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@medcontrol-uncontrol
Interesting perspective
We can assume that anaesthesia induction has already taken place and that the patient is now awaiting surgery.
From this angle, the patient's face cannot be seen. The focus is on the mask, the harness and the hoses. We get the impression that the patient is merely an object, connected to the machine that is delivering the gas.
The anesthesia should keep you unconscious for the entire procedure, but there's a chance you'll wake up before I'm finished, and if that happens...well...that's what the restraints are for darling
-Dr. Mortè
Tough, but fair I think.
Monitors and machines beep as she lays connected to life support
Such a fantastic ambiance... 💕
the feeling of their gloves against my skin as i wait for the experiment to start >>>
There's really something special about the dynamics of touch: the patient's hand (ungloved) resting on the back of the examiner's hand or fingers (gloved). The patient is laid bare on the exam table, legs strapped securely in the stirrups, but their hands are left free and grab onto something, anything--the doctor's hand that eventually comes within reach. Sometimes it's when he pinches the folds of skin down there and separates them gently for the outer visual inspection of the vagina, or even when he puts a finger inside. It's okay, they're built for that. It's usually when the doctor places his free hand on top of the pubic mound, speculum in his other, that patients react. They panic. They grab at.
They all know they need the examination. He's only trying to help. In a way, it's like negotiating the terms of their surrender. Some patients look away, refusing to meet the doctor's eyes. Too embarrassed or scared. They'll respond to questions though, small yes's and no's, or yes and no-adjacent noises if that's more manageable for them. They're not covering their holes or fighting him. Their hand around the doctor's wrist or on his hand is not necessarily a no. It's a go slow. It's a wordless please don't hurt me.
Despite generous lubrication, despite being the perfect size (the doctor can tell from one check with his finger the gauge of the vaginal canal, tightness from nerves, allowances), the speculum blades feel uncomfy and alien and the patient squeezing his hand is a pause. A moment to catch their breath. Loosening means continue. I trust you. They're legs-spread-naked, all shaking knees and fluttering belly, in the middle of being penetrated with a foreign object but this way they have a modicum of control. This way it's intimate. The slightest hand contact. Their little pinkie a lifeline, maintaining touch as if to say I'm still here. Skin on rubber glove, it doesn't matter. It's, we're getting through this together, not, I'm doing this to you. Opening the blades is another slow torture but they can be brave for Doctor, they're doing such a good job for him so far.
I need to open up to a therapist about my medical trauma just for them to recommend an inpatient facility, send me there and have me relive everything until I am “healed”.
Bonus points: Last time the trauma was non-sexual, but this time the doctors believe connecting the experience to lust will trick my brain into believing this is something I want.
what, dear mouse, would we all need to be really cool about?
look. look look look. medfet is great: doctors and nurses and surgery suff, checkups, cool i guess, fine. but what i really crave is to be an involuntary patient. a long time ago. when things were crueler. i know this is not good. yes i have been inpatient, yes in modern times, and if you have something to say about the mistreatment of patients then or now, i don't want to hear it. this is not the space.
knowing that, you can hit the read more if youre gonna be chill and/or if that kinds stuff isnt triggering for you
Mistake on the First Day — literature by AlanStrid on DeviantArt. Yet another fairly dark anesthesia story. I've written a very similar stor
This is truly fantastic. Holy damn..
once again day dreaming about being strapped to a medical table and being experimented on!!!!
CPR and bagging her
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Takato Yamamoto
Current favorite part of induction is when the anesthetic in their veins finally, suddenly does it's job - eyes rapidly finish losing focus, their lids quivering softly, they take one last spontaneous breath. They'll have little recollection of ready mask being quickly sealed to their face, made to inhale via the bag attached to the anesthesia circuit as their head is gripped and tilted back. Finally practiced movements as the mask is pulled away to be replaced with the tube navigated down the throat. Just like that, a life is in their hands.
I want this done on my resus partner. Do you want to be her?
Random Resus Lines (in no particular order)
“Babe! Don’t give up on me! The ambulance is almost here!”
“Come on stay with me!”
“I can’t lose you !”
“Pulse check, hold compressions”
“Just breathe for me!”
“No, you can’t stop!”
“Bag her”
“Get her on the monitor”
“24 year old woman, down ten minutes”
“Last shock, come back to us girl”
“You have to save her!”
“Fuck, I’m not getting a pulse!”
“Clear!”
“Tox screen positive for opiates”
“We did everything we could, but we lost her”
“Nothing is working…should we call it?”
“No pulse on the monitor! Start compressions!”
“Her heart want strong enough this time”
“She didn’t make it”
“Baby, please breathe!”
“Shocking again at 360!”
“Damn it…Nothing”
“Doctor it’s been 40 minutes of resuscitation with no response”
“She’s got a pulse”
“Pushing epi!”
“Sweetie, don’t ever do that again”
“She’s gone”
“Time of death 11:54am”
The anesthesia should keep you unconscious for the entire procedure, but there's a chance you'll wake up before I'm finished, and if that happens...well...that's what the restraints are for darling
-Dr. Mortè
sarah sudhoff, exploratory surgery, from the series repository
dreamy
They take you in, the machine sits next to the table, with a black mask, lovely black corrugated tubing hanging in loops, the rebreather bag, hanging beside. They get you to sit up, and put sensors on - pulse ox, BP, ECG. You hear them beeping, tracing your excitement, which you try to contain.You keep looking round, and see intubation tray but nothing else.
You'd come as a volunteer for medical trials, not expecting this but that's OK, you're open minded and know they'll look after you
They're not really speaking to you, short orders - lift your arm, lean forward, hold still.Then they reach for the mask.
"Let's get you started" one says from behind her face mask.She takes the mask in her hand, and stands behind you, reaches round and holds the mask to your face. It smells strongly of sweet rubber, you get a little shiver as it closes on your face, and then it's held on ,by her gloved hand.
"Breath normally, from this point on I'll be managing and controlling what you breath" you take a breath, your chest expanding as the gas slightly rushes in. "Its just air" you think
Her colleague stands in front of you, mask straps in her hand. She reaches round the left of your head, her other hand grabbing the other end of the strap, and clips it tight on both sides. Your face is slightly squashed but it feels soft and nice. You're suddenly very aware of the sound of your breathing. You notice the rebreather expanding and contracting with your breath. You hear your heart rate rise on the monitor. The BP cuff suddenly springs into life, squeezing your arm tight
You keep breathing, the mask feels cool and the gas, the air feels normal, if coming in with more pressure than you expect.
"Time to lay back" you're told. Two hands on your shoulders guide you down as you rotate and lift your legs up onto the table. It's firm but comfortable. As you lay back a small pillow is under your head.
"Arms out, please" one says. You stretch your arms out and two boards are swung out, your arms are velcro strapped to them
"That's 5 minutes"
"start, 30%"
You realise you can't see what they are doing, and a new smell comes unto the mask. You breath it in and after a few breaths feel a woozy and detached a little. You look up at the white ceiling of the room. You try to turn your head towards the machine. Two hands firmly return you head to centre
"stay focused on your breathing, leave us to do our job" you're firmly told
You feel a sharp scratch in your arm. A canula is placed. You hear "push the..." but cannot make out what was said. You feel coldness travel up your arm
You start to feel quite distant, the sounds echo round you. "Breath with me" is the instruction. As you take your next breath, you feel it being somewhat forced in, quicker than you'd like. And again. And again.
You get scared, why are they forcing me to breath? You hear a tray rattle behind you
"Ready"
You feel another drug go in, this one burns, for a second or 2, then another cold sensation as another goes in
"That was a muscle relaxant, I'll soon be doing all your breathing for you"
The mask comes off
"Head back, open your mouth wide"
You're too spaced to do anything other than follow the order
"Now swallow"
A wet feeling in your mouth, you look down to see a tube, an lma entering your mouth, and being pushed in
You swallow as best you can, it's awkward but you do it. A tightening in your throat as the cuff is inflated
The tubes from the mask are attached. You look upwards and back, and realise the rebreather bag is in her hand, and she's squeezing it hard and often. Your lungs burn a bit as each breath is pushed in, but after 5 or 6 you realise the ability to breath is lessening, she is more and more breathing for you
The relaxant has taken effect, you try to move your head and realise you can't.
"Sevoflurane to 4%"
In the next couple of breaths, as the gas takes affect, as you get more and more distant, you hear
" see you soon, get used to this" ......
...."The surrogates ready," was the last thing you hear...
