tracheae

busket  asked:

┏/ↀ\┓here you go this one is better

HEY, LOOKING GOOD! THANKS KID. JUST FOR THAT YOU GET A CHOICE OF WHICH HUMAN YOU THINK WOULD BENEFIT FROM HAVING THEIR TRACHEA REPLACED WITH A CHEAP WASTE PIPE AND I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. 

mustscream  asked:

🔥 roxy give us an unpopular opinion about cleaning up dead bodies

    unpopular opinion ( muse edition ) || @mustscream


       inhale……..

               EXHALE.

do you know what it’s like when some damn people decide to slit a guys throat in the living room instead of the bathroom? there’s a perfectly good tub! frank fuckin’ castle does this thing where he has no regard to point blank shooting! bang, bang, right against that assholes jaw, or temple; if you shoot a guy in the temple he’s literally gonna have no skull and his brains are magically gonna seep in the cracks and i even managed to find an ear stuck to the corner of the ceiling!
    it’s awful! kilgrave likes to call me when someone apparently ripped their own throat out with their bare hands! what—how does someone do that to themselves? have you ever seen that?! do you know how a trachea looksGROSS, IT’S LIKE A WORM AND IT FLOPS AROUND WHEN YOU PUT UP THEIR BODY—yes, the jobs messy, i get it! BUT IS IT THAT HARD TO AT LEAST AVOID THE CARPETS AND WALLS LIKE YOU CAN KEEP IT CONTAINED TO HARD WOOD FLOORS OR THE BATHROOMJUST—-you know what’s awful as well?
    WHEN THE BODIES GROAN WHEN YOU MOVE THEM. why, i have NEVER been so scared—-and then people like to think you’ll only need an hour! no! i had a clean up that took at least THIRTY hours, i slept there and between when everything was drying, got up and went back to cleaning! it’s not easy! oh, you’re just a cleaning lady, YOUR JOB ISN’T HARD; you don’t know any better, you scrub at hardwood floors every night and you don’t have an education! yeah, well fuck you, I WENT TO COLLEGE. am i using it? …. no. but… i know how to clean up anything, how to get blood and the stench of a rotting body out of anything and a body stain out of anything when your dumbass lets them rot for over a week—i know how to dismember those bodies, hide and dispose of them—-you really wanna say i’m just a cleaning lady?

        cue a drawn out exhale—–her first breath in or out between that RANT. 

                                             “ —-okay, yeah, that was—-a lot. 

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Newly obtained surveillance video shows the violent encounter between a 17-year-old girl and Clairton police officers that left the teenager in the hospital.

A 17-year-old girl claims she was beaten by police in Clairton after she and her friends were stopped for a curfew violation Tuesday night.

Merceedez Wright admits she and her friends were out a few minutes after the city’s 10 p.m. curfew, and that she both ran from officers and resisted them after being tackled, but she doesn’t believe she deserves the injuries she suffered.

Wright is now recovering in the hospital with injuries to her trachea, esophagus and neck, plus several cuts and bruises.

“She’s a cheerleader, she’s a lifeguard at the Clairton pool, she was just on prom court,” said Wright’s mother, Audelia Amoah. “She’s a good kid.”

Even so, Wright admits she ran from officers.

“I was scared because of how he got out of the car. He didn’t just walk out, he jumped out of the car and started chasing me, so my first instinct was to run,” she said.

Wright also said she did resist officers once she was knocked to the ground. She said she was trying to get her arms free to protect herself.

Clairton police did not respond to requests for comment.

Read more: http://www.wtae.com/news/teenage-girl-says-police-beat-her-after-curfew-violation/26992088#ixzz388DHjtCm

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Bone-Appetit!

Normally Otis doesn’t get to eat at the table, but doesn’t every pup deserve a Thanksgiving celebration?

This month’s BarkBox comes loaded with holiday-appropriate goodies. There’s a squeaky carrot plush AND turkey leg for Otis to nosh on. Well-balanced meal right there.

And the treats this month are perfect for the holiday. Who doesn’t enjoy some…beef bladder and trachea?! Well, apparently pups love the stuff. I won’t ask Otis to share those though. He sure seems to like them.

Happy Barksgiving to all our fans!

“Reconstruction of opisthosomal air-sacs of female Phidippus clarus, as in Fig. 1, showing extent of unobstructed air space. The striped border of the air space represents a reticulum of cuticular struts, struts which can maintain a minimum air space within the sacs as they are compressed by opisthosomal pressure. The struts are oriented perpendicular to the wall of the air sac, as the lines indicate. The irregular hypodermis enclosing (underlying) the air-sacs, and situated between silk glands, muscles, and digestive (mid-gut) diverticulae is not shown. Representative vertical (transverse) sections are included in the diagram, and these correspond to the transverse lines on the central figure. The departure of principal groups of tracheae from the air sacs is also shown.”

From: ’Tracheae of salticid spiders

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Tracheostomy?
A tracheotomy or a tracheostomy is an opening surgically created through the neck into the trachea (windpipe) to allow direct access to the breathing tube and is commonly done in an operating room under general anesthesia. A tube is usually placed through this opening to provide an airway and to remove secretions from the lungs. Breathing is done through the tracheostomy tube rather than through the nose and mouth.

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“Reconstruction of dorsal view of air-sacs and tracheae in the opisthosoma of an adult female Phidippus clarus Keyserling 1884 from Corvallis, Oregon. The drawing is based upon 10 fim serial transverse sections of the entire opisthosoma. Air-sacs are stippled. The tracheal system extends from the slit- spiracle just anterior to the spinnerets on the ventral opisthosoma (bottom) to a bundle of tube tracheae associated with the opisthosomal nerves which passes through the pedicel (top) into the prosoma. Some of the latter actually pass, ventrally, between the commissures of the fused subesophageal ganglia at the midline. For reference the epigastric groove and several representative transverse sections are shown. The entire extent of the individual tracheae is not shown.”

From: ’Tracheae of salticid spiders

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An important lesson on The Flare.

This fellow’s days are nothing but bright but when the sun scorches the Earth, heck! Anything could flare up. And your body could react in mere seconds. 

The flare virus attacks the body instantly, inflaming your internal organs. First, your trachea tightens which limits respiratory ability. Your heart enlarges, reducing blood flow. Muscles spasms can strict your lungs within minutes. Quickly, the liver‘s ability to metabolize and function is weakened. Your brain begins to experience paranoia. Hallucinations and aggressive behavior are common. Changes in skin may occur. Blisters, boils, and cysts are often experienced with the flare.

But don’t worry, he’s okay! He reported straight to one of our emergency medical centers and received innovative treatment.

We can take care of you and your loved ones.

The Flare, be on the lookout. If you see the signs, report to us immediately.

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This is my nephew, Daire. He’s five years old, he loves superheroes, jigsaws, Jake and the Neverland Pirates and Nicki Minaj, and he has Apert Syndrome.

Apert Syndrome is a condition Daire has had from birth wherein his fingers and toes were fused together, and his skull was misaligned and misshapen. Simply put, Daire’s syndrome has led to countless surgeries, and countless more in his future. Daire is a source of great strength to my family, and he is without a doubt my best friend. Daire suffers a lot of chronic pain and breathing difficulties due to his syndrome.

At one point, Daire’s syndrome led to a procedure in John Radcliffe hospital in Oxford where his skull had to be removed from his head. During this procedure, Daire could have died. More recently, Daire has been fitted with a trachie - an external trachea which allows him to breathe. (See that little white thing in his throat? That’s his trachie.) However, doctors claimed it would be impossible for him to speak with this trachie fitted. With Daire though, when doctors say “no”, Daire shouts “YES!”

Daire has fought through so much in his lifetime and I and the rest of his family are incredibly proud of him. Daire is currently fitted with a frame that is implanted in his head which pins into his skull in order to realign his airways to allow him to breathe. It may look daunting, but Daire loves Freddy the frame, and even tells us to give Freddy kisses!

However, when Daire was born, his mother, Colette, was not aware of what Apert Syndrome was. She wasn’t even sure if her little miracle was going to be okay. Hospital staff were puzzled, and couldn’t officially declare what made Daire so special. There was plenty of confusion and turmoil. Our family just wanted to know if Daire was healthy, but hospital staff couldn’t even say for sure. We were emotionally distraught, and I only wish we had the same information made available to us today.

But what is the point of this post? Well, since we live in an age where personal history and disability awareness are a mere click away, my sister Colette has set up a Facebook page for Daire. Since I have over 10,000 followers on Tumblr, I promised my sister that I would make a signal boost post to spread awareness! This post is to spread awareness, to educate, and to hopefully destroy some of the more privileged ideas surrounding casual ableism - a fear or prejudice of the disabled through a lack of knowledge of disability.

You can find Daire’s page by clicking here!

The purpose of the Facebook page is to spread awareness of Apert Syndrome and to allow Daire a document of sorts to look back on as he grows older to rediscover the struggles he went through. We are very proud to state that Daire’s Journey has just over 1000 likes as of today, August 10th 2015. But that isn’t enough! We need to spread awareness of this condition to allow people to comprehend what they are seeing, whether it’s inquisitive strangers who need to be educated on what Apert Syndrome is, parents who may have just had a child with Apert Syndrome, or, most importantly, people with Apert Syndrome themselves who wish to branch out and find more people involved in the community.

SO: go on Facebook and click “Like” on Daire’s Journey - when you do so, message me on Tumblr, reblog this post and I’ll follow you back. Hopefully together we can raise awareness of Apert Syndrome and help the Apert Syndrome community grow and get in contact with eachother.

Thank you all very much!

1. Don’t be surprised when I take you by the throat. When your January shaped trachea becomes slave to my fist. When your March sized lungs watch me breathe my way into survival. When the bathroom stalls forget to remember what my running mascara looks like. Don’t be surprised when I leave you gasping, leave your unhinged ivory keys atop the piano, unplayable, unsolvable. When I storm my way into your stomach, don’t be surprised when your dizzy is permanent.

2. Love me hard and careless, baby. Love me ripped nylons and dusty canvases and enough black paint for all the roads that still need building here. Love me bridges, love me protection, but love me dust that settles on the rims of last week’s coffee cups and writer’s block, love me waiting. Love me all, love me whole, and I will hold you with every limb of me, every square mile of me that can afford to pave foundation for you. I will drop you at my feet some mornings, I will forget to drive by your curb some nights, I will call you by another name in the dark, I will scribble you as someone else in the corners of my letters. But love me the ways you know best, and we will learn compromise together.

3. I will sit on my kitchen floor in a bra one size too small. I will sit on my kitchen floor and write black marker mantras into each linoleum tile. “It is okay to cry,” they will say. “You are worth the fall,” they will tell me. I will sit on my kitchen floor with my legs crossed and wine in my hair and nothing between me and holy except a box of dozen donuts. Let that be okay. Let me pretend I have someone to share them with. Let me pretend the ghosts have left. My sheets will stay tangled for more than half of your days. Let me pretend I have someone to share them with. Be happy for me when I do.

4. Wrap barbed wire around your deeper rivers. My ankles will be proof I have traveled the length of you. Wrap ropes around every part of this life and watch me untie my legs. Wallpaper these walls with blank paper and give me pens with no ink, so I may learn how to make poetry of nothing but my skin and what lies beneath it. Do not stop until I am ready. Do not show me pictures of sunsets or buy me maroon lipstick until I am ready.

5. Help me give back to the words. They have loved me with their forked lips and held my chin to the sky with their spiked fingertips, I owe them this. This space, this breath, this is their doing, their hyper-realistic artwork. Help me write myself into oblivion, help me write my way back, help me write mistakes and forgiveness. Help me write wrong, help me use the apostrophes I have gathered to write wrong until I can right wrongs and write right again.

6. Forgive me. I will be slippery. I will be a hoax. I will be the contagion under your door, the broken mattress string that squeaks when you make love. I will be dirty. But I will also be queen, crowned with wreaths made of yesterday’s poems and a coronation at the foot of every sleepless night. I will be your savior, your sailor, your safe ship back home to a country you ache to remember the sky of. I will be all I have left in me. I am not yet, but I will be. And you are here to help me be. So come. Come closer. Closer. Be with me.

—  “Dear 2014” by Ramna S.
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Hannibal: 30 day meme
Day 2: A favorite guest star and/or “killer of the week”
↳ Tobias Budge

I open his throat from the outside to access the trachea and expose the vocal cords. I open his throat from the inside, using the neck of a cello. Powder on the wound. I wanted to play him. I wanted to create a sound. My sound. This… is my design.

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Damselflies go through incomplete metamorphosis: egg, nymph stages and adult stage. After mating, the female lays her eggs in vegetation or directly in the water of ponds or rivers. Upon hatching, the nymph goes through approximately 10-12 immature stages, instar, feeding on small insects and fish. The life cycle of a damselfly is spent mostly in the aquatic nymph stage. They have three leaf-like gills near the rear that are specialized for breathing and propelling underwater. Spiracles, small holes on the surface of the nymph, obtain oxygen to the tracheal system.

The trachea are ribbed tubes that attach along the abdomen from the spiracle. The trachea branches into tracheole, thinner tubes, that supply oxygenated blood flow to the cells inside the damselfly. When the final instar approaches adulthood, it exits the water to moult its exoskeleton on a leaf, stem, or twig. The young damselfly emerges from behind the head and on top of the thorax with pale colouration and slowly expands its abdomen and wing. The transformation from aquatic to air-borne takes several hours to complete. Once it reaches adult stage, it will return to the water to mate.

Illustrated by mirandasivilay