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When Is a Seed Not a Seed (Bloodymary)
"Anomaly Simon very friendly toward 'little rocks' but frequently forgets Eridians fully sentient and capable medical professionals, statement."
Grace parses that. "He's not taking you seriously when you talk to him?"
"Keeps trying to hug nurses, statement. Upsetting. Upsetting."
Art by CaitMayArt
Chapters 1-5 up on AO3
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Theres something really insidious about how gastric bypass advocates deny that essential organ mutilation is unhealthy.
"I've lost so much weight I'm so healthy" your stomach is mutilated.
"My doctor is praising my progress" your stomach is mutilated.
"I fit in so many more clothes now"
Because an essential, life sustaining organ in your body was cut up and your digestive system rerouted.
Health isn't the end all be all of value, humanity or importance but I feel like there is a huge lie here when this is "healthy" and it's just ignored.
Sorry to just bring this up out of no where but I was reminded of how little this is really talked about in bypass circles. Like, no matter what, you are now unhealthy. The spector of health continues. The Ouroboros is unbroken. Only this time it's doctor approved.
-mod squirrel
whining below cut. sorry i just really need to get this out to SOMEONE since I don't really have anyone to talk to.
i'm in so much pain and i can't wait until this bloody tooth gets pulled on friday. i haven't been able to eat on the right side of my mouth for a year all because my implant failed (2 years later) due to bone degradation (I'm one of the unlucky 1% of failed implants, apparently) and possibly the metal plate of my implant may be broken but the specialist won't be able to tell until i get the surgery done. I have to get it taken out and the whole area bone-grafted and redone. it took six months to see the specialist, and then another month before i could get the surgery. the metal base of my implant is currently just sitting above a hollow space in my jaw, and in turn the tooth is just loosely sitting there in the space. In turn, it's loose and it hurts so much and pain killers aren't doing anything anymore because it's inflamed. AND I grind my teeth at night so I wake up with a jaw that hurts SO much.
I just want to pull this whole tooth out on my own omgggg.
I can't eat solid food anymore because any movement of my tongue jostles the implant and accidentally chewing too hard chomps down on the implant and sending immense pain through my whole right side of my face.
I'm just so upset because this initial implant cost me about 10K WITH insurance and a year and a half from start to finish, and now I have to spend another 10K and another year to fix it.
why is dentistry (AND EYES OMG) NOT COVERED UNDER OHIP UGHHHH.
sorry, I shouldn't whine about this. i know i've got it good since my insurance is REALLY good because of my job (it's covering half of my surgery on friday. it will still cost me 2000$) but then I have to wait until 2027 for my insurance to reset to finish phase 2 of the implant.
Anyway, sorry. I try to keep my personal troubles away from y'all, i just... feel really bloody alone and i'm crying every night. my weekend is going to fucking suck but holy shit i just want this tooth gone.
At the hospital rn. In about… a half hour or so they’re going to knock me out and remove the tube they put up my kidney a while ago. I appreciate what it has done for me but ultimately, I’m glad we’re parting ways because feeling it move around when I sit or stand up feels kind of weird #newbeginnings #gratitude #mytube
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Choose a thing to do to your f/o (but it's all unhinged things I've said I want to do to my f/o)!
Feed them sugar cubes out of your hand like a horse
Upload their consciousness onto your computer to keep them alive forever
Squish them with a shoe
Curb stomp them until they stop moving
Perform surgery on them
Push them onto their back and watch them flail like a bug
Was reading about Horatio Nelson (as one does) and came across quite a few articles that discuss him as a figure made famous both by bravery in battle and by bravery in the face of medical/surgical suffering. It's interesting how connected those two concepts were in naval history especially in the age of sail. It's probably obvious that they would be connected. Naval vessels in wartime were incredibly dangerous and violent and also had all their medical necessities on board - right there for when they would inevitably be needed.
And I am feeling Something (?). Possibly it's horror at the violence of empire and Nelson's role in perpetrating it all while suffering himself (empire vampirizing its young). Or possibly it's a sort of fellow feeling because, yeah, man, medical suffering does suck and it's nice to have that recognized in a way that feels mostly not patronizing.
"S'gonna hurt," says the clockmaker around the tool in her mouth, and before Sable can ask any follow-up questions or even really brace itself, she prises.
It does hurt. It hurts really, really bad. Sable tries to pull away but the clockmaker has it by the wrist and she’s stronger than it and the pain sharpens and sharpens and turns inside-out and then suddenly goes, leaving in its wake a tender achey empty feeling.
A sob lurches in Sable's throat. "Ow," it says.
"Mm." The clockmaker clicks her tongue in sympathy and pats it on the shoulder, which makes it wobble a little in its chair. "Don't you worry, you're doing alright. A lot of dolls cry at that part." She takes its pointer finger between two of her own, gentle now, and curls it inwards like she's checking the joints for stick. "Sable, wasn't it?"
Sable's gaze lands on its arm, lying on the clockmaker's lap, turned belly-over at the elbow and opened right up and all the little piano strings inside glistening in the light and, oh, moving, and skitters off like touching a stove.
"Yes, Miss," it manages, making sure it only looks at her face, forward and not down. "Sable."
"Thought so." The clockmaker smiles at it over the... over the, um, open place. She’s reached its ring finger now. The corresponding doll-string slides in its housing. "Pretty name for a pretty doll.”
“... D-do you say that to every doll you work on, Miss?” Sable knows it shouldn’t tease, especially not now of all times, but the clockmaker is nice and only sort-of a person, so maybe it’s okay.
A raspy, clicking laugh. It is okay. “Just the nervous ones.”
