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INTRODUCTIONS

This is silly of me but I just realized I've never really introduced myself into this community. I just silently lurk and reblog stuff😅

Alright. I'm 21+ F with interest in resus RP and strictly in a non-sexual way. I prefer to be the victim being rescued. I'm also somewhat of a writer and I love exploring this stuff through writing. I don't think I will ever do videos or photos.

I'm an asexual, but attracted to all genders. I do read resus stories with sexual stuff in it but I tend to skip over the sexual part. I will not participate in sexual RPs, even if it's resus-themed.

My main interest is in resuscitation and seizures. I love CPR, manual or using mechanical equipments like LUCAS thumper or Autopulse. I love defibrillations, both using AED and paddles. I love realistic or Hollywood-style defibs, small twitches or big arches, I love them all. Convulsive seizures are also my biggest interest, especially when it ends up in a resus. I live for dramatic, over the top scenarios, a lot of panic and chaos, somewhat realistic-ish but adrenaline inducing.

Other interests include: drowning, agonal gasping, abnormal body posturing (decerebrate/decorticate, ophistotonus, extreme body stiffness), electrocution. Pregnancy only when it's involving medical complications like pre-eclampsia/eclampsia, leading to seizures and most importantly, resus. Overdoses (again, seizures and resus related). Foaming at the mouth is also something that excites me as well, and I tend to include this in every scenario I can think of. I enjoy exploring the small movements and sounds that you can observe during an intense resus.

I like hospital settings better than others, but would also love a good home/public rescue. I don't mind happy or dark endings, it depends on my mood and how the story progresses.

Btw, I'm not a medical professional at all so I'm completely rubbish when it comes to describing the proper medical instruments or the names and doses of drugs, so I tend to keep them pretty vague😅 but obviously I would love it if my partner gets more detailed about the whole thing.

Things I am not interested in: sex, graphic gore (no blood, knifeplays, amputations, internal compressions/defibs, etc etc), necrophliia, furry.

I'm ok with nudity as long as it's not inherently sexual (after all, what's a good resus scenario without a bit of exposed skin?)

I can't think of anything else right now, but will add more if I remember other things.

Ask me anything! I accept prompts for quick stories as well. And maybe RP through dms if you're a good partner.

i thought i'd have more time.

to have 2 doctors compressing my chest like this...

oh, to be resuscitated when i'm helpless on the floor, twitching and foaming like this

#posturing #foaming #foaming at the mouth

germanelectrodelead

A few shocks until the heartmuscle stops

#defibrillator #defib #gasping #i need this so bad

tcampabay-deactivated20241220

This one I used a real heartbeat recording but messed with the speed of it (2x 1/2 etc) to try to match the situation.

#seizure

you always used to tell me i'm at my sexiest when i'm coding in front of you.

#resus writing

wandafantasy

Marina Solo

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#seizure #convulsions #not usually into gorey bloody stuff

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Easy kills

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#the gunshots kinda look like defibs #eyes open #defib

secrettwitchygirly

I’m seizing in a hospital bed in the ER, nurses and doctors running from all over as an emergency alarm goes off. My small body is ridged, muscles locked in twisted positions, my wrists curled inwards and hands in claws pushed out above where I lay. My head is twisted to the side, back arches and toes pointed. I start convulsing sharply, drool running out the corner of my mouth and down my cheek, my lips begin to tint blue. All anyone can hear is the squeak of the bed springs and a groaning gurgling sound I’m making that’s being forced out of my body with every violent convulsion. A doctor begins ordering people around, a nurse leans over and places an oxygen mask on my twitching face. My eyes are rolled up and to the side, blank and staring in shock. Someone mentions that I could be aspirating and the doctor has a clear tube in my mouth in seconds, there’s a loud sucking sound as he suctions saliva out of my airways even as my lips take on a worrying blue tone. He stands close to the side of the bed to hide the erection in his scrub pants

#seizure #eyes open

having this very strange but specific image of me, on the floor, my chest being compressed to the beat of Fortnight by Taylor Swift

(more specifically, the bridge)

#this is very random and specific #btw i still think taylor swift is a cardiophile

secrettwitchygirly

It’s a summer afternoon and you are watching as I swim laps in our backyard pool, the sun glittering off the water, dancing across the surface playfully and casting reflections of light across our garden. You’re reclined out on a sun lounger, book in hand, lazing the day away and enjoying the quiet which is broken only by soft splashes and the distant laughter of children playing in our neighbourhood.

So when the splashing stops you notice, but it doesn’t cause you any worry, you figure I’m either taking a break for some hydration or perhaps just finishing a little early. This is something I’ve been longing to do for years, having been diagnosed with epilepsy as a child it had taken over two decades and endless medication trials before discovering what worked to calm my brain. And as of a month ago I’m over a year without a seizure, officially allowed to start easing back into supervised activities I was banned from participating in for so much of my life. So when the splashing stops you don’t worry, because there’s nothing to worry about, that time in our lives is over and we get to move on.

You figure it’s probably thirty seconds later when another few splashes happen and there’s a notification to your phone. You almost ignore it, work can wait on a Sunday, but in the end you begrudgingly flip the screen face up to read what could possibly be so urgent. The little icon that greets you near enough stops your heart, it’s been months, no, over a year since you last saw it. You’re on your feet in seconds, calling out my name, panic changing the tenor of your voice. You didn’t even realise my watch was still equipped to send you notifications of seizure activity, you didn’t even know.

As you get close enough to the pool you spot me, your stomach churns and you have to stop yourself from crying out, instead diving into the water without hesitation, striking out towards where I’m floating face down.

The moment your hands touch my small frame you can feel the sharp contractions of the muscles under my skin, you lift me up and against your chest, getting my head above the water. There’s a gurgling sound as water drains from my mouth and nose and is followed quickly by salvia and foam, my facial muscles are twitching and my eyes rolled back. As you cradle my seizing body in your arms you can see I’m still a little bit ridged, arms tucked across my chest and hands in clawed fists, everything convulsing slightly and my head rolling around loose on my neck. You know you have to call an ambulance, you know it’s bad.

The irony is, you think as you carry me towards dry land, this doesn’t even appear to be a big seizure - I’m controlled enough that you can carry me in your arms without jerking limbs posing any chance of hurting you. But the water, the fucking water still trickling out of my sickening blue lips is terrifying. Aspiration was always one of my main worries when my condition was out of control and this is so far beyond that.

You get to the side of the pool and lift me up and over the edge onto dry land, crawling out after me and getting me positioned on my side as soon as possible. It feels like the water clogging my airways and lungs is endless, seeping out in a steady stream that you can’t seem to wipe away. You have to make a decision and scramble to your feet, running like you never have before to where you left your phone, fingers dialling 911 before you’ve even had a moment to think. The call connects as you get back to my side, a voice asking what kind of help you require.

“Ambulance, 32 Amberley r-road” the words keep trying to stick in your throat, panic threatening to overwhelm you, “Jesus Christ, my girlfriend she’s.. fuck! She’s epileptic but it’s been so long- they told her she could! We thought it was safe!” A steady woman’s voice on the other end of the line asks you to take a deep breath and calm down. She asks you to tell her exactly what is going on. “My girlfriend, she had a seizure in our pool.. she was f- fuck- she was face d-down, I got her out, she’s still seizing… she’s fucking blue”

You reach down to my still spasming form, hitting the speaker phone button so you can still communicate even as you try to do something- anything to help. “There’s so much water, I don't have any suction, will rescue breathing make it worse?” As you speak you roll my now almost limp body onto my back, the seizure is subsiding, my limbs just spastically twitching and the movements in my facial muscles have stopped. It leaves my expression blank, eyes glazed over and rolled back, vacant. The voice on the end of the line tells you help is on its way and to start resuscitation efforts. And so you do as we’ve done hundreds of times before in the privacy of our life together but this time it’s for real.

#seizure #convulsions #cpr #resus #Drowning