#heartsurgery

[hsbeats]

Feeling my heart at the gym 💪

[ghostlyetherealfleet]

No one enjoys walking outside of their dwellings and seeing a police car. It is an illegal parole service, and the police deserve penalties for regularly threatening the public.

[myhandisfatemywordislaw]

Inspector, Second Class, Status: Deceased

new fic! lyf is dead, marius is sad about it, Jonny comforts him. plus some bonus eldritch horror! you can find it here on ao3, or below the cut. if you enjoy it, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Even Jonny had been slightly disturbed by what was left of Inspector Second Class, Lyfrassir Edda - eyes twisting into fractals, seeming to expand and multiply as a thousand pupils, now dead and lifeless, still bored into him, frozen in silent terror. Instead of blood, what dripped from the deep, arcing lacerations across their body and pooled on the floor was a constantly shifting rainbow of liquid that gave him a headache if he looked at it for more than a few moments. Warped and twisted bone fragments jutted out through their skin, and the entire bottom half of their face was consumed by hundreds of jagged, cracked, razor-sharp teeth that gave way to a gaping maw, black and empty as the void. The longer he looked, the wider the pit of blackness seemed to be, and his head swam with vertigo, feeling as though he was going to fall in.

The slightly off-balance feel Jonny had seemed to melt away in an instant when he saw Marius, face twisted in a devastating mix of grief and horror, frozen in place, and Jonny knew he had to get Marius out. He made little shocked keening noises in the back of his throat and seemed to have forgotten how to move, so Jonny scooped him up into his arms and gently carried him back to the Aurora, settling down into Jonny’s bed.

At some point Marius started crying, his face quickly becoming red and splotchy as he sobbed brokenly into Jonny’s chest. Jonny rubbed his back in small circles and carded his fingers gently through Marius’ hair, and he quieted slightly, leaning into the touch as tears still flowed freely down his face. Marius’ metal hand gripped Jonny’s shirt tightly enough to risk tearing it, and Jonny gently coaxed him to uncoil it, holding Jonny’s hand instead.

“Do you think-“ Marius began, sniffling loudly and taking deep gasping breaths. “Do you think it hurt?”

Marius was obviously not prepared to face the answer. But Jonny knew lying was pointless.

“Yeah. I think it probably hurt,”

“Do you think they were scared?”

Jonny nodded, before remembering Marius wasn’t looking at him, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, they must have been scared,”

“Do you think, maybe if we’d been there earlier, could we have- could we have saved them?” Marius let out a gasping sob.

“No. No, I don’t think we could have saved them.”

Marius let out a wail of despair and grief. Apparently that hadn’t been the answer he was looking for. Jonny gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Marius returned the gesture, his hand seeming to spasm slightly, and Jonny tried to hold back a gasp of pain as several bones in his fingers crunched audibly under Marius’ iron grip. Marius pulled his hand back quickly, as though he’d been burned, but his fingers caught in Jonny’s and a few of them yanked out of their sockets with a sickening pop.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-“ Marius muttered under his breath, pulling his hand back into his stomach and curling his body around it, as though to stop himself from using it. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Marius,” Jonny said softly, wincing slightly as he flexed his broken hand. He stroked Marius’ hair lightly with his other hand.

“I hurt you,” Marius whispered, almost disbelievingly. “Like I hurt Lyf. I should’ve, I should’ve made them come with us when we left, I should’ve taken them away so they’d be safe,”

“No, Marius. You didn’t hurt Lyf,” Jonny said softly. “And you know they’d never agree to leave, not until they’d watched the Black Box to the very end.”

“Then- then we should have kidnapped them, to keep them safe.”

“You know that wouldn’t make either of you happier.”

“I just want them to be okay,” Marius whispered, voice choked with emotion.

“I know. I know. It’s alright,”

Marius leaned into him, nudging him gently so they lay flat on the bed, Marius still curled into Jonny’s chest. Eventually his tears subsided, and he fell asleep, snoring softly, and Jonny felt the vibrations in his heart.

[artemiscardiac]

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[lilith-leigh]

Still think I have the coolest scar tbh. #babysurgery #heartsurgery #awesomescar https://www.instagram.com/p/CQJRMf8JEJN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[coachsyn]

DC really is beautiful.  On my way to and from the hospital to go see my grandson, I take a look around.  I look at others going on about their day.  I know we all have our different struggles in life, and I know at times it seems unbearable, but it wasn’t until I watched my grandson fight for his life several times, that I realized, if he could fight being only days old, I could too.   My grandson was born with a serious heart condition that will require several surgeries.  On his first surgery, he died of cardiac arrest three times, and just a few weeks ago, he successfully overcame his second.   As I go to see him lying in the hospital bed I am left to wonder, how is it that he has already endured so much in his life, yet he lies there and smiles and laughs, hours after his second surgery?  To say he is a miracle would be an understatement.  I use the phrase, “Insult the Standards by Becoming the Change.”  A term I have now coined for him specifically.  Every day he defies all odds, and though he is only a baby, he forced me to change my life. I knew to be able to help my family through these tough times, I would need to be stronger than ever.  At that point, it all made sense.  I realized why I had spent so many years battling and struggling, for if I hadn’t learned those lessons and toughened up, I would have never been able to face my reality today.  Those struggles were difficult, it has bestowed one of the greatest gifts this life has offered me, aside from my two children and daughter-in-law. There was no way, I could face my grandson and watch him fight, and I not do the same.  As I held him moments before his first open heart surgery, days old, I made a promise to him that if he fought, I would do the same.  I promised that I would always have his back and be there for him.   Part of why I began Synergy of Strength was to allow my children and grandchildren to get a deeper understanding of who I am and why I have reacted the way I have in the past.  With coming to grips with my past I learned I had a lot of self-awakening to do, so I went to work.   That’s what led me to become a life coach.  I had been through a lot of major struggles in my life, death, divorce, military, being disabled, cancer and neck fusions but I never gave up.  It has become my passion to help others through my story to gain a deeper understanding of one’s self.  I can help tear down those mental blocks that keep your potential bound. In this video, I was taking a moment to look and reflect, not just on my journey but those in front of me. Would I ever be able to help them?  That you may never know.  I was given this gift to tell my story, someone needs to hear it, so please, like, share, and follow my story.  I find peace driving through DC and videography has helped me tell my story in another dimension.  Through learning these different hobbies, I am able to expand my reach and help in my development. Leave me a comment and let’s discuss life. Until next time, Keep Insulting Standards by Becoming the Change!   To follow more of me visit: www.synergyofstrength.com or to hear my podcast at:  https://anchor.fm/linda-acevedo or for more of my videos at: https://youtu.be/u_Jwi2BbRc4

[robertalanclayton]

Triple heart bypass, 1983, RA Clayton

[skuzz]

Throwback to art school days, 2011. Back when I was painting surgical procedures and had never heard of medical illustration... I also had no idea what I was going to do after graduation. It’s funny how doors you didn’t know existed can open and completely change your life (also, the second picture is me playing The Floor is Lava in the studio at 2:00AM the day before critique). #tbt #technicalillustration #cardiology #openheartsurgery #artmajor #paintingstudio #oldartwork #heartsurgery #coronaryarterydisease #bypasssurgery #artistresidency #studiospace #easel #oilpaintings #traditionalartwork #medicalillustration #medicalart #sciart #skuzz #beards #realisticart #photorealism #artstudio #resident #oilpainter #traditionalartist #georgemason #schoolofart #gmu (at George Mason University's Center for the Arts) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1wKCUtHfpb/?igshid=7euk8885knge