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I’ve read so many stories from WWI about how wounded soldiers who couldn’t be taken to a hospital and got infected with maggots had a higher survival rate and healed up nicer than a lot of soldiers who were cared for by doctors because the maggots were far better at removing dead/rotten tissue and leaving healthy tissue intact that if I was far from medical care and ended up with maggots in my wound I’d kick anyone away who tried to remove them “No! Let them work!” Fuck, if I was offered to be treated with the modern maggots bred specifically for wound treatment at a hospital I’d be kinda excited. And if someone else got a maggoty wound far from civilization and freaked out I’d try my damn hardest to convince them to please leave them in.
But try having a normal conversation with someone at a dinner party about that.
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#wound#wound healing#not my fault#my fault#responsability#my responsibility#healing#healingjourney#quotes#words#wisdom#life lessons#inspirational words#growth#marianne williamson
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Adim farah bölüm 4
After Tahir is attacked Farah comes to tend to his wounds, whilst doing so farah asks Tahir why he took a life for her...more then the physical pain is clear to see.
#adim farah#tahir#farah#hurt#comfort#wound healing#distracted#whump#emotional whump#hurt comfort#whumperflies#turkish#tahir farah
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Why hello there I love this blog and I would like to send an ask, dabi finding his little sister hurt outside the lovs hide out like she’s on the ground passed out the rest of the lov are somewhere else but he picks her up and lays her on the couch and treats her wounds?
Hiiii and thank you sorry for not posting this I just have a lot on my plate rn
Mentions of : Blood , little mention of knives passed out reader as well
Treatment from brother
Brother dabi x nine year old little sister reader
(Gif has nothing to do with the plot)
Dabi searched what seemed like everywhere for you in the lov base he was highly unsuccessful which worried him a lot. You were usually in the kitchen eating something small and sweet while playing on your laptop but you weren't there today which was very odd. So he decided to check outside maybe you wanted some fresh air for a little bit? Though he doesn't approve seeing as it is highly dangerous outside for you since you're so young a little.
Blooded up cuts on your leg and definitely a few bruises on your face that's how he found you outside laying on the ground infront of the entrance. It looked like you tried to make it in but passed out because of the pain or it could be blood loss he did not know. All he knew was he was highly worried as he picked you up and carried you back inside laying you on the sofa relieved to see you at least breathing. He sighed and grabbed a container filled with creams and bandages , stitches and even small blades if needed which he refused to use at all cost. Grabbing a damp rag he wet he wiped the dry blood from your legs and the little cuts on your face. Once done he started applying creams over the open wounds before wrapping them in tight bandages so no blood would come out and you had a better chance of waking up. After finishing he grabbed a pillow lifted your head and put it under your head and covered you up tightly before kissing your forehead and leaving to find out who did such a thing and that's also how you woke up in the morning beside your brother covered in the blood of whoever hurt you.
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Trying to hold it together.
#broken.#pieter bruegel the elder#wounded#holding it together#pink#bandage#wound healing#salt in the wound#wound
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Alright y’all, its officially been an ENTIRE YEAR since I had my top surgery!
Its so crazy to think that I got this surgery a year ago. Its been a journey. Healing felt like it was taking forever, I remember not being able to lift my arms, I had to have help with everything.
I came out as trans when I was 18, and now I’m 27. Its been almost 10 years, and I can’t believe how far I’ve come since then. I started testosterone when I was 23, and it actually made my dysphoria worse. I finally started to look and sound how I wanted, except for my chest. It was this glaring, obvious thing that wasn’t supposed to be there. Everything else was starting to match up, but there wasn’t anything I could do about THAT.
Finally getting this surgery was like sliding the last puzzle piece into place. Finally, I could look in the mirror, naked, and not be disgusted at what I was looking at. There are times I still do that, I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% comfortable with my body, but that amount of hatred I have for it has lessened so much over this past year, I’ve started to really like what I see.
Being trans is hard, let me tell you. I have fought and clawed my way through life, to be who I am, despite how many people, how many of my family members told me not to. That it would be inconvenient for them, that it made them uncomfortable, that they’d rather not put in the effort to make me feel comfortable or loved.
I’m here, I’m loud about it, I’m fucking proud of who I am, and I won’t let anyone shame me for being this way ever again.
Last three pictures are pre-coming out, all back in highschool ♥️
#me#trans#top surgery#wound healing#wound CW#TW wounds#wound healing CW#CW blood#TW blood#tw bruising#trans man#trans guy#transgender#transgender man
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Steps of the Inflammatory Response
Damaged tissues release histamine
Histamine increases blood flow
Histamine causes capillaries to leak
More phagocytes and clotting factors are released
Phagocytes engulf bacteria, dead cells, and cellular debris
Platelets seal the wound
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#studyblr#notes#medblr#medical notes#med notes#inflammatory response#inflammation#immunology#immunology notes#immune system#immune system notes#histamine#capillaries#phagocytes#platelets#wound healing#healing
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Fate/Zero - Ep. 15
(Kariya is tortured healed by Kirei.)
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Poor Kariya, he suffered a fate worse than death, and he suffered until the end. This character shocked me.
Fate/Zero was one of the first anime I've ever watched and damn, it's dark (it's even worse in the manga, it has a lot of gruesome scenes).
#anime whump#fate zero#kirei kotomine#kariya matou#whump community#whumpblr#whump#anime#magical healing#painful treatment#this is not healing it's just torture#wound healing#infected#burned#pain
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Find out how this small leaf can prevent the ever-growing statistics of neurological disorders globally. Not only bay leaf can prevent this disorder but it can also help enhance wound healing. 🍃 🥗
Read more at
#medicinalherbs #holisticnutrition #woundhealing #neurologicaldisorders
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How and When to Use Vitamin C in Skincare Routine Correctly with 8 Bonus Tips
When to Use Vitamin C in Skincare Routine? Are you a morning skincare enthusiast or a night owl when it comes to your beauty regimen? When it comes to Vitamin C, the timing could make all the difference in your quest for a radiant complexion. Let’s explore the secrets of when and how to unleash the full potential of Vitamin C in your skincare routine!
In the ever-evolving world of skincare, one ingredient has consistently captured the attention of beauty enthusiasts and dermatologists alike: Vitamin C. With its proven benefits for the skin, Vitamin C has become a staple in countless skincare routines.
However, the question remains: when is the best time to incorporate this powerful antioxidant into your daily regimen? In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the nuances of using Vitamin C in your skincare routine, shedding light on when, how, and why you should make this ingredient a part of your daily beauty ritual.
Whether you’re a skincare novice or a seasoned expert, join us on a journey to uncover the secrets of effective Vitamin C usage and unveil a brighter, healthier complexion.
What to Know About Vitamin C?
Vitamin C, also known as ascorbic acid, is a water-soluble vitamin found in various foods and is renowned for its essential role in maintaining good health.
It’s not only a vital nutrient for the body’s overall well-being but also plays a crucial role in skincare. Here’s a closer look at Vitamin C:
Chemical Composition: Vitamin C is a water-soluble vitamin with the chemical formula C6H8O6. It is a white, crystalline compound that is naturally found in some fruits and vegetables.
Antioxidant Properties: Vitamin C is a powerful antioxidant, which means it helps protect cells from damage caused by free radicals. Free radicals are unstable molecules that can damage collagen, DNA, and other important structures in the skin, leading to premature aging and other skin issues.
Collagen Production: Vitamin C is essential for the synthesis of collagen, a protein that helps maintain the structure, elasticity, and firmness of the skin. Collagen production tends to decrease with age, and Vitamin C can help support collagen production, leading to smoother and more youthful-looking skin.
Skin Brightening: Vitamin C can help brighten the skin by inhibiting the production of melanin, the pigment responsible for skin color. This can be particularly beneficial for those with hyperpigmentation, dark spots, or an uneven skin tone.
Wound Healing: Vitamin C plays a role in wound healing and can aid in reducing the appearance of scars and promoting overall skin repair.
UV Protection: While not a replacement for sunscreen, Vitamin C has some mild photoprotective properties. It can help neutralize the damaging effects of ultraviolet (UV) rays to a certain extent.
Immune System Support: Beyond skincare, Vitamin C is essential for a healthy immune system and can help the body fight off infections.
For More Information, Click Here: When To Use Vitamin C in Skincare Routine
#skincare#theskinpanda#skincare routine#skincare tips#acne#dark skin#skin tightening#diy skincare#vitamin c#vitamin c benefits#vitamin c face wash#vitamin c serum#glowingskin#skincareroutine#skin brightening#wound healing
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Plantago lanceolata
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Never just a face to me,
Instead you were songs sung in the dark.
Or poems passed between hands,
Words making beauty of tragedy.
Insisting you feel too much,
My love,
It is the world that feels too little.
Carrying everyone's pain close
I pry it from you with gentle hands.
Not everyone deserves your tears,
And one need not bleed because they can.
Armor is not always a prison,
So let me be yours.
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𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
a/n: idk man, just a little something, idk if i should make this into a story or not buttttt i thought i’d post it anywayssss
TW: none really, just blood, no detailed descriptions
I was laying in my bed. Watching the show I had playing on the TV mounted on my wall. I was completely focused, so when I heard a loud crash come from my living room I sat up immediately. My hand instantly reaches for the softball bat I have hidden underneath my bed. I slowly make my way to my bedroom door making sure the wood floor beneath my feet didn’t creak. I open it slowly, cringing as the hinges whine lightly and I walk down the small hallway to see glass shattered on my living room floor from a now broken window. I hold my bat up as I search for signs of life, its hard to see in the dark, especially with sleep threatening me. I almost give up when I feel a cold blade pressing against my neck. Well that woke me up.
“Scream and I kill you,” says a gruff voice, I turn my head to see a man dressed in full tactical gear with a skull mask. One gloved hand holding a blade to my throat the other gripping his side. By his accent I can tell he’s British. I know who this soldier is. Ghost, a man with a reputation.
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Drop the bat,” he demands.
Reluctantly I do. The composite bat rattling on the floor. “Who’d you piss off?” I ask, gesturing to his bleeding side.
“Someone who wants me dead,” he growls, his grip on the blade tightening as he presses it into my neck a little more, “I assumed this shithole of a place was abandoned. Guess I was wrong.”
He winces in pain, but his fire like eyes from under his mask never waver.
“I can help,” I say calmly, “Just put the blade away.”
Hesitantly he removes the blade from my throat and he puts it back in its hilt. “Don’t try anything,” he warns darkly. I nod my head in response as I lead him to the bathroom. Immediately I go into fixing mode, searching for my first aid kit.
“You need to lose the gear and shirt,” I say as I pull out my kit. Opening the box I grab the bottle of alcohol and cotton pads. He does as I say, and pretty quickly he’s standing before me, bare chest. His hand though, rests on the hilt of his gun in his belt, ready to draw at any given moment. I try my best not to stare at the scars that litter his body, so I busy myself with cleaning his wounds. His blood dripping onto my floors and staining my hands as I clean it away as quickly as possible. He winces when I get to a sensitive spot. “Lo siento,” I say softly.
He leans against the bathroom sink. I need to stitch him now. He’s losing too much blood. Swiftly, I grab the surgical needle and thread. Feeding the thread through the needle with steady hands knotting it.
“This is going to hurt,” I say as I stuck the needle in him.
He winces and grunts looking down on me with angry eyes. “Yo sé,” I say softly as I begin to stitch his wounds closed. It takes me a few minutes, but when I finish I cut the thread and tie it. I clean up the area a bit before I put a sticky gauze pad over his wound and I wrap his abdomen with gauze. My hands lightly grazing his skin, not wanting to hurt him more than he already was. “Done.”
“Thanks,” he gruffs out and I stand before him.
I quickly busy myself with cleaning up the needle and putting stuff away, my eyes wandering on occasion to him and his form. “Not like I had a choice,” I reply as I put the kit away.
“You could’ve screamed,” he says, there was a pause, “I could’ve killed you, you do realize that?”
I look up at him, he’s a big man. “Screaming for help wouldn’t have done anything we’re in the middle of nowhere,” it was my turn to pause for a moment, “You wouldn’t have killed me.” I then softly wave my hand, gesturing for him to move to the side so I can wash my hands. He does, and opts to lean on the wall as I begin to wash off my hands from the blood.
His head cocks to the side a bit. “What makes you think I wouldn’t have?” His voice was still rough, but it sounded like he was trying to be a little softer realizing that I’m not a threat. At least, not right now.
I eye him up and down as I turn off the sink. I pick his shirt off the ground and I shove it into chest as I walk past him, avoiding the blood on the floor, “I was your best chance at surviving, killing me would’ve sealed your fate of death seeing that I’m living in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. So I repeat, you wouldn’t have.”
I then make my way to the kitchen waving for him to follow behind me. I go to a cabinet and I pull out a bottle of ibuprofen. I pour a glass of water as well and with a paper towel I grab a concha from the bag on my counter. I hand him the concha and I put the bottle of pills and a cup of water on the kitchen table. I’m thankful to see his shirt was back on.
“Take the pills, as many as you think you’ll need. But don’t take them on an empty stomach,” I say and I walk out the kitchen. I then make my way to the living room, I tie my hair up before I start cleaning up the glass. Sweeping it all into a pile.
“What’s your name?” The man asks from the hallway, leaning against the wall, his arm grips his side lightly. Obviously he was still in pain.
“Fatima,” I lie as I keep my eyes down, focusing on the broken glass. Making sure not a single piece is left behind. “Who are you?”
He shifts uncomfortably, “Team calls me Ghost.”
I nod my head, not really wanting to exchange anymore words with him.
“You mind if I rest for a bit luv?” He asks. I roll my eyes.
“Whatever, just don’t fuck up my house anymore, okay?” I ask as I sweep the last of the glass into a pile. I then head to the kitchen to grab bags, thick garbage bags. I come back to the living room and pick up the bigger shards, throwing them into the bag. He walks over to the sofa and stiffly sits down.
He watches me silently as I clean, neither one of us talking. Just two guarded people in a room. When the glass is swept up and in bags I place them by the back door. I then grab my mop and bucket. I pour some fabuloso into the bucket with some water, mixing the liquids before I get to work with cleaning up the blood on the floor. His eyes following my every move. I don’t care, right now I just want him out of my house. I focus solely on cleaning the blood, from the living room to the bathroom. I dump the dirty water into the bathroom tub. I’ll clean it tomorrow, to remove the grime. I leave the mop and bucket in the washroom, another tomorrow problem. I pick up his tactical vest and make my way back out to the living room where I find Ghost still sitting on the couch, I drop his vest next to his feet and I stand in front of the window, humid summer night air seeping in. I groan, I gotta fix this.
“I’ll have to call to get this window fixed,” I say, thinking out loud.
Ghost doesn’t respond, figures.
I turn to face him, quirking an eyebrow at him, “This is your fault.”
He takes a moment, “Yeah.”
I pick up the bat from the floor, “You’re a chatty one. Your accent, where’s it from?”
“Manchester,” he replies.
I nod my head softly, I didn’t miss the way he stiffened at the sight of the bat in my hand. So I just lean it against the wall, a sign that I won’t use it unless I feel threatened to.
“Surprised to find a güerito like you all the way out here,” I say as I eye him, I move from the wall and I sit on the armrest of the sofa, not really wanting to sit with him. The baggy hoodie I wear scrunching from my action.
He just looks at me, his amber eyes the only thing I can see. I just smirk, “Got it, strong and silent type.”
His cold eyes stare at me, emotionless, “Why do you live here alone?”
I stiffen at his words, my eyes watching him closely, I lick my lips before I answer, “I don’t like people.”
Not an entire lie, but not the whole truth.
“Hm,” he says.
“Hm, what?” I ask, a bit defensively.
He doesn’t reply so I just sigh. “You better be gone in the morning,” I say as I stand and walk over to the bat. I grab on to it and begin to walk to my room, “There are extra blankets and pillows in that closet.” I gesture with the bat.
With that I enter my room and I close the door behind me, locking it for the night. He needs to leave, soon.
#soapghost#ghost#ghost cod#cod modern warfare#modern warfare ghost#modern warfare ii#modern warfare two#modern warfare 2#modern warfare fanfiction#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod mw2#cod mwii#ghost mw2#ghost mwii#ghost modern warfare#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#wound healing#wound care#army#call of duty mw2#call of dooty#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare
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time does not heal all wounds. some things cannot be fixed. they can only be carried.
#book qoute#quote of the year#quotes#quote of my life#quote of the life#quoteoftheday#book quotes#incorrect quotes#books#book blog#lifelessons#life#wound healing
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A Líf update from Czechia! She’s back on the right track again, after some struggles… what with her taking a big ol’ bite out of her healing wound 😬 probably because of infection setting in. Thankfully no more infection, a happier horse and a nicely healing leg once more!
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Skin Printer
A paper cut might heal in a few days, but larger wounds need a helping hand. Skin is a complex organ, and even our body’s natural scar tissue often fails to match the form and function of the rest of the body. Researchers are working on approaches to engineering replacement skin that is personalised and functional. A new study describes a bioprinting robot that might directly print the components of new skin onto a wound. The device makes a 3D scan of the wound and has multiple degrees of freedom to enable it to cover the area with a mixture of precursor cells from newborn mice and a supportive matrix gel that encourages growth. Tests on mouse wounds showed complete healing and functional skin tissue regeneration that closely resembled native skin (pictured, with stratified layers of cells), with key structures such as glands and hair follicles.
Written by Anthony Lewis
Image from work by Wenxiang Zhao and Haiyan Chen, and colleagues
Biomanufacturing and Rapid Forming Technology Key Laboratory of Beijing, Department of Mechanical Engineering, Tsinghua University, Beijing, People's Republic of China
Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)
Published in Bioengineering & Translational Medicine, February 2022
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