#medicalhorror
[CASE: #000002] A patient presented with localized pain in their right elbow. No discoloration, no visible swelling, no history of trauma. They reported that the discomfort began approximately three nights ago and has progressively worsened. They are otherwise in excellent health, which was both encouraging and profoundly unhelpful. The resident assigned to their examination suggested lateral epicondylitis. Tennis elbow, for those of you whose medical education begins and ends with the terminology of recreational sports. An entirely reasonable hypothesis. The patient had recently taken up racquet spor...Read more
[|87 :: Pat;ent has been relocated to “the tweaker ward” Pat;ent ;s host;le, alert, and act;vely bugg;n the fuk out rn, please don’t g;ve h;m any st;mulants no matter how v;olently he threatens you w;th a spork. - an excerpt of my recent notes just to g;ve an ;dea of wtf 1 have to deal w;th #doctorproblems #substance #med;calhorror #weloveourmed;cullers
[|87 :: Welp break ;s over, back to mend;n th;s p00r purple sod’s r;bcage St;ll surpr;sed my drugs haven’t put h;m under, maybe he has developed a tolerance to morph;ne. 1 may have to try ketam;ne or fentanyl ;f th;s pattern cont;nues. 1 must adm;t however, th;s clown does know how to crack jokes. #gore #bodyhorror #med;calhorror #substance
[|87 :: 1 w;ll not part;c;pate ;n th;s "smash or pass" trend. However 1 w;ll say that a g00d port;on of th;s s;te's userbase ;ndeed l00ks l;ke lovely spec;mens to d;ssect and v;ew under an electron m;croscope for sc;ent;f;c research on the;r g;ven caste and/or spec;es. (w;th consent and a wa;ver of l;ab;l;ty of course!) #nsfw ? #nsfwe ? #gore #v;olence #horror #med;calhorror
I had a patient today. I do not cut to the flesh. My Thimble is so much finer than that. It catches onto things too small for even blood to know it exists. I worked slowly. I teased apart little strands no microscope could ever hope to see. Every cell, and every impossibly tiny knot that tells a body what its supposed to become. "There you are..." I said. I found it. I found something I was certain was wrong. It wasn't. The disease had rewritten this part of him, so much, that the healthy cells seemed to be irregular. I mistook the body's attempt to compensate as the source of the illness....Read more
Every morning, the seam feels tighter. Cranial pressure is a polite way to describe it. I have started calling it weather. However, weather usually happens outside. When someone asks how I am, I say improved. An answer arrives before I have chosen one. Even my mouth seems briefed ahead of me. None of the briefings mention who wrote them. For example, I told the mediculler I slept well. I did not sleep. My hands were folded neatly all night. It sounded better than saying that. Until he asked what I dreamed about. One was supplied immediately. Another followed when ...Read more
Checked the intake slot at the new hive because the little red flag was raised. A municipal envelope had been folded until it fit through the grate. Form numbers were printed across the front in very small, very bored type. Every page inside concerned relocation, affiliation, and recovery compliance. Hive assignment: Unit 27-C, Inventory Terrace, East Foundry Ward. However, the name field had been corrected twice. Someone wrote ANIKAH CIKUYO first. Green ink struck that out. Household asset name: BUCKET CUMJAR. Felt designation: utility, provisional, non-voting, non-heir, noness...Read more
There is a problem with my blood. I noticed it after using the ablution trap. The seam around my cranial plate had become damp again. I assumed the stitches were leaking old blood from the operation, so I pressed a cloth against them. The cloth came away lime. Not rust. Lime. I rinsed it beneath the faucet. It remained lime. I checked my reflection in the refresher. Perhaps the lighting was wrong. Perhaps the cloth had been stained beforehand. I pricked my fingertip with a sewing needle. Rust. That made sense. Then something warm crawled out of my audio ducts. ...Read more