medical strip

In 1870, Prussian military surgeon Friedrich von Esmarch introduced formalized first aid to the military, and first coined the term “Erste Hilfe” (translating to ‘first aid’), including training for soldiers in the Franco-Prussian War on care for wounded comrades using pre-learnt bandaging and splinting skills, and making use of the Esmarch bandage which he designed.[3] The bandage was issued as standard to the Prussian combatants, and also included aide-memoire pictures showing common uses. (wiki)

wakeupontheprongssideofthebed  asked:

Duct tape as an emergency bandage to stop bleeding: good idea or terrible idea?

Hey there! First, let’s do some quick differentiation between a dressing and a bandage, and why duct tape may or may not work for either.

First, a dressing is the actual material that’s applied to the wound. So for example, a square of gauze of whatever size (but typically 4”x4”, or a four-by-four in medspeak) that’s applied to a bleeding wound would be the dressing.

A bandage is the material that’s used to hold that dressing in place. This will often take the form of roller gauze or some form of adhesive, such as tape – a common technique for stopping bleeding from a needlestick, for example, is to fold up a small square of gauze and use that as the dressing, then hold it in place with a piece of tape (which would technically make it a bandage).

However, “bandage” in common parlance can mean either of these things, and it’s not exactly a culturally significant distinction. You may want to talk about your characters “dressing and bandaging the wound”, or “dressed the wound with a piece of cloth.”

Some things are a dressing/bandage combination; specifically, Band-Aid™ and non-brand-name “adhesive medical strips” work with a small dressing in the center and an adhesive bandage around it, so that the dressing stays in place.

That being said, oftentimes in TV, bandages are applied without dressings underneath them. It’s far from ideal, because what you want is a dressing to absorb blood and allow clots to form (which will eventually stop the bleeding), and a separate bandage to hold that dressing in place.

Now then. Duct tape as a dressing has some significant drawbacks. (We’ll get to duct tape as a bandage) later on.

First, as a dressing, duct tape isn’t a great solution. It’s not sterile, which means it could actively put bacteria into the wound. For another, it’s an adhesive, which  means when the duct tape is removed it’s liable to take whatever clot has managed to form with it, and pull on the edges of the wound, which will increase bleeding.

Moreover, like many many many tapes, blood will reduce the stickiness of the duct tape, which means that it will have significant problems adhering and, as bleeding occurs underneath it, it will cease to stick (and allow the wound to bleed freely).

Now, as a bandage, to hold some other kind of dressing in place, duct tape isn’t a terrible choice in an emergency. It will still pull when removed—your character may get a free waxing  wherever it was applied – but it should hold the dressing itself in place relatively well, assuming that the surface the duct tape is sticking too isn’t too overly slick with blood.

So this is bad:

(source: @earpwave )

But this might not be so terrible:

(courtesy …. because of course it is.)

One thing your characters will also need to be sure of is that the duct tape isn’t applied so tightly to the skin that it reduces blood flow in an extremity, as evidenced by swelling, numbness, pain in the distal extremity, or even bluing of the skin further down the extremity.

I hope this was helpful for your story!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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This Unspoken Thing (4/4)

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

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Bed rest was boring. She had decided this after the fifth hour of her confinement. Emma had already read every cheesy magazine in the apartment and was already over watching re-runs of Judge Judy. She had taken up residence on the couch, only making the effort to move when nature called.

It was excruciating.

She’d always thought that she preferred her own company, but now she was having to re evaluate that. Bail bonds meant a lot of time alone. Still, even when she was on a job she always had Leroy calling her from the office. Or Killian. They would text, usually, jibing each other and passing back little jokes and taunting barbs.

Sitting by herself for hours while her brother either slept or worked was slowly beginning to drive her crazy. And there was far, far too much time to think.

Thankfully, the swelling around her ankle had mostly subsided within a few days and she began to try and move around a little more, though still with the cautious movements of a newborn foal. She clung to the crutches as she stumbled from piece of furniture to piece of furniture . The nurse’s stern warning about aggravating the injury had stuck in her head.

As did the way she had batted her eyelids at Killian.

It annoyed her, the way women fawned at him. It was evident just about every time they were in a public place together: the looks, the whispers. It was so superficial. He was just a guy, she reminded herself - on the numerous occasions over those two weeks when her mind wandered to thinking about him. (While at the same time batting away the urge to text him. A little bit of sparring would probably cheer her up. And give him completely the wrong idea.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi having a bad day :( would appreciate if you could write me something fluffy to cheer me up?? But only if you're not too busy..

title I love you
summary for those days that don’t feel so good
pairing itasaku

“Haruno-san. You have a visitor,” someone whispered. No one nudged each other in the lab. Explosions, both metaphorical and literal, were bound to happen that way. 

“Mm…who?” asked Sakura without looking up. She set the flask down on her workstation. Rubbing at her nose with the inside of her wrist, she glanced over at her coworker. He shrugged.

“Some Uchiha. Brooding. Dark hair. Can’t tell which he is,” he answered. Sighing, Sakura nodded. Better honesty than a random guess. To the untrained eye all Uchiha could look equally sulky and unapproachable. She had often described them as a clan of cats in human bodies. (To which Sasuke had conceded with minimal protest.)


“Excuse me! You can’t just waltz in here! You could contaminate everything!” someone grumbled from across the lab. 

Completely ignoring the warnings, he trudged in, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Sakura started when his forehead connected with her shoulder.

“SHISUI-SENPAI! I almost spilled that!” she shrieked as she whirled.

“I need you,” Shisui said, dodging her angry swats.

“Get out, you degenerate,” she snapped in return. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrists. 

“Not like that. Like I need your help. Let’s go,” Shisui retorted just as angrily. Hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, he hauled her out of the lab. His grey flak jacket and the sword on his back probably had something to do with the fact that not a single person stepped in to defend her. 

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Scout no. You ruined the reference. That’s not what we practiced.

original scene:

inspired by this answer on my ask by @storiesinteufort (I’m not even sure anymore, if it was supposed to be a Monkey Island ref, but oh well, now it is.)

color keys for Medic and Scout by @articlessi (thanks for those, they work really well!)

Do you ever think about just how successful marketing campaigns are? Growing up I thought Jello was… ya know, what you called it. Come to find out gelatin is the name, and Jello was just a brand. Band-aids? Plasters? Just brands, not what they are; they’re actually adhessive medical strips. 

I just find that so fascinating. That brands can be so successful that we end up replacing words altogether.

Imagine that you're pregnant and Loki saying that they'll help you through the pregnancy and be there for the kid.

As requested. :3

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

     Time seemed to move more slowly at that moment. Each second appeared to move for an eternity as that little medical strip turned pink. The plus sign showed signs there was in fact life beginning to grow inside you. It was the most terrifying feeling (Y/N) could imagine. Her life was an abundance of uncertainty. Always filled with a comfortable amount of chaos thanks to a certain god of mischief. However, she began to think, would a world filled with chaos be anyplace to raise a child?  

Surely, becoming a parent would mean sacrifices would have to be made. That was just the job of a parent. The life on the run was one she could easily give up. Though another thought ran into her mind. How would Loki feel about this information? They were something akin to partners in crime. Where ever, he went to cause mischief she was by his sides helping plans go more smoothly. They had grown somewhat of a strong bond. Closer than friends, but not close enough to be lovers. It was an always a slow close, but so far away situation.  (Y/n) couldn’t deny her feelings for Loki, but every voice in her head screamed that a mortal wouldn’t be good enough for him. In attempt to forget, (Y/N) tried to find love in arms of others. Thus her situation now.

Having a child would only complicate matters more with Loki. Not that she blamed the child. No, mixed with the fear of uncertainty there was excitement. Excitement that she was going to experience being a mother. Hopefully, with Loki joining her. Quickly shaking the thought out of her head, (Y/N) contemplated sneaking out the bathroom window. That would be a lot easier than having to face him. This could go either of two ways, he could accept her, or reject her. Though, gathering up her bravery to face him a thought came to her mind.

‘If he can’t accept me, or better yet my child. Then he doesn’t deserve to be in our lives.’

With that she took a deep breath, stood up with legs feeling a bit weak, and steadied her hands to open the door. Not too far away she could see him sitting in a velvet chair by a window. His intelligent emerald eyes peeking up from his book back to (Y/N). A hint of curiosity and worry gleamed in them.

“Are you okay? You were in there for quite a long time dear. That and you look more pale than usually.” Loki murmured with a voice that was always a smooth and charming. Unless you happened to be his enemy. (Y/N) Just smiled a bit before taking a seat in the chair next to him. Looking down to her hands she thought it would be best to get to the point instead of dancing around the topic.

“Yes, and no. It’s complicated.” (Y/N) spoke slowly. Trying to make she her voice wouldn’t go quite, or that she would back out of telling him.

“I’m sure it’s rather simple. You mortals have a tendency of making thing more complicated than they need to be.”

“Tch, Don’t be an ass.” (Y/N) mutter narrowing her eyes halfheartedly. While a cheeky smirk played on the trickster lips. Growing amused with himself. She wanted to hate him sometimes. Still, that playful light in his eyes, and bright smile kept her from doing so.

“I’m afraid it is actually complicated. Loki, I’m… pregnant. I just found out a while ago. I can understand if you want to part ways, but it is what it is.”

Loki smirk fell slightly with shock. However, a frown took its place. He wasn’t angry, no he was slightly annoyed. Not about the pregnancy. Loki had figure that could be what was wrong with her the past few weeks. The fact she was growing sick at the earliest times, would ask the strangest food request, and don’t get him started on when he had to console her through that god awful movie about the sinking ship. He had to hold her for two hours before she stopped crying. Now, it all made sense. No he was annoyed with this parting ways nonsense. Did she think he was to unsafe to be around now?

“What do you mean? Part ways? Why? Do you want me to leave?”

(Y/N) wasn’t expecting that kind of response. She’d figure he’d be more upset. Besides the initially shock he looked as if she had course I would suspect you can’t take part of any of my schemes. Which is fine. You need to put both you, and ou- the child’s safety first. As far as you being alone. You’re not. You have me.” Loki said placing a hand on top of hers. (Y/N) felt confused, but relieved. He not only was he not leaving, but he was going to help raise the baby. Happiness started to bubble in her chest. As tears welled up as she started bawling with her emotions running wild. Loki only shifted slightly. Placing an arm around her and sighed.

“Don’t cry dear. We didn’t even watch that titan ship movie.”

told him common knowledge, but with a look of worry.

“No! Don’t be ridiculous. I just figure you wouldn’t want to be dragged down by me, or a baby. You know how bad the break up was with me and their father was. I doubt he will in our lives.” (Y/N) explained. The child’s father, her ex, was cruel and toxic. A mistake that plagued her life until he strangely just stopped harassing her. She supposed he got tired and found someone new.  

“Yes, I know I made sure he won’t” Loki mused quietly.

“Wait, What?”

“Hmm? Oh, Well the point of the matter is I don’t have any plans of leaving dear. That is unless you kick me out. You won’t be dragging me down. Of course I would suspect you can’t take part of any of my schemes. Which is fine. You need to put both you, and ou- the child’s safety first. As far as you being alone. You’re not. You have me.” Loki said placing a hand on top of hers. (Y/N) felt confused, but relieved. He not only was he not leaving, but he was going to help raise the baby. Happiness started to bubble in her chest. As tears welled up as she started bawling with her emotions running wild. Loki only shifted slightly. Placing an arm around her and sighed.

“Don’t cry dear. We didn’t even watch that titan ship movie.” 

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Twenty One

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

“We have a situation.” Jeffrey’s publicist spoke as soon as he answered his phone. Sighing, he glanced around the set and stepped away to get privacy. 

“What’s up?”

“Well…” her voice trailed off.

“I’m kinda pressed on time Kathy.”

“The good news is the announcement of your relationship has been overall positive, many already asking about a wedding.”

Jeffrey felt his neck heat at the idea, the same damn thing had been plaguing his own mind for the last week. Ever since the hot shower sex, where a vision of Aria in white permeated his brain and forced him to realize just how hopelessly in love he was with the petite beauty. 

“So what’s the bad news?”

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Dick Grayson/Nightwing X Reader-(Sequel to ‘Please Stop’) Inner Demon

This was requested by @abigailredgrave, @azul23blue and a bunch of others I saw who commented. Sorry I couldn’t put your names on here whoever I missed.  Enjoy!!

Everyone stared at Damian while they were waiting for Alfred to finish patching you up.  Dick was sitting on Damian’s left.  The images of you tearing all of the Penguin’s men flashed across his mind as he awaited for you to wake up.  When he proposed a relationship with you after those quiet months, he never expected this.  Yes, your grandfather was considered ‘The Demon’, but he never considered you to actually be one.  To Damian’s right was Tim.  He wasn’t there when you lost control, but the sight of what you had done also haunts him.  Over all of the years working for Bruce, he had never seen that much blood and gore.  Shivers crawled up his spine at the thought of all of the pain those men went through.  They were criminals, but they didn’t deserve to die like that.  Jason was leaning up against the wall that the door to the room you and Alfred were in.  He didn’t care about the men, he cared about your well-being and if you were going to make it or not.  He killed crooks almost everyday, why would this affect him?  He admitted that it was unsettling that you did all of that, but the (Y/N) he knew wouldn’t have done that without purpose.  Bruce was at the Bat Computer pulling together all of the information he had on you.  How could he not see this?  How could he have missed that she is not his child?  Of course that doesn’t change how he cares about you, but why did you keep it a secret?  

“She’ll make it, but she needs rest,” Alfred said while walking out of the door and stripping his medical gloves and garments off.

Bruce got up from his chair and walked over to Damian, “Explain.”

Damian sighed and started, “I only know the pieces that (Y/N) has told me.  Before me, there was another plot to have an heir.  Grandfather wanted an all powerful successor that would be half human and half demon.  My grandfather and mother made a deal with a demon, I don’t know who, to have (Y/N) conceived.  After she was born, grandfather had immediately taken her under his wing.  He trained and taught her everything he knew, but also experimented with her other heritage.  He would try to control her ‘inner demon’ as he called it and weaponize it.  As you saw today it worked, but at a cost.  The demon was uncontrollable, but it could be aggravated. If she was in danger, it would take control.  When I was born, it somehow became attached to me.  Mother believed it was because that her demon was not a different personality, but the opposite of her conscience.”

“Basically an anti Jiminy Cricket,” Tim said.

Damian glared at him before nodding, “Whenever I would be in danger or harmed, the demon would come out.  It still was her, but her morals and anything good, would disappear.  That is why when I called out to her, she stopped.  She tries to keep it under control, but sometimes it’s too much.”

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Dick asked in a whisper.

“I do not know. It is best for you to ask her and not me,” Damian responded.

“Has this occurred other than today?” Bruce asked, “When you both came here?”

“It happens every few days,” Damian said, “but it has lessened since she has been with Grayson.”


(Whole conversation is in Arabic)

“I do not understand why you are against me joining you and your father,” you grumbled, “I am beyond excellent in fighting and have went through all of grandfather’s trials.”

“I am not the only one against it.  I have my reasons and father has his.  I worry about you losing control and father worries if he could trust you with all of the training you went through.  He still doesn’t trust me either.  I did kill that villain when we arrived.”

“Yes, you killed a villain while you snuck out of the manor and I followed, causing the both of us to get in trouble with your father.  Let’s not forget when you almost killed the previous Robin that was capable of helping your father,” you said.

“Do not speak of that.  I am the blood son of the Batman and I deserve to be by his side,” Damian hissed.

“This is the attitude grandfather always scolded you about!” you shouted, “If you really want to be trusted, you must treat your ally with respect and get the job done correctly!  This is not about you being his actual son! This is not about you proving that you can be greater than the rest!  This is not about your ego!  You need to get those ideas out of your head and act like an Al Ghul, not a spoiled brat!”

Your hands started shaking and your breathing started to get faster.  Damian noticed this and stopped arguing.  He always did when he knew it could come out whenever your emotions were strong.  

“What if this happened when you were fighting?” he asked.

His question echoed throughout your mind. What if this happened when you were fighting? What would happen?  Would you kill everything in your path including your allies?  You knew that you wouldn’t hurt Damian, but what about the others?  

You took a deep breath and nodded,” I admit that may happen, but you do know that I do have more self control than you realize.”

“I know.”

There was knocking at your door and Dick entered in training gear.

“Bruce wants you guys for training.”

You mumbled a couple curse words and went to your closet to change.  You jogged down to the Bat Cave where Damian and his father were fighting about something.  When they realized you were there they stopped.  Bruce glanced over to dick and then you.

“Dick, spar with (Y/N),” Bruce said.

You shrugged off your jacket and walked on to the area Dick was waiting for you on.  Once you cleared your mind of all emotions you went into a defensive stance.  Dick followed and waited for you to make the first move.  When he realized you weren’t, he charged and threw a fist towards your face.  You swiftly dodged his fist and punched his stomach.  He kept throwing fists, some hitting you, until you managed to wrap your legs around his neck and force him onto the ground.  You held him there, eyes focused and void of emotion, until you heard him tapping on the ground.  You released his neck, offered him a hand, and remained silent.

“I never knew that I could die in that position,”Dick chuckled.

You gave him a disgusted look before moving your eyes to Damian.  He was once again having an argument with his father, but a silent one this time.  Bruce kept glancing at you and you didn’t like it.

“I have a question,” Dick said, “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“Do you always flirt with assassins?” you asked.

“She speaks!”

You gave him a glare and said, “I have no reason to.”

“I guess you’re the silent but deadly type.  So is that a yes?” He asked.

“Are you willing to deal with Damian’s wrath?” you asked with a hint of amusement in your tone.



Dick was about to say something else but your brother stopped him, “Stop courting my sister, Grayson.  Father has permitted her to join us on patrol, but only if she’s paired up with one of us.  You two will be together for the time being.”

Damian handed you a uniform and left to put his on.  You unfolded the suit, which was entirely black with some forms of grey, and scanned its contents.  It was a similar style to your assassin outfit, but was styled to the classic Bat family theme. Two escrima sticks and a bo staff were attached to the back of the uniform and other gadgets were placed in the never ending belt.  You walked over to the changing room and put on the suit.  It was a bit revealing due to the exaggeration of the body armor, but it will suffice for patrol.  You made a mental note to talk to Alfred about your costume design.

“Come on (Y/N)! Quit checking yourself out and let’s go!”

You scowled and mounted on your motorcycle, “You’re an imbecile, Grayson.”


Screams echoed throughout the Cave as soon as Damian finished explaining everything.  Jason was the one to slam the door open and the rest followed.  Damian motioned everyone to stay back and approached our shaking figure.  He gently put his hand on your shoulder and waited.  All that could be heard was you mumbling in Arabic.  Some of them could catch phrases, but most of it was gibberish to them.  They had never seen you this broken and it terrified them.  You were always the focused, strong-willed sister that defended her family until she couldn’t move.  You were the one who would listen to everyone even though you did not utter a single syllable.  Now you were the one who needed help, and you didn’t know if your family would be willing to help or not.


cH: - Come here, show me that smile of yours.
M :  -I don’t like when you act that way. Rude, you monster…

cH: - Are you disrespecting me?!

*skull cracker* :v

cH: -Ooh, stop craying baby!

cH:  better look at yourself first before judging. I didn’t betray my men. You MONSTER.

M: wouldn’t like to see the monster I can really be.

(srry for the bad english ç-ç)

Lol DC politicians need to have whatever medical benefits they receive stripped from them if the AHCA passes senate. They literally deserve nothing. They don’t even deserve minimum wage.


Oh ja… Eat zhem all mein big liebling!

Well… I… erm. I don’t know… When I see someone I love eating, I feel so… blissful.. Don’t you? =°w°=

Yes, since I’ve read the leaked lines one year ago, I was ‘blocked’ on this part about Heavy and strawberries. And with McVee’s last talk about it on his Tumblr, it popped in my head again. So here’s a Schtoopid Secksy Strawberry Strip. I wonder if something will happen on monday on TF website…~


Back in the end of March, I met Wrath IRL at my school, with my buddy San. And… As we were drinking coffee… Wrath made a pun. Sometimes, I feel like my friends often choose the most appropriate moment to make me laugh.  :3(San is represented by the Femsniper with the Hibiskus flower. Cuz she’s from New Caledonia and looooves those flowers <3)


Yesterday, I joined pybun on a Mannpower Grappling server! It was the first time I tried this and it really is refreshing.  
We soon have been joined by askwrathreview​, Bulbaneer and Thoopje for more fun! yeahyootooberzFTWLOULILOL~~

And at a moment, as I was Medic and Wrath was Sniper, I started to heal him… and realized that when you’re healing someone who’s using the grappling, you will magically following him in the air like a magnet <8′D …unless you stop the Medigun.
Please Valve, keep that funny thing in that mod XD It’s priceless and too cute :3