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#dehydration
basshole-astard · 9 months
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PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!
regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!
regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.
gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!
no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!
Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!
honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3
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grandpasnailgroovy · 10 months
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normystical · 9 days
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me standing up to do things then immediately feeling dizzy from doing so
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ifsomebodyislovingyou · 6 months
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how it feels to have a sip of ice water
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whumpshaped · 5 months
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can I request a whumpee being turned to stone for hundreds of years before finally being freed by a person who felt bad for the statue that was covered in ivy and cleaned them up a bit?
tw immortal whumpee, starvation, suffocation, dehydration, literally trapped in stone and deprived of everything for ages
Whumpee gasped for air, startling their saviour who had been diligently clearing away weeds and moss for hours. They frantically tore off the remaining pieces of their plant prison, tossing vines and leaves to the ground before breaking down completely, wheezing and sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
Except there was. There would always be a tomorrow for them. There was always a tomorrow, even when they wished it wouldn’t come. And tomorrow had never brought anything but more pain.
“Holy shit,” the stranger muttered, but Whumpee barely heard it.
They could finally draw a breath after centuries of being trapped in stone, lungs and muscles all frozen and useless despite their desire to move and live. They tried to stretch their cramping limbs, but it only ended in more agony and crying.
“Hey… Hey, t-take it easy…” Whumpee looked up to meet the stranger’s gaze, their pathetic state seemingly calming them enough not to run. “I… I had no idea… How long…?”
Centuries, they wanted to say; but the words wouldn’t come. Their throat felt dry, like it was still filled with gravel, and their jaw ached as they tried to form their answer. Centuries. Millenia. I don’t know.
“Oh, fuck, of course… Of course…” They quickly pulled out a bottle filled with fresh water, timidly offering it up to Whumpee. It didn’t matter. Their arms wouldn’t move like they wanted them to. “Should I– May I…?” The stranger crawled a little closer, screwing the cap off and lifting it to Whumpee’s lips.
Whumpee gulped it down way too fast, whining when the stranger pulled their hand back. They needed more. Please. They hadn’t drunk in so many lifetimes.
“You’ll get sick if you don’t pace yourself,” they said apologetically. “I– I think… I’ve never… I’ve never helped… people like you. But I’ll let you have more in a bit. I promise.”
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writingphoenix · 1 month
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Dehydration seems like such a good way to whump people.
There's the way your head slowly starts to hurt as the day progresses.
There's the way you wake up with your head feeling pinched in, like it might implode.
There's the chapped lips and the dry skin as the dehydration begins to take it's toll.
There's way your head starts to feel fuzzy and thoughts are harder to think.
There's just so many ways to make things worse just by withholding water.
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spinzolliii · 2 months
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Whump thought of the day:
Waking up from a long fever coma fucking shriveled up because you spent the past 20 hours sweating out half your body weight.
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writing-to-survive · 3 months
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#179
"There ain't nothing wrong with crying."
"At this very moment, there is. We ran out of water two days ago. Crying is just going to lead you to dehydration sooner than later."
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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A team just found their missing member after they were “lost” in the woods for days.
The starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion were expected. The finger shaped bruises the leader caught sight of before being hastily covered up were not.
They insist over and over that they got lost, nothing happened, everything was fine, they would be okay after a good nights rest and something to eat.
But the leader doesn’t believe them, and they know it.
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whumpster-dumpster · 3 days
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Saw an amazing movie that has a scene where a character was too out of it to lift her head and drink water so her lover sipped the water and baby-birded it into her mouth with a kiss, and I thought you might appreciate that.
Nice 👏👏
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whumpypepsigal · 2 years
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Whumptober 2022 | No. 26
Alternative Prompt No. 3: Dazed and Confused
Billy the Kid s01e04: “One of the boys found you on the trail. You were flat out, and like to die, he said, but recognized you and brought you here.”
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truthseeker-blogger · 7 months
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Canning, Freezing, Dehydration, Food Preserving and Homesteading Facebook page
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"I’ve seen many posts asking about storing empty jars. So I’m sharing the wisdom of my grandmother.
She taught me this in the 1960’s and I have been doing this ever since.
These jars are not sealed as this is water. It is clean water that can be used for washing or for consumption.
If you are concerned about stored water, remember, IT’S WATER. You can boil it before consuming it.
As long as your source is safe, the water should be safe.
These are my ‘empty’ canning jars. If you notice, they aren’t really empty. They are filled with water.
My grandmother always said that an empty jar takes up just as much space as a full one.
NEVER put an empty jar on the shelf. If you don’t have anything to can or store in it, fill it with clean water.
This has come in handy many times. In February 2021, here in Texas, we had a deep freeze. We were without power and water for about a week.
We kept warm with a fireplace and blankets. For water, I had my canning jars. Even the small 4oz jelly jars had water in them.
The stores were out of bottled water, so no one could get any for over a week.
I had some neighbors who knew I had jars full begging me for my water.
I had shared this wisdom nugget and been ridiculed for it.
I see posts in other groups and videos saying to stock up on bottled water.
I'm doing what my grandmother said. I’ll keep my empty jars full of water"
*Not my post * @truthseeker-blogger 😊
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feverflushed · 3 months
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As someone with pretty severe POTS, let me tell you: give POTS to your characters if you want to whump them real good.
It kills their stamina. Makes them perpetually fatigued, so they need to rest regularly. Fainting is frequent, and your whumpee must keep up with the hydration in order to keep the symptoms in check.
It would really be a pity if your whumpee got stuck somewhere with no access to water... or if they got a stomach bug that makes it impossible for them to drink...or if a high fever dehydrated them real good. Or if the weather is simply really hot, or if they're overexerting themselves.
Looks like there's a really close encounter with the floor in your poor whumpee's future!
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whumpshaped · 2 months
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yk what I’m gonna share because I enjoy? Big guy whumpee getting too weak in captivity to fight back. He fights so hard in the beginning, but sleep deprivation, hypothermia, and starvation have started to take their tolls.
he’s shaking, the chains digging into his skin. he had promised himself he wouldn’t break, but if someone offered him warm food of any kind right then, he would have done any humiliating task to earn it. He’s fighting sleep, partially because he realizes that if he does sleep he might not wake, and that whenever he does sleep he gets shocked.
Just the image of a physically weaker whumper strolling in the cell of her near broken captive and fucking smirking.
content: military setting, captivity, torture, conditioning, starvation, dehydration, sleep deprivation, lady whumper, dehumanisation
It was delightful. That annoying, rowdy man, finally too weak to cuss at her... Curled up like a kid, trembling... It was intoxicating. Whumper could barely hold in a giggle.
"Wakey, wakey," she said in a sing-song voice, banging on the bars of the cell once with the sturdier end of her riding crop. "Feeling tired?"
Whumpee flinched violently, then curled up even tighter. It looked like he was about to cry. Oh, the poor, stupid baby. What a pathetic sight.
"If you don't answer me while I'm still outside, I might be tempted to go inside." Bang. "So get your shit together and sit up, you fucking pitiful excuse for an officer. Should I bark orders at you? Is that what you're used to? Up, lieutenant, up, up."
Whumpee put his two shaky hands against the concrete and pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning his back against the wall. Even that seemed like it put a strain on his body — good. Only good boys deserve adequate food and water, and poor lieutenant hadn't been a very good boy.
Not until now.
"Good job," she cooed, then immediately hit the bars again. "But fucking slow! Do you expect me to pat you on the back for that? At this rate, you're never gonna earn a single minute of sleep again! I work with dogs, lieutenant, I expect obedience and quick responses to my commands!"
"Fuck yourself," he ground out.
"Tempting, but I think I'd rather fuck you. Metaphorically speaking." She banged on the bars one more time. "I'm giving you one chance to earn some soup today, because you haven't been acting out lately. Of course, that's only because you're thoroughly exhausted — if you give me a reason to think this is the only state in which you can be kept compliant, I will keep you in this state for as long as your fucked up little body allows. Do we understand each other?"
Whumpee nodded, and Whumper hit the bars even harder than before.
"Do we fucking understand each other, lieutenant?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
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this is one of my last drabbles here, please feel free to follow me on my new blog @sowhumpshaped
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unforgivenn · 1 month
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WOLLEMI DAY 7- HEAT
CW: Pet whump, Beatings mention, heat stroke, left out in the sun as a punishment, Dehydration!!, Creepy, and dominating whumper, swearing heh, Young whumpee, mental distress, fainting. A lot of it.
Caleb had never felt the heat so cruel.. It beat down upon him, scorching every inch of exposed skin. Caleb was bounded tight to a tree, heat coming in directly at him, intensifying the bruises and cuts he had just recently gotten from Dominic's hands as another punishment. The beating was still fresh in his mind. He had just managed to get on Dominic's nerves (which wasn't a new thing) when he was already in a bad mood.
Dominic had just left him outside after it as if that wasn't enough. The ropes cut into his skin, only tightening when he tried struggling. At this point he had just given up. Waiting for his captor to come and get him out of there. Maybe he would even get a cold bath if he behaved!! Caleb after realizing what he was thinking seemed disgusted by himself.
"Fuck.. That guy's getting a hold on me.." He mumbled to himself. This was all meant to be a cruel lesson in obedience. Like he was a fucking 5 year old waiting to be disciplined by his mom. He was 17 for fucks sake!!
Caleb got lost in his thoughts of killing Dominic in different ways. He tried sleeping. It didn't work. He tried screaming Dominic's name even adding a "sir" when he wouldn't hear anything back. It didn't work. He tried struggling more, as if somehow the ropes would loosen and he could run away. Guess what?? It didn't work.
It had been hours. Dehydration set in. He needed water. Badly. Dominic wasn't going to leave him here to die from Hyperthermia right?? Surely, he hadn't gotten bored of him that early.
"Sir! I-I learnt m-my lesson. Y-You can untie me now!" Caleb tried shouting, but it just came out in a raspy whisper. Dominic had long since disappeared, leaving him to suffer alone.
Hours stretched into days. Caleb kept going in and out of consciousness. Both because of his untreated injuries that burnt under the sun, and because of the lack of water and tiredness. Being tied to the tree for so long was torturous. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Was he going to die at this motherfucker's hands? Was he even alive right now? Going in and out of consciousness a lot made him question reality. What he could see was real and what was not.
Just when Caleb was about to pass out again he felt gentle hands on him. Without even thinking, he immediately leaned into the touch. He tried blinking his eyes, to see who it was but eventually gave up. He felt being picked up as he whimpered slightly narrowing his eyes. The figure just chuckled carrying him.
"You didn't really enjoy sunbathing huh? I'm surprised you're even alive after being out there for two days kitten." The figure chuckled again but all Caleb could here was the ringing in his ears, the huge headache and the way he felt nauseous and dizzy. Caleb closed his eyes almost immediately passing out again.
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