#irlsickfic

Unrelated but my plan for surgery includes

Survive

Shameless plug for attention and all the snuggles because dammit I deserve it

Ice cream

Because tumblr won’t let me update my old masterlist on mobile, I decided to start a new one. This will begin with any posts I made this year (2025). Feel free to peep my og masterlist for the many, many posts I have made over the years before this.

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Created: August 2025

Last updated: July 2026

Total works: 9 (+39 in the old masterlist)

✨Guidelines and Boundaries✨ that you absolutely need to read before sending an ask or sliding into my DM’s pleaseandthankyou

Now, onto the fun stuff!

IRL stories

After the hike

Fainting

Sick at night

Caretaking after a faint

Surgery Part I

Sick on vacation

Audios

Suddenly sick

Making myself puke

Dry heaving

Asks

Planning a puke sesh

💕Introducing The Bump💕

(Not pregnant, just an endometriosis girly who gets the surprisingly sexy belly that comes with it. I hate hate hate endometriosis but I would be lying if I didn’t enjoy the bump sometimes).

- my last year in undergrad, I was walking to class with a friend. This was probably the 2nd or 3rd faint he witnessed. I told him I felt sick and sat down on some nearby steps, and he knelt in front of me. And then I went out🫠When waking up from passing out, I’m laying flat on my back now, looking up at the sky, and also my friend’s face hovering over me. He goes, “welcome back bestie” and gives me a peace sign. It was literally the exact expression of 😗✌🏻 which I did not get a chance to fully appreciate, because I passed out again. When I woke up, he was on the phone with my sister. He looked down at me and was like, “hey! Grace is coming to pick you up. PLEASE can I carry you.” To which I mumbled some sort of reply, and he went, “great!” and then hoisted me into his arms, carried me about 1/4 of a mile to the parking lot, stuffed me in my sister’s car, and then went, “I know this is normal for her but, like, maybe take her to a doctor?” And then on the drive back to my apartment my sister bought me a sandwich and after that I was All Better.

- this one is from the semester before, with the same friend. I am in a lecture hall of maybe 20th people when I knock out. While everyone freaks out, my friend just stands up and goes, “nothing to see here,” and then I’m pretty sure just grabs my legs and drags me out the door. The floor was marble so not a lot of friction. At least this is the story I was told. What I remember is that I wake up in the hallway with him kneeling next to me, and he just gives me a thumbs up and goes, “party rockin?” To which I replied, “what the fuck is happening?”

- I passed out cold in front of the elevators leading up to my dorm my sophomore year. I woke up cradled in the lap of a frat boy who was stroking my hair. 4 of his frat brothers also gathered around us. It was like when Dorthy woke up from her coma at the end of The Wizard of Oz. I had never met any of them. The one holding me went, “can we get her somewhere more private?” And then just lifted me up in his arms bridal style and brought me into one of the study rooms. At this point I’m more awake and talking now and told him to call my roommate, who came down. He hoisted me back up, took me back to my dorm, and then TUCKED ME INTO BED. Probably the wildest one of them all.

Without giving away too much personal detail, I frequently pass out, throw up, have seizures, and generally very rarely feel anything other than shit. It’s made working difficult but I’ve earned myself a lot of respect points in the toughness department from my coworkers by persevering through it. So the other day I wake up and I just feel off. Like maybe 70% more miserable than I typically do. I feel dizzy, tired, feverish, nauseous, weak, all that fun stuff. And also sadly all in the range of normal for me. bleh.

I get to work and I feel just terrible. In our before work meeting I let everyone know that today is not a good day but I’m gonna try my best. After being at work for less than half an hour, I’m suddenly hit with a wave of weakness and vertigo that has me stumbling to the break room thinking I’m going to puke. I get to our staff bathroom and just brace my hands on the sink and look into the mirror… my face is extremely pale with tinges of yellow at the corners of my mouth, I’m shivering, and my vision is getting hazy. This was too much for me to breathe through and then get back to work. I knew I was too sick to be here and I needed to go home. I step into the break room where one of my coworkers (who is a close friend) is clocking in and tell her that I’m feeling really sick. She goes to grab my manager while I wait in the break room with my eyes closed, one hand on my chest and the other over my stomach, trying to calm the dizziness and nausea. But whatever was going wrong with my body at the time was just getting worse and I seriously felt so so sick. Apparently my coworker went to the office, told our manager “hey ro says she’s not feeling well and she’s resting in the break room,” my manager exchanges looks with another coworker (who is a very very beautiful man that I may or may not have had a crush on for months) and they both just get up and RUN. But what I see is my manager sprinting into the break room with my other coworker on her heels. And I’m lucky they got there when they did, because I don’t remember what happened next.

What I do remember is that I come to laying on the floor, with my male coworker (I’ll call him A for simplicity) at my side holding my hand and my manager calling 9-1-1. I hear A say, “hey, her eyes are fluttering. She’s waking up.” My vision is still swimming and I can barely see his face. I suddenly realize I can only see out of one eye and that I can’t move or feel one side of my face. He was saying “hey Ro, can you look at me? Can you open your eyes?” but I was too weak to reply. I start fading in an out of consciousness again but can somewhat hear him explaining to the paramedics who are arriving what happened. I catch the words “she just had a seizure” and “she might [and then some words I can’t make out] a stroke.” I guess one side of my face was drooping which has never happened before, and understandably, my coworkers thought I was having a stroke or a TIA. The paramedics sit me up despite me being barely conscious and unable to sit up on my own, so A is supporting literally all of my weight and I am cradled against his chest. My head starts to slip forward and he catches my forehead with his palm and gently leans it agains his shoulder while his other arm stays wrapped around my waist. I’m starting to come to again and can feel myself being held by him and can feel the paramedics strapping on a blood pressure cuff to get my vitals. Then I start to pass out again, hear the words “we need to take her now” and I suddenly feel myself being lifted bridal style by A as he very gently sets me in the gurney to take me to the hospital. I fully wake up in the ambulance and just start SOBBING. There are probably like 8 or so paramedics working around me and none of them seem to know what to do. We get to the hospital and I explain that these episodes are normal for me, I don’t need to be examined (as no treatment exists for my condition), and that I can have someone come pick me up and take me home. I text A to tell him that I’m in the ER and am awake and doing fine now (he’s still at work). He texts back, “i know you would be, i was there to take care of you.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺MY HEART

I went out to lunch with my family the other day feeling completely fine, but halfway through lunch I start feeling kinda off. A little bit achy, maybe, and I was noticing some slight chills course through me. I didn’t pay much attention to it, since I have chronic illness and am used to not feeling well on the daily. By the time brunch was over and we all split off, I noticed feeling significantly tired. I had a second date that night with a new guy I am really getting the feels for (A and I split things off because I moved, so meet new guy A lol), and was really hoping that I wasn’t actually sick because I really really really wanted to see him tonight. Not even 30 minutes after I got home I realized I was definitely coming down with something. The soreness I got earlier turned into full blown body aches, I was wracked with chills, and my skin felt prickly all over. My temperature was elevated at 99.5, but not a fever yet. My stomach felt uneasy and food from brunch was churning unhappily in my belly. I was so uncomfortable. I texted A, “hey, I am so SO sorry to cancel on you but I am sick and not feeling well at all :(“ he immediately got back to me saying that he hopes I feel better soon and offered to bring me food🥺 he’s so sweet (and also a major hottie. not relevant to the story line, but definitely relevant to ME since I’m the one who gets to make out with him). I declined since I didn’t want him getting sick (that would probably break my fucking heart in two) and we made an agreement to reschedule our date. I crawled into bed feeling totally and completely awful at this point and resigned to my fate of being sick. I slept restlessly for a few hours, waking up every once in awhile to check my temp which was steadily climbing. My skin was on fire. I registered that my throat was hurting really badly, which was making it hard to swallow anything, even water. That night there was a huge storm, and everyone in my apartment took shelter in the basement aside from me, who felt too sick to leave my room. That day was a pretty typical sick day, which I spent curled up in bed watching movies and flirting back and forth with A who texted me to see how I was feeling just about every 5 minutes😂 as my fever hit 102 that night I thought that was the worst it was going to get, and boy, was I wrong. I seriously had no idea what was coming.