Normal human activities: nearly knock myself out with a dizzy spell while studying the used games rack at Gamestop while doing mall errands, mutter 'I'm fine, I'm used to it' to a concerned fellow customer, wobble over to buy my copy of Luigi's Masion then beeline immediately to the food court and begin consuming salt packets like a baby pelican while dressed like a fae and waiting on food. Sorry to staff and fellow customers i must have confused the hell out of . Don't mind me while I try to fight off a trip to the hatman(fainting) with ancient protective magic(salt).
The whole being locked in a perfume bottle and being tossed around and coming back from the silver highway in the sky triggered Floyd's underlying p.o.t.s condition.
Cooper hearing a loud thump thump beat coming from Floyd's direction: Sick beat pinky punk!
My litter is being born december 20th guys pls share or donate!
I have to forcibly retire my current service dog early, a man hit her over the head, and while it looked like she was going to recover from it, quarantine took its toll. She has regressed in training, me and a board of trainers both agree it is best for her to retire and be a hiking companion from now on.
This means I need to get a puppy wayyy earlier than expected.
I am a full time college student, chronically ill and disabled. I have P.O.T.S, Autism, Mobility Issues, and I'm slowly losing vision on my left side. It is important I have an active working service dog so I can live a normal life. I would like to start training them before my vision and mobility worsens.
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Summary: So this is purely a self indulgent fic. If you can't tell from the title, P.O.T.S. or Dysautonomia , as it is so named is a rare heart condition that affects mostly women between ages 15-50. I happen to be one of them. I’ve really been struggling with it lately and hoped that maybe writing about it could help.
Warnings: really shitty writing, medical triggers.
You were in the med bay now for your 13th consecutive hour on extra shift duty. Being a nurse on the starship Enterprise had been one of the most exhilarating adventures of your lifetime. The captain had a sense of adventure unmatched by many in the fleet. And ever since you had graduated from the academy you knew that you had wanted to be apart of his crew. Doctor Leonard McCoy’s med bay might have had something to do with your wanderlust for this “tin can” as well.
All of your love for this life you were living couldn't account for the level of pure exhaustion you were feeling after your current shift. The aforementioned captain had received a false distress signal to lure the Enterprise and her crew in to awaiting enemy hands. What the captain and commander had intended to find was a distressed colony of the federation but what met them was a band of space pirates. Injuries were received and lives were lost. Thankfully none too serious on your side of the battle, but what did come back from the away mission had been something that had kept you and the good doctor in the med bay for longer than usual. 13 hours longer than the regulation 12 hour shift.
Usually, you and Leonard could be akin to passing ships in the night. One would be leaving and the other entering. Tonight was no different. Until the frantic call of “Nurse Y/L/N I need you in the med bay stat!” came through your personal comm and “All available medical personnel to med bay” came through the ship wide comm in Dr. McCoy’s “take no shit” voice. You had just laid down for a much needed rest and were already being called back.
And now here you were. Attending to one of the red shirts who first came in. The hullabaloo of the initial emergency had finally calmed to a steady roar and you could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Thankfully so because now you had room to breathe, and think, and hear the heartbeat pounding in your head. And now that you thought about it, hadn't that been going on for a while now? Like hours long? Leonard was one bed over and he could see the gears turning in your head. Adept at seeing someone in pain like a sixth sense, he had been able to see that you were hurting since hour three on this hectic emergency. He was also one of the only people on the Enterprise, hell the whole of Star Fleet, who knew of your condition. He also knew that you were the only nurse that he trusted besides Chapel to know what the hell was going on. Which is why he allowed you to stay on shift. Much to his and Chapel’ own consternation. Now that the med bay was slowing to a manageable position he was ready to “hypo your ass” in to a well deserved sleep.
“Y/N, Darlin were fine here now. Why don't you go get some rest?” He said after he had pulled you over to the nurses station in lieu of you walking to the next bed. His hand on your shoulder had been a welcomed distraction from the constant bass drum of your heart. And as he looked at you he regretted not ordering you out earlier. Your face was pale. The bags under your eyes had bags and he wasn't sure but it looked as though you were concealing a shallow breath and shaky hands. “On second thought, you're gonna sit down. And were gonna get some fluids in you.” He assessed quite quickly seating you in a nearby chair.
“I’m fine, Len. I promise.” You said full well knowing that your weren't. And if you weren't careful you would need to be in one of those beds next.
“Shut it, darlin’. You're not gettin’ out of this.” He began grabbing you a water from the replicator. “When was the last time you drank anything?” He asked and immediately regretted it.
“Oh I don't know. Last night as I was getting ready to go to sleep. I’ve been busy, Len.” You bit back with as much grit as possible.
“I’m sorry.” He began. Looking well and truly chastised. “I know I called you but I don't want you potentially hurting yourself if I can help it. Dysautonomia is serious and I just wanna make sure you're okay.”
“It’s fine, Len. I know you're just trying to help.” You said, finishing the water, feeling much better. But as soon as you said it and in concert attempted to stand up, you ended up on the floor passed out cold.
30 minutes later...
“Len she’s gonna be fine.” You heard the voice of your best friend, Christine Chapel say under the fog of sleep. “She’s strong. She just needs sleep and plenty of fluids.”
“I know, Chris.” You heard the voice you most wanted say. “I just feel like I could have prevented this. I could have made her stand down. Made her rest. Hell I should have never comm’d her in the first place.” He finished his rant at a muffled and frustrated volume.
“Doctor you know just as well as I do that this is not your fault. You didn't cause this. Y/N’s a big girl. She would have rested if she needed to.” Christine attempted. “But you saw that mess out there. And you damn well know that she is the most talented and head strong nurse we have. She likely didn't know what was going on until it happened.” She finished and you wanted to smile wide at how well your best friend knew you and Leonard cared. “You stay here with her and I’ll notify you if we have anything major.” And Christine was gone.
As soon as the automated doors to your private room closed your eyes opened to see your boyfriend scrubbing his face in the chair by your bed. He looked nearly as bad as you felt. Blood shot eyes. Extreme fatigue. And the look of someone who didn't know what to do.
“Len.” You whispered reaching the short distance to grasp his hand.
“Hey, sugar. How’re ya feelin’?” He asked gripping your hands with both of his.
“To be honest like I’ve been hit in the chest with a phaser.” You said slightly joking. The joke wasn't taken well and you were being fussed over by a very worried Leonard McCoy. “Babe it was just a joke. I’m fine I promise.” You said trying to get him to settle. “I probably will want to sleep for a few days but I’m fine.”
“Well that’s good darlin’ ‘cause I’ve just signed off for 3 days medical leave. And ordered bed rest.” He said with a pointed look. “Don't even try to fight me on this. You could have done some serious damage today, baby. I don't want to see you like that. I don't want you working yourself that hard.” He continued after sitting down again.
“We’ll figure this out, Y/N. I promise you that.” He said pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Please just try to pay attention to how you feel yeah?”
“Sure, Len. I promise.” You said pulling him up to lay on the bed with you.
Christine found you both there fifteen minutes later. Fast asleep. And immediately put the sound proof barrier on the room and shutting off the lights on her way out.
