#covidbrain

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

#Covid  /  #LongCovid research from the UK

Press release: Ongoing brain injury caused by #COVID19 may not always be detected by routine tests

<p>A new study published today (22 December 2023) in <em>Nature Communications</em> details that markers of brain injury are present in the

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Para-infectious brain injury in COVID-19 persists at follow-up despite attenuated cytokine and autoantibody responses - Nature Communication

COVID-19 can be associated with neurological complications. Here the authors show that markers of brain injury, but not immune markers, are

[forgottenfurs]

The politics of breakups today are very strange. While I understand that we can mediate the amount of virtual access we allow those in our personal lives (though, can we really?)…something truly unsettling seems to occur once a personal tie is severed and a virtual tie remains.

The intimacy of truly knowing someone, or the belief at one point or another that you did, and the abrupt separation from that is a harrowing experience on its own. Listen to any song and you will hear this struggle. Now we also must also contend with the pseudo/virtual/voyeur/exhibitionist relationship that could exist online in place of our genuine connections...?

I think of that scene in sex and the city where Charolette opens the paper & reads Big and Natasha’s wedding announcement to Carrie. Information that was once rather rare to receive/avoidable, is now offered up by ourselves or at the very least, easily accessible.

[dedkake]

when i was a horse | mcshep, .6k, t

thank you @pinkoptics​ for providing me with comfort and entertainment while i’ve been sick! and indulging my silly little ideas <3<3

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“A horse?”

“Yeah.” That comes out sounding more like a sigh than anything else as the blankets shift around on the bed. “A horse.”

“You fell asleep listening to me explain the finer points of tuning the deep space sensors and you dreamed I was a horse?”

John wrestles the blankets down, presumably just so Rodney can see the creative way he’s got his eyebrow raised, since he doesn’t say anything, just levels Rodney with a bland look.

Or he’s hot again.

“It makes sense,” Rodney says, setting aside his laptop and grabbing the thermometer off the nightstand. John’s fever had broken the day before, but Rodney’s not above being cautious. “Maybe. Horses are strong and fast and you like them, for whatever reason.”

John glares at him, but takes the thermometer anyway, shuffling up on the bed so he’s sitting up before sticking it under his tongue.

“And,” Rodney continues, curling his fingers to stop himself from smoothing John’s hair off his forehead. “And a horse could get you away—you did say you were captured, right? Stranded?”

The thermometer beeps and John squints down at the readout before setting it aside. “Normal.” He tips his head back against the headboard. “Don’t know why I still feel like shit.”

“Seems pretty normal for someone fighting off an alien infection,” Rodney says, pushing at John until there’s room for both of them on the bed. He gives a thought to the laptop across the room, but his tablet’s on the nightstand and that’s good enough for now. “How about next time you think twice before marching through a strange swamp with an open wound?”

“You weren’t complaining at the time,” John says, but he’s sinking down into his cocoon of blankets, throwing an arm around Rodney and pulling himself close.

Stealing one of John’s pillows to give him some relief where he’s propped up against the Ancient design of John’s headboard, Rodney finally allows himself a moment to run his fingers through John’s hair—manfully ignoring the fact that it’s 48 hours overdue for a wash. “Hate to break it to you,” he says, “but you’re bound by the limitations of having a human body, just like the rest of us.”

“Yeah, well,” John says, pushing his forehead against Rodney’s hip. “Tired of lying around all the time.”

Rodney very strategically does not point out that if John weren’t as sick as he is, he wouldn’t be lying in bed, because nothing ever keeps John in bed for long unless it’s serious—and not even that’s a sure thing. It’s not something Rodney’s ready to tempt fate over.

He says instead, “Was I heroic, at least? When I was a horse?”

“Don’t remember,” John says, and he’s fading fast. He hasn’t been able to stay awake long and Rodney’s really more than happy to let him rest but—

“Did you ride me?”

That has John grinning, a smile pulling at his lips even if his eyes remain closed. “Rodney,” he murmurs, exasperated and amused and Rodney’s heart feels more than a little full.

“What?” he asks, warm and in love and happier than he’s been since Carson had told them John would be just fine. “It was an honest question! You’re the one with your head in the gutter.”

John wraps himself around Rodney more firmly, his breath warm and distracting. “Teach you to ride a horse,” he says, only a little nonsensically.

Grabbing his tablet one-handed, his other hand still preoccupied with John’s hair, Rodney supposes it’s a good thing that the deep space sensors are running just fine.

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[wicked-felina]

I like how anxiety manifests itself in the most destructive ways. I've lost my temper several times today over nothing, and now I'm apologising to my dog for telling her off hours ago, and then spiralling on that.

Send help 🤯

[figandthewasp]

I guess it’s a thing I’m doing now at the beginning of every month in the #manymoonslunarplanner Thank goodness I’m creating anything at this point because I have felt like a lump the past few months and these little offerings are starting to give me hope that I just might wake up any day now #covidbrain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #collage #collageartist #collageart #craft #cutandpaste #mixedmedia #meditation #artsandcrafts #mixedmediaart #selfcare #inspiration #gratitude #grateful #grow #quiet #journal #journaling #artjournal #memory #memories #memorykeeping #solitarywitch #instawitch #scissorwork #spiritualcollage #thefigandthewasp https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2Kw87p8bX/?igshid=7ij3tqjmhcfu

[allthemonsters-yashka]

True story that just happened to me:

Me: *pulls up to drop my books and old jrotc uniform off at school*

Teacher: *pokes head through me window* hi, which kid is yours? *gestures to list with student names on it*

Me: (internally) what's my kids name? I forgot my kids name!

Me: *realizing I'm in a hat and mask and she thinks I'm a parent*

Me: *realizes I've been staring at her in confusion too long.

Me: me.

And that's on quarantine brain folks!

[selfrecyclable]

“Dry”, by me 2021. For better or worse, I feel most connected when I am making things. It’s been gratifying to get my head in the pad and clear out the cobwebs.

[cigarmelanie]

Ending the evening with a Mexican Experiment by @tatuajecigars. Seriously thought it was Tuesday all day and thought it was #tattuesday but my daughter just informed me that it is in fact Wednesday 😂😂. I must be on summer brain or still have COVID brain! Anyone else have summer/ covid brain? Like what day is it really? 🤣 #covidbrain #itswednesdaymydudes #cigarsofinstagram #tatuajecigar #thesnsclub #mexicanexperiment (at Cigars International SuperStore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQw4tCdhaX1/?utm_medium=tumblr