im not anti-self dx per say but when i see 14 year olds on here diagnosing themselves with 3 personality disorders it’s really hard to be supportive since their personalities are still developing and therefore will change as they mature and get older. also, the mental health community on here isn’t so healthy at times. often times i see people shutting down others for simply giving advice on how to feel better/what you can do to help yourself…this is especially toxic for impressionable young people who will take anything they see and form the same beliefs. this goes for diagnosing yourself as well; by saying there is no way to see a doctor because of the bias of mental health professionals, costs, etc. you are essentially telling young people to not even try to reach out. although i do understand where many people are coming from when they talk about the flaws in the mental health system it is still best to reach out if/when you can…that being said once again i’m not completely anti-self dx but i do believe it is not completely necessary. professionals give diagnosis to help them figure out what meds/treatment can help and unless you are using your diagnosis to help yourself it really is useless.
Let me tell you a story about a girl who quit med school
There once was was a girl who really enjoyed learning. She rarely had problems with her school work. Science has been something she had a particular interest in.
She has always been one of the best students in her school and her fascination in biology and chemistry has been noticed by her teachers. She Attended an individual education program in these two subjects, where she could learn faster and learn more with a couple of students with similar interests. At that point in life she wanted to be a scientist and work in a laboratory. So whenever anyone suggested she became a doctor, she would just say that it’s not something that interests her.
Her idea of future has changed the day she started high school. She decided to leave the door open for other ideas and see what life brings. The thing she was sure of was that in adult life she wants to help people. Her family, teachers and friends were telling her that that’s where they see her in the future- in a hospital helping patients. She really wanted to become a doctor at that point.
She read a lot of medical books, did volounteer work at an organization, which helped cancer fighters and worked extremely hard to pass her finał exams in order to be accepted into med school.
And then it happened! She got several messages from several medical universities that she is accepted! But the university of her first choice said no. She felt extremely proud, because her tests went great and she could pick from university offers, but that one university she was wishing to study at the most turned her down. That’s when she started having doubts. What if she wasn’t meant to be a doctor and life was giving her a hint? But she got accepted into other schools and that had to mean something aswell.
She decided to give medicine a try. She packed her bags, rented a small flat in a completely unknown city and set off for the biggest adventure of her life. The first couple of weeks were amazing! The new books, new friends, new classes. Everything was so fascinating to read about! But after some time, after the first fascination, the struggle started.
She no longer enjoyed studying the subjects that she was taking. Some days she couldn’t concentrate at all and just sat at her desk for a couple of hours not getting any work done. She missed her family and old friends a lot and didn’t get along too well with the new buddies. She cried every night, but she knew that these studies were hard for everyone, so she kept moving on, despite the health problems she started having.
After all, she wanted to help others.
But one day something inside her cracked. Within minutes she completely fell apart. She couldn’t stop crying for a couple of hours. She decided to call her mother and ask for some comforting words. They were on the phone for 2 or 3 hours. That’s when she told her mom, that she doesn’t want to do it anymore, she just can’t handle it any longer. Her mom understood and said that she noticed that something has been wrong for a long time now, that she was miserable and forgot about her health. Her mother wasn’t angry or disappointed. She wanted her daughter to live again. That moment of understanding, her mother’s words gave her the courage to stand up and get herself out of the hopeless state she found herself in.
And that’s when the girl decided to quit, to end the struggle. She tried her best and fought till the end, but medicine just wasn’t for her. She’s been thinking about it for a couple of weeks now, but that phone call gave her the courage to do so. The next day, she signed her resignation paper, handed it in, packed her bags and headed home.
That girl is turning 20 in a month and her name is Zuzanna, or Zuzia as people call her.
Yes, I am that girl. I quit med school after nearly a year of hard work, many tears and generating health problems. I tried my best to fit into the med students community, to start enjoying studying again, but I failed. But I don’t feel ashamed. It took me almost the whole year to understand that medicine is not for me. It took me a year to see that it only seems so perfect form the outside and on the inside it’s just full of abnegations, disappointments and illusions. It took me a year to see that my teenage dreams of becoming a scientist are my true dreams.
I am full of respect and appreciation for all the doctors and medical students, who sacrifice their lives to serve every person in need. The career you have chosen is probably one of the most amazing and wonderful paths in life. But as doctor Luanda Grazette once said:
“Medicine is only for those who cannot imagine doing anything else.”
And I could imagine myself doing something else. I actually want to study biology, something I’ve always been charmed by, and try to help others either by teaching or working in a laboratory. But for now, I’m planning on getting healthy and finding peace and happiness in life again.
If you are going through relatable problems, have comparable doubts about your studies or have any questions concerning this issue, feel free to message me either though this blog or through my private page here.
“Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.” ― Mandy Hale
Have you ever been to the vet but were a little confused by a word or two they said? Have you ever wondered what those fancy words actually mean? Well, never fear, your friendly vet student is here to give you a list of commonly used medical words and definitions that you might just hear at your next vet appointment.
-> CBC/Complete Blood Count: This is a type of bloodwork that looks at numbers for the different types of cells in your blood, such as White Blood Cells (WBC), Red Blood Cells (RBC), and platelets, to name a few.
-> Blood Smear: Where blood is smeared on a microscope slide and analyzed for RBC morphology (anatomy/shape), organisms, what types of WBCs are present, etc.
-> Anemia: Means a decreased number of RBCs and/or hemoglobin in the blood, resulting in weakness or paleness.
-> Neutrophil: Type of White Blood Cell, which is a cell of your immune system that can be elevated in inflammation, infection, etc.
-> Chemistry: This is a type of bloodwork that looks at the body systemically, such as kidney values, liver enzymes, glucose, cholesterol, electrolytes, etc.
-> Urinalysis: This is where the urine is tested for things like pH, glucose, ketones, blood, etc. This can also be paired with a sample of said urine being analyzed on a slide for cells, crystals, or casts.
-> Diagnostics: Tests (bloodwork, x-rays, etc) to figure out what the disease/problem is.
-> Baseline Diagnostics: Your baseline diagnostics (in most cases), would be a CBC, Chemistry, and Urinalysis.
-> Radiographs: Commonly referred to as x-rays. Abdominal x-rays = abdominal radiographs.
-> Fine Needle Aspirate (FNA): Where a needle is inserted into a mass/lump/bump and is then put on a microscope slide to see what sort of cells (if any) are present in said lump.
-> Alopecia: Loss of hair
-> Hepatic: Referring to the liver.
-> Renal: Referring to the kidney.
-> Neoplasia: AKA abnormal growth of tissue, AKA cancer.
-> Metastasis: Spread/growth of cancer. Metastasis to the lungs = growth of tumor from primary location to the lungs.
Summary: You’re on pain meds, and won’t stop running your mouth.
Word Count: 876
Warnings: swearing, talk of drugs, implied smut, mentions of leg fracture
A/N: Just a small drabble-ish piece that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while :) It’s been hard for me to write part 3 of Fading because I haven’t been in the mood to write angst lately :/
“What the hell is wrong with her?” Sam gestures to you with a nod of his head, referring to your current state. You rest your chin on your hand, propping your elbow up on the table as you stare directly at a water bottle, facing the living room.
1. A place to stay and someone to stay with. Seriously, recovery is not something you can do on your own. If you know a nurse who is willing to hang out with you it makes life 10X easier because they are used to seeing blood and helping people and cleaning up messes. My friend even helped me wash my hair over his kitchen sink and changed my dressings for me. No reaching, no stretching, no bending over, it’s great.
2. Something soft and comforting. The pain meds made me woozy and a little emotional. I couldn’t control when I slept, when I was awake, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open sometimes. I lost track of time, started conversations I didn’t remember, etc. Having something around that was constant like a specific blanket, a drink you like, a tv show you can binge on that you’ve watched before (you’ll fall asleep and no remember what happened), helped make me feel more stable. I chose a blanket and pillow that I particularly like. And have some Arizona tea always around.
3. Bendy Straws. This is pretty common but they’re really a life saver. I didn’t have to pick my arms up for anything really.
4. Something to keep toilet paper closer to the toilet in the bathroom. Whether this is a cheap toilet paper rack or even a small bucket or stool, I had issues reaching the toilet paper roll because it was either too far in front of me or on the wall behind me. Consider where the toilet paper is in your bathroom and make adjustments if you need to.
5. Glass cleaning cloth. With how much I fell asleep and woke up, my glasses were constantly on and off my face, falling on the floor, and of course I had to pick them up with my toes if I was alone because I couldn’t bend them over. At some point I was ready to safety pin a cloth to my surgery binder so I didn’t have to keep asking for one when I couldn’t see through all the smudges. This is also helpful for computer screens and phone screens especially if you aren’t wearing normal clothing like a soft tshirt or jacket.
6. Easy access medications. If your meds come with child locks on them, you might not be able to open them. Find a jar or something with a really easy access lid - something that screws off with you having to push buttons or pop anything - and LABEL things according to what you use them for. Pain meds really clogged my thoughts so seeing words like “OW” and “BLEH” on the top of bottles helped me distinguish which med was for pain and which med was for nausea. Have fun with this one.
7. A pillow that won’t run away. If you’re sleeping in a bed, try body pillows around you. If you’re sleeping on a couch, make sure it’s not a couch that will swallow you between the cushions. I spent most of my time in a recliner with a travel pillow around my neck.
8. Meditation music or something quiet. After the first 12-24 hours I found myself holding my shoulders up trying to reduce the pain on my incisions which caused a lot of tension in my back, neck, and shoulders. At some points they were more painful than the incisions. Take some time to really meditate and relax your muscles or the tightness will impact everything around you - pain levels, mood, etc.
9. Easy access snacks. I love clementines so we found some that were easy to peel. Chip bags that are small and easy to handle are nice too. Light plates, bowls, plastic cups, things that don’t require a lot of coordination work well because it’s hard to get situated and then have to reach for a ton of things. Eat food that only requires one utensil. Etc.
10. Short Walks. March in Michigan is cold, so we went to stores to get one or two things, I leaned over a cart and hobbled through. It made me dizzy and painful, it sucked most of the time, but once I sat down and relaxed I felt so much better than pre-walk. I wasn’t fidgety anymore, I felt like I could actually sit still and let myself heal rather than getting up every 10 minutes or asking for water or reading a book or scratching or painting my nails. I slept better after walks, I ate better after walks, and I felt more emotionally stable after walks.
Okay, those are my top 10 things. I’m sure there are others depending on your situation. Some people recommend cough drops for your sore throat after anesthesia, I didn’t experience this. I also experienced a little more draining than a lot of guys do and thus needed some extra gauze and bandages. Long phone chargers, comfy slippers, and loose-fitting clothes are often recommended too. I used my regular 6ft charger, had some slippers but mostly only wore them when my feet were cold, and I wore shorts and my surgery binder for most of the week after because it was easier to regulate my temperature with blankets than take clothes on and off.
If you have any questions feel free to message me.
*abled-bodied voice* i dont RELY on medication!! i only take like tylenol or a singular ibuprofen when i catch a cold!! sorry but i dont condone the use of painkillers or medicinal weed, i just cant see the help in it!!! sorry!!! like u do u and smoke if u want to but, ya know…. i dont have to!!! so u shouldnt have to either!!! chronic pain??? more like chronic LAME, ahaha! i just do yoga and shove kale and whole grain banana nut smoothies up my asshole!!! and im completely fine!!!
Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, sexual situations, +18
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Your skin sizzles, your blood boils and all your senses are awake and kicking to life. Each and every one of them are now focused on the man who is by your side. Through the fog that is your mind you discover yourself leaning on his warmth, your hands roaming freely by his powerful forearms and your skin burning because of his mere existence.
Vaguely you realize that you have entered in your heat. And not in chill way.