#nasuea

[seeksstaronmewni]

Think you that Marco “Barfo” Diaz looks bad now?

It gets much stranger...

Can you handle it?

[drferox]

@greyramblings said to @ask-drferox: Hello Dr. Ferox. I'm a new baby doe eyed vet tech student. I just registered for my first semester that hold my cores and I'm digging in to clinical volunteer hours required. My question to you - I currently have a very weak stomach even tho I try to power through dirty necessary asks (like cleaning a diarrhea puppy kennel). I can't seem to logically convince myself not to churn, but sometimes regardless I do lose it.  Can anything help with this? I was looking into a vogmask? Is that weird?

I’ve never used a vogmask and I’ve never had this problem, but somebody in the comments might.

You might find it easier if you’re able to snack on small meals through the day so that your stomach is never overly full while you’re training yourself.

Unfortunately it’s not really a matter of ‘logically talking yourself through it’ as the reaction really is more of a reflex, and it’s a natural one.

As a related question:

@moshpitiful said: Hello! So I am a new vet tech currently going to school to become certified. The thing is, I learned that I'm slightly squeamish to surgeries (I get light headed). I'm fine if I'm watching the surgery from afar, but if I'm the one monitoring the vitals of an animal during a major surgery my body potentially just freaks out on me. I know for a fact I want to be a tech, and I am determined to desensitize myself in order to help these animals. Do you have any advice for overcoming this?

So the trick to desensitizing is finding the smallest amount of something you can handle and building up a tolerance from there. And by ‘smallest amount’ you might also need to consider:

Sight

Sound

Smell

Atmosphere (humidity, temperature, etc)

And figure out what it is that’s upsetting your brain or reflex. So you might be fine watching something or looking at images without sound, but when you add in the sound or smell as well it starts to get stressful or you get nauseous. So you break the stimulus into little parts, if you can, and work on desensitizing yourself to them. Repeated exposure will help suppress the reflex, but so will pairing it up with something that generated the opposite response, eg watching surgery videos while eating delicious food.

But I have never really had this issue, so others may have more to comment.

[lisupandowntown]

Quick puke drabble

A/N: Life has been kicking my ass lately. I've started the next part of Jeremiah's story, but it's going slowly and I haven't had a lot of time or energy to focus on it. But I wanted to write as a distraction today, so I came up with this little bit of completely medically inaccurate nonsense. I hope to get back into the swing of writing, posting, and interacting soon. If anyone wants a mini-fic, this is a good time to ask because that seems to be the extent of my concentration right now. Think of this as "Sick for Science - two."

“Just so you know, I’m probably going to throw up soon.” Drew spoke under his breath as he and Jeremiah walked hand in hand through the hospital.  It was one of those rare days their shifts lined up so they could commute home together.   

Despite the rather dire greeting, Drew didn’t look too unwell, and even leaned in towards his boyfriend, lips puckered.  Jeremiah raised his eyebrows.

“Good to see you too, sweetheart.” He considered him a moment before accepting Drew’s kiss. “Is that a euphemism for something or are you really sick?”   

Drew grimaced.  “I’m not sick, I just . . . feel sick.”  He gave a soft, closed-mouth burp.  Jeremiah chuckled.

“That’s rather unspecific.”  He pursed his lips.  “Weren’t you giving a nursing overview to the med students today?”  

Drew nodded.  “They were teaching the young’ins about various kinds of specialized tests - x-ray, epidural, CT and MRI, blood patch.”  He sighed rather dramatically.  “I played the role of patient; it was an Oscar-worthy performance, if I do say so myself.”  

“And I’m sure you do say so,” said Jeremiah dryly.  “So you’re not really sick, just pretending?”  Drew had burped twice more while they walked towards the employee parking lot but it wasn’t clear to him if the belches were forced as part of his act or not.

“I wish.”  Drew stopped walking.  They were near one of the outpatient clinic bathrooms and he glanced at it.  “I underwent an MRI and CT scan with oral contrast.”  He burped again, rubbing his chest.

Now things were making sense. Jeremiah sighed.  “How much did you drink?”  Most scans indicated 1-3 bottles on an empty stomach; that shouldn’t have been a problem.  Drew shrugged sheepishly.  

“I worked with two . . . groups, so six bottles,” he admitted through a burp.  “After eating lunch.”

“No wonder,” nodded Jeremiah.  He peered at Drew’s rather pale face.  “Are you actually nauseated or just overly full?”  The answer would dictate his next moves; overeating (or in this case drinking) could be endured for a while, and maybe even overcome without things getting messy.  But if his boyfriend was feeling queasy, all bets were off.  The oral contrast solution was heavy and chalky-tasting; it was made to fill the belly and help highlight and differentiate abdominal organs for review.  A lot of patients had trouble keeping it down long enough to complete a full scan, and Drew was full of stories about people throwing up in the CT machine, or all over the floor right after.

Drew gulped.  “I’m nauseous, yeah.  That’s why I said I’m going to throw up.”  He spoke as if the answer were obvious.  “But I uhh, didn’t want the baby med students to know, you know?”  

Jeremiah did know.  There was something about never showing weakness in front of students that was practically an unwritten rule among doctors and nurses.  The only worse thing would be to get sick in front of a patient.  “Do you want to try to make it home?  Assuming you think you can without vomiting in the car.”  He looked meaningfully at the man.  Drew had a tendency towards carsickness even when he wasn’t already feeling bad and Jeremiah had had to pull over more than once for him to lose his lunch by the side of the road.  Or breakfast or dinner; really, the man didn’t discriminate.  Now he shrugged.  

“I think I’d rather get it all up here.  Just need to force a couple of burps.”  He grimaced and gestured at the bathroom across the corridor. 

There was no question that Jeremiah would come with him while Drew vomited; they’d taken care of each other when sick enough times that he knew exactly how to help.  Now he locked the door and wet a couple of paper towels while Drew leaned against the wall of the bathroom and closed his eyes.  

“Gimme a second,” he mumbled, and then started swallowing harshly, forcing down air and then bringing it back up.  The burps were soft and breathy at first, but then began getting sharper; when one sounded more like a heave and caused him to spit up contrast-tinged saliva Jeremiah knew he was getting closer. 

Drew pushed himself away from the wall to spit and then stayed hovering over the toilet, panting.  

“Getting . . . really . . . nauseous,” he gasped through a series of burps.  The last one turned into a gag and he bent further at the waist and braced his hands on his knees.  

That was Jeremiah’s cue.  He positioned himself behind his boyfriend and began rhythmically patting his back with one hand, while the other snaked around his waist to palm his stomach.  “Keep burping,” he instructed, even though the direction wasn’t necessary.  Drew swallowed again and then belched, deep and wet.

“Oh god,” he mumbled.  Jeremiah felt his stomach lurch with a violent heave, and he instinctively pressed into the center of his belly.  Drew belched again and then retched.  He leaned into Jeremiah’s hand and retched again, before burping up a mouthful of liquid.  The next gag was dry, and he swallowed down more air.

“That’s right, keep swallowing sweetheart, you need a really strong belch to get it all up.”  

Drew gulped a couple of times before his stomach heaved again. This time he vomited up a much bigger gush of liquid, the sound as it landed in the toilet echoing around the small bathroom. He groaned. “There’s more.”

Jeremiah stopped patting and wrapped both arms around the man’s middle. “Let’s get it up then,” he said calmly, tightening his hold into a firm hug.  

Drew made a horrible choking sound and threw up a more solid mass of food and liquid that must have been his lunch and possibly some breakfast too.  He gagged emptily, unable to catch his breath.  Saliva dripped out of his mouth.  

Jeremiah eased up the pressure on his stomach.  “You’re okay, sweetheart, don’t fight the air.”  

A second later, Drew’s throat hitched and he breathed in a sharp inhale before burping up another mouthful.  This time he stayed still, panting, while Jeremiah gently rubbed his back.  “Done?”  he asked softly after a few seconds.

Drew spit into the water again and then reached forward to flush.  “Yeah,” he said hoarsely.  “I think so.”  He burped into his fist.  “Still a little nauseous but not so pukey anymore.”  

Jeremiah chuckled.  “I’m sure the med students will be glad to hear that.”  He touched his boyfriend’s arm.  “Can you stomach the drive home now?”  

Drew nodded.  He was shaky and pale; vomiting like that always left him a bit out of sorts even after the acute nausea was gone.  After rinsing his face and mouth in the sink and accepting the mint Jeremiah handed him, he leaned against his chest.  “Remind me not to volunteer to drink contrast anymore,” he mumbled.  

Jeremiah kissed his head.  “Absolutely.”

[lingeringbastard]

Love that I've quit all substances and drinking, yet here I am nauseated asf at the Nye party because of fucking sparking water. I'm never catching a break

[thegoldensoundtwice]

I wish I could go to sleep without the dread of waking up beyond dehydrated and with a debilitating migraine that lasts until night fall

[tomosjames]

Migraine 😒

I’m sat here with another migraine.

You people are jealous.

My eyesight’s funny, tummy ain’t happy, and I feel heavy. Top heavy. Very unstable.

This one’s been in the making for 2 weeks. Since the last outburst, I’ve been mildly migrainous every day and I’m not stupid, I can read the signs. I can’t do anything about them, necessarily, but I can spot them. I can watch that shit build.

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[blodughada-blog]

Spell for nausea for you or a loved one

Ginger teabag (or thinly sliced fresh ginger or candied) Mint teabag (or fresh mint) 3-6 whole cloves 3 tiny thorns of rosemary 2 lemon wedges Apple

2 mugs or heat resistant cups

Boil your water and add cloves as it begins to boil. I use a number of cloves that feels positive without overwhelming the water.

I like to cut the Apple in a very specific way, a thin slice through the middle so the seeds show their five pointed star. Put the thin slice in your mug and then cut wedges of the rest of the apple after removing the seeds. Discard seeds and drop some lemon on your wedges to eat later. Discard the lemon wedge used on apples.

Place mint so it gently hangs over the top of your mug and the ginger at the bottom. Concentrate on energizing your rosemary sprigs, three tiny leaves. Place them one by one in your mug. Add your unused lemon wedge to the rim of your mug.

Once your water has boiled pour into your mug. Do not burn yourself, the water is very hot. Please be careful. A way to avoid burning yourself is to set your mug down on a steady surface - do not hold or touch it as you pour in your water, from pot or kettle.

Allow to cool sufficiently or use oven mitts to transfer tea to second mug. As you transfer your tea some ingredients will pour into the second mug and some will remain in the first. Each ingredient that remains in the first mug must be discarded individually with the verbal or mental intention “out with the bad, in with the good,”.

Allow the tea in your second mug to cool for at least ten minutes and remove tea bags, drink within the hour while eating the apple wedges. Do not consume the remaining whole cloves.

Drink a full glass of cool water when you are done, clean up your space and lay down on your left side. It’s okay if you have to throw up, the magic still worked, it just means it’s helping you get the poison out. Please drink another glass of water. Thank you, remember to use good intentions.

[inclinationn]

The true colour of nostalgia (loss) is ultramarine. Nostalgia is felt in waves. Tossed upon memory the horizon of the present folds in on itself. To feel nostalgic is to long for an image of the past with the pain leached from it. A nasty side effect of any nostalgic cruise into the past, as with many sea journeys, is a bout of sea sickness. Nostalgia, in its military and medical connotations, is etymologically linked to the word nausea. That sick feeling brought on by the rocking motion of a boat. Hence the word nausea is also linked to nautical. The relatively recent (18th century) concept of nostalgia grew from the analogy of leaving the solid turf of home for uncertain foreign lands, usually by sea. Swiss mercenaries fighting far from home grew physically sick and useless in battle and had to be repatriated. The phenomenon became a medical condition. Nostalgia from nostos (home) and algia (pain of longing) can nowadays be suffered from anything consigned to the past. We now feel nostalgic for things that haven't even happened yet. The experience of noso (disease of historical origins), of feeling sick of the present and caught up in the past, inevitably leads to nostology: the sensation of a second childhood coming in. I want to swim in the black hole behind the mangroves all day till it's dark and we have to go home for tea. Nostalgic waters appears as imaginary ports, for childhoods that can never be relived. Nostalgic waters surround a sadness without an object: a half-forgotten face, inexorably slipping from memory. They don't make nostalgia like they used to. No, they burnt old nostalgia down.

Kurt Brereton | from The Cultural Poetics of Water