay on Snow and Charming? It seems like whenever I try to defend them people always point to the “The Charmings: Unfit to Rule” essay and I don’t have anything to come back with, and it makes me feel stupid.
Oh no, Charming!Anon! Let me try and help. People have asked me to write a pro-Charmings essay a couple of times, now, but thinking about it makes me sigh and I have FINALLY figured out why.
Me trying to write this essay
It’s not that I’m reluctant to write a pro-Charmings essay because the Charmings aren’t awesome– I’m reluctant to write a pro-Charmings essay because the pro-Charmings essay IS THE ENTIRE SHOW.
WHAT IF A IS THE PERSON THAT GOT CHARLES' HEART AFTER HE DIED!?
I’ve watched enough TV to know that sometimes (its believed anyway) when you have a heart transplant, you feel and think like the person whose heart you got. Could this person be tending to charles’ “unfinished buissness” ? Getting revenge for him? Maybe thats why we’ll feel sorry for A, they’re just doing what Charles couldn’t.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
Let me quote from my friend Shakespeare (LOL)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
This week has seen a Clark whose love doesn’t alter. It was obviously a losing battle what with him fighting it all by himself. And he knows it too. Leah has long left the battlefield to attend to her own wounds. Here is a guy who knows that he’s going to lose in the end but still fights with every ounce of strength he has. So whatever little chance he can get to be with Leah, he grabs hold of - with both hands.
It’s heartbreaking and inspiring to see at the same time - seeing Clark wooing Tatang the old Filipino fashion. We’ve lost that haven’t we? Guys courting the girls’ family. Making an effort to get to know the family members. Providing service by doing household chores. You see married couple these days who are complete strangers to their in laws. I like what Tolayts said “Mas lalo nyo nga po syang dapat kilalanin kasi parte na sya ng pamilya nyo” The sad thing about the generation now is that most parents don’t have the luxury of time to get to know their kids. Their kids grow up, gets married, and have their own families and there’s no effort at all to get to know that extended branch of your family. OTWOL shows us that it shouldn’t be the case. I liked that Tatang Sol really wanted to know Clark. I loved that “kasal o hindi kasal, babawiin ko sya sa’yo” It shows us two guys who love the same girl but in totally different levels. Your father is always your first love. No other love can equate that. What you can have though, is a love that can somehow match, if not surpass the unconditional love a dad has for his daughter. And Clark was a perfect picture of that guy. It’s an ideal love; hence, my reference to Sonnet 116. A love that would not change no matter the circumstance. A love that will endure anything. A love that can stand the test of honest talks (inuman), perseverance (pag-iigib), simple joys (playtime with kids and videoke) and trust (jeepney ride - Tatang values his jeepney and Leah so much).
A love that makes a man become the man he ought to be. You were given a glimpse of a guy who would literally do anything for the girl he loves. And who would take whatever chance he has to be with her - no matter how limiting it can be. It’s totally awe-inspiring but it’s also heartbreaking. Because it was all false hope. Clark is at the edge of the cliff, he’s trying to hold on; whereas Leah is all set to fall - trying to untangle her fingers from Clark’s grip - letting go.
I’ve read a lot of negative comments this week about Leah by the way. They keep saying Leah should stop being “pabebe” or “pakipot”. There’s even one comment that says something along the lines of “have you forgotten what you guys were doing in SanFo?all those kisses you shared?” And I have to ask, is that all there is to it for you? Is that really how you think of Leah’s predicament? That it’s too shallow? That she’s being too hard on Clark? I’d like you to take a step back, then try on Leah’s shoes for a moment. How do you think it will cost to learn that what you believed in your ENTIRE LIFE is nothing but a lie?
There’s this childhood neighbor I grew up with. We used to be sort of friends. We felt a little envious of her - the life she leads. Her family’s well off, her parents provide her with everything she wants (take note: want, not need) She has a what you can call an “ideal family”. Her dad’s earning well and her mom’s a full time housewife and a mother. And she’s actually real close with her parents. Fourth year high school, she found out she’s adopted. She took it real hard. She left their house and tried looking for her real parents. She found her biological mom. Turns out, she used to be a maid in their house and her boyfriend got her pregnant but they can’t afford to have a baby due to lack of finances. Her biological dad left her mom, and they recently found out he’s dead. Her adoptive parents paid her real mom a large sum of money in exchange for her because they’re both incapable of reproducing. Let’s call this old friend Lost. So when Lost learned all the facts, she didn’t like it. She felt betrayed, and she felt cheap: like a sack of rice getting bartered to a few nickels. She literally lost her way: she cuts classes to go party, she’s done alcohol, drugs, orgies. Then she got pregnant and she went home. She left her son with her adoptive parents. She wasn’t even sure who the father was. A couple of months after, we learned that she’s pregnant again but she’s high on drugs all the time. She went to rehab and put her daughter up for adoption. Then she came back to town - a changed woman. About a year ago, she met a guy, they got married and she’s pregnant again. She tried to find the people who adopted her daughter, but they already left the country and there’s no way to contact them.
Okay, going back to Leah, that’s a totally different scenario. The only significant similarity? Lost and Leah? They both believed in a lie their entire life. And please, don’t start with “She doesn’t even know Nanang’s reasons. She should listen to Nanang first”. Really. You’re only saying that because you already know the plot behind Nanang’s lies. If you didn’t, trust me, you’d have the same issues as Leah. Can we even take note of the fact that this entire deal not only affected Leah, but Manang Tiffany as well? Tolayts was right there! He has his chance. Tiffany was already into him. That “Hindi ako yung taong mag-aasawa. Dahil yang pag-ibig na yan, hindi totoo yan!” If that doesn’t spell trauma for you, then I don’t know what does. Because I see Leah and I see a wounded soul. And she’s lost right now. Just when she’s starting to find herself - her new self, an identity apart from the Leah living behind Nanang’s shadow - here comes Clark. Imagine how hard it is for her to fight against her love for him and her principles. Because ultimately, if she chooses Clark, it would go against who she is as a person - someone who upholds her family and dignity over anything. The struggle to NOT BE the person you hate? That’s real hard you know. Because consciously or unconsciously, there’s always going to be instances where you can’t deny the power of nurture versus nature.
I love that OTWOL in Manila actually mirrors OTWOL in San Francisco. Have you noticed it right along with me? Let me round it up for you.
First, Leah and Clark almost bumping into each other on that corner of the street (cue Geary street and Montgomery street here please)
Second, Tatang Sol remarking “Maryosep! May galit ka ba sa damit?” (the first time Leah walked in on Clark bare chested while she’s sipping juice “Juskolord! May mga tao talagang galit sa damit no?”)
Third, drunk Clark making the moves on Leah (Leah trying to get Clark to kiss her when she got drunk on a wedding party)
Fourth, Clark trying to talk to Leah about Nanang (Leah even cooking for Clark to get him to talk about his dad only to get him be like “bad vibes naman oh”)
Fifth, Clark and Leah singing videoke (OFW Kapamilya Day song performance)
Most powerful parallel for me though is that Manila gets to see a playful and bubbly Clark while Leah gets all moody on us. San Francisco showed us the exact opposite: Clark was the grumpy one; Leah’s the ball of positive energy. These two lines really spell out the obvious change:
“Namiss ko kayong dalawa. Pero mas namiss kita”
“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you smile”
I miss the old Leah. I wonder how long this indecisiveness is going to take. Actually no, she’s not indecisive because she’s already decided to let go of Clark. What baffles the mind is how long she can keep herself from realizing that there’s no stopping the inevitable.
You know what’s funny though? I look at Leah’s predicament and I can’t help but compare it to Kidney Failure. It’s like she has a family history of Kidney Failure. Each member who died of it tried dialysis but they only got worse. At their later stage of kidney failure, they were all lucky to be subjected to kidney transplants but they all ended up rejecting the kidneys. And here she is diagnosed with an early stage of Kidney Failure and by some miracle, a healthy kidney appears and all she needs to do is say yes to the transplant, or she can start dialysis. And believe me when I say that Kidney Failure’s worse than Cancer. There’s a very slim chance of your body accepting the donor’s kidney. And dialysis is not a cure. With cancer, you can go through chemotherapy - early stages of cancer has seen the cells completely disappear with chemo alone; or you can just take out the affected area and surrounding organs (provided it’s not a vital part like your heart or brain). With Kidney Failure? Only Kidney Transplant gives you the chance to survive, and it’s a battle within. Your body system might reject the kidney and it’s all back to zero chance of survival for you. So if you can’t take the risk of getting a transplant, you might as well start the countdown; the clock’s ticking and it’s faster than you think - Tick - Tock - Tick - Tock!
Kudos time! Can we just take a moment to appreciate the genius in Juan Miguel Severo? Were his poems specifically made for OTWOL Because it’s all too apt! I loved that last line best “Kapag sinabi kong mahal kita, ang ibig kong sabihin masaya ako dahil mahal, gaano man kahaba ang araw uuwi ako sa’yo”
Do we even have to praise James and Nadine’s ability to give us that giddy-butterflies-in-our-stomachs-screech-worthy “kilig” feel? Because I think its already a given. There’s just no denying the magic that this pair has. What was that in a Youtube video comment? ‘The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife’
I’d give this week to the great Mr. Joel Torre. There’s just no denying that he’s a force to reckon with. When he cried, I cried with him. I felt like I’m in the zone and I disappointed my parents. His line “Ano ba'ko dito? Adorno? Walang halaga sa inyo ang opinyon ko? Tatang nyo'ko!” - that took me back to the time when I’ve given my mom utter disappointment. And his facial expression’s so on point! He doesn’t even have to say anything. You can see the hesitant approval in his eyes whenever Clark does something that meets his standards. You can see the silent resignation in him when he looked at Clark and Leah playing with the kids and realized that he has lost a part of his daughter - that she’s all grown up and she’s a part of Clark now.
My favorite scene this week is surprisingly not an “almost” moment. Actually I have two favorites. Simply because it shows us the clear description of where our two characters stand. First is when Clark asked Leah to wear her ring again.
“Leah you’re my wife and I love you
You can’t blame me for wanting to see you. Leah I’m here for you
Kung matatakot ka, matatakot kang kasama ako. Kung mahihirapan ka, mahihirapan kang kasama ako. Sayo pa rin ako”
Second, is when Leah and Clark had ‘the talk’ in the truck.
“Sa tingin ko, hindi muna tayo dapat nagkita. Hindi ka na dapat pumunta dito. Lalo lang tayong mahihirapan nyan“
That’s as clear as day - what each character’s fighting for. But can we blame them?
By the way, two of my predictions for this week came true: Lola Pachang will spill the beans, and Jigs will save up in order to purchase his own ticket home.
As for the preview: well, hello expectations! We meet again. To be honest, I’m actually looking forward for that to happen. Leah still rejecting the “kidney transplant” LOL. But I liked that Clark line “Mahal nga kita eh!” It’s as if love is the answer to every thing they’re facing in the world - his love is. It brings me back to that William Shakespeare sonnet once again…after all, who doesn’t want that kind of great unchanging love?
Namjoon is a nurse. Jimin's in a coma. It wasn't supposed to happened, but Namjoon keeps finding himself walking into his room to check on him, on his way to places where he is actually needed, and suddenly he's sobbing to chick flicks and has trouble falling asleep, cause all he can think about is that beautiful boy on the sixth floor
and sometimes namjoon swears he can hear jimin giggling in his sleep, sometimes he passes out in jimin’s room, next to jimin’s bed and heS gotten into the habit of visiting at the end of each day to tell jimin about how his day went, about all the new patients and the old patients and that one senile old man on the 7th floor who keeps on trying to escape ‘you know today he actually made it down to the elevator before someone caught up to him’ and 'that kid on the transplant list got the heart he needed – he’s gonna be out of here in about half a month, isn’t that great? a brand new heart… wonder what it must feel like’ and hes running his fingers through jimin’s bangs, pressing his palm to jimin’s forehead wondering what jimin’s dreams are like, if he really is dreaming.
and then one day, the other nurses are super excited when namjoon comes into work and he’s about to ask what’s all the fuss about when hoseok shows up, out of breath and grinning huge, saying 'cmon! hurry up! he’s asking for you’ and namjoon 'who?’ hoseok 'oh don’t play stupid, c'mon hurry!’ and namjoon follows hoseok down the hall with his heart thumping too fast but /it can’t be… can it/?
and when he sees jimin sitting up, eyes finally open, its like namjoon’s the one who got the heart transplant, the thing in his chest feeling foreign and much too heavy, but too light all at the same time – he’s out of breath and doesn’t really know what to say, but jimin just smiles and says 'so how was your day today?’ and namjoon 'the best day ever–a miracle happened today’ and jimin 'oh yeah, and what’s that?’ and namjoon, walking up to jimin’s bedside, settling down and taking jimin’s hands, 'you’re awake.’
I have found that your presence
bewitches me, makes me feel
less heavy, more present
in that here and now
that I’ve heard so much about.
My limbs feel rooted here, wherever
you happen to be, like a house transplanted,
with none of its belongings removed.
And my heart still pumps the same blood
like any other 9-5, but with more meaning
in its daily grind, a skip to its step.
Everything feels easier, almost as if
this is always how it was meant to be
and I was just too thin to feel it,
You speak to me as if I am
worth the experience, the talking to.
You don’t make me feel like gum on your shoe.
Hi, I've been wondering what kind of impairment a heart transplant does on heart rate. Like, how does the heart react during exercise and the fight/flight response or with stimulants like alcohol/caffeine? I've tried Googling but I can't find any simple answers that aren't in super medical terms. >.>
I don’t actually take care of heart transplant patients. I don’t live in a big enough of a city to need a transplant program. I can draw some conclusions, but I don’t have any actual experience in this. Any other heart nurses want to field this one?
Mae sighed loudly as she toggled between the several open tabs on her laptop. Although a few had things like Facebook and other social channels, the majority consisted of medical research and articles. It wasn’t abnormal in the Tuck household; ever since Abigail had been diagnosed, she and Angus spent a great deal of time researching and understanding her heart condition in hopes that at he next doctor’s visit, they wouldn’t be entirely confused.
But this time, Mae wasn’t just researching the condition. Every tab bore some variant of the words ‘donor child’. If the concept had been mentioned to her just a year before, Mae would have been absolutely horrified. But now, with Abigail in such a poor state, it didn’t sound so awful. At the last appointment, their doctor had mentioned that Abby would most likely need transplants of several organs– eventually her heart– including kidneys and liver. She would never suggest having a child for the purposed to use their heart– she was desperate, not heartless.
She chewed on the end of her pencil as she read another article arguing if the concept was ethical. What was unethical about it? All of the organs she was considering were ones you could live without one of— and the liver could regenerate! What was so wrong about that? Another sigh escaped and Mae leaned back from the laptop, rubbing her tired eyes.
oh my god could you please write a one shot based off that "when you didn't know there was a project today and your friend comes in clutch" post? because octavia and clarke holy shit yes
fuck ok yEs here u go its in hospital au
it’s not that you’re a bad student; you’re actually an amazing student, but your girlfriend had been sick and that’s kind of scary, because she had a heart transplant, like, three months ago, so sick for lexa is way different than it is for most people. you’d been kind of scared and distracted and this stupid french class is useless anyway, but whatever.
it’s been fine because you’re pretty decent at french and your teacher is probably lowkey a little insane, so the class is boring and disorganized and you spend most of it usually talking to octavia or doing your AP bio homework, so it’s not all bad. you, however, had completely spaced that you were supposed to do an oral presentation on the differences between french spoken in france versus canada, in french, and you don’t really know anything about that topic or some of the verb conjugations you’re supposed to include, and octavia is being an asshole because she’d laughed at the way your face had probably blanched when someone mentioned the presentation during passing period.