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Out of morbid curiosity…

How many people had their cardiophile awakening watching Indiana jones and the temple of doom

(It wasn’t my main awakening and I’m more of a resus/medfet person but still)

I started to feel faint while I was gaming. I unzipped my top hoping it would help me breathe better but before I knew it, I slumped down in my chair.

Unresponsive.. what would you do if you were the medic that was called out to my location? 😉😏

self portrait

When the doctor feels needy for stething...😌

I’m melting 🤤

‘X’ marks the spot 💁🏻‍♀️

Commissioned Piece. For the zelda fans out there :>

Goldie.

shoutout to this gem of a human who was in my dms tryna get his dick wet until he realized i didnt support his bullshit 😱

My favorite spot to listen. She's so loud and thumpy. 😏 any volunteers to put their head there and listen to her perform for you?

P.S. Thank you for helping me reach 500 followers.

I love heart curses. like... oh no!! they're having a heart attack!! but they were always so healthy? :( could it be... the evil wizard?!

(Also the curse can just be cursed, and not leave long term damage. narratively convenient.)

(Not a role play invite. I'm just brainstorming. lol)

Few pics as I gear up to return to making vids! 😊

This set of pics tell a story... can you guess what it is? 🫀

(I also intentionally left my feet in one picture as it's been requested ❤️)

This is one of my favorite games and an awesome story

Slime Attack

Little resus story set in Stardew Valley.

Harvey sipped his third cup of coffee for the day and then continued fiddling with his pen. The clinic was slow again. Nothing exciting happened in the valley, which was good most of the time. He had decided long ago that a life of excitement and stress wasn’t for him. He was cut of a different cloth, one perfect for 10am appointments with crotchety old men and yearly checkups on the same twenty villagers.

(Though, on some warm, summer days when Harvey would look to the sky and see planes dipping in and out of the clouds he couldn’t help but wish that that life was for him. How different, how strange, how exciting would it be to be like them. So much more than just a simple, boring small-town doctor.)

Harvey finished his third cup of coffee. He looked up from the front desk and stared at the empty waiting room. He sighed and turned towards the coffee maker for the fourth time today.

The door slammed open. “Harvey! Harvey!” Harvey jumped and dropped his mug. He turned and saw Maru stumbling through the door, a body hanging limply off her shoulder. The Farmer?!

Maru and the Farmer crashed to the ground, Maru on her hands and knees. The Farmer flopped to the tile limp as a bag of grain. Harvey rushed over and rolled her over. Her head was coated in a thick, slightly opaque green liquid. He ran a thumb across her freckled cheek then pinched the substance between his fingers. Slime.

“The mine’s elevator! She was semi-conscious when I found her. On the way here she passed out!” Maru crawled to the girl’s side and brushed slime coated hair from her forehead.

Harvey felt dread sink into the pit of his stomach. He pressed one hand to the farmer’s chest and hovered his cheek over her lips, waiting to feel the rise of her chest, a puff of breath against his cheek. Seconds ticked by. The Farmer was deadly still. Harvey placed two fingers against her neck, then breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s in complete respiratory arrest, but she still has a pulse.” Harvey hauled the girl into his arms, stumbling slightly under her deadweight. “Get the defibrillator and meet me in the exam room!”

Harvey backed into the swinging doors of the exam room and laid the Farmer down onto the table. He opened her mouth and saw that it was completely full of slime. He swiped her mouth with two fingers and flicked globs of the fluid onto the floor. Once her mouth was for the most part cleared, he took a deep breath, pinched her nose, and sealed his lips over hers, not expecting her to get a full breath but testing to see if her airway was clear. He watched her chest from the corner of his eyes as he expelled the breath into her mouth, cheeks puffing out uselessly. Her chest was still.

Harvey straightened back up, spitting traces of slime from his mouth and cringing at the earthy, algae taste. He wiped slime from his mustache and shivered. Her airway was still completely blocked. How much slime did she swallow?

Harvey straddled the Farmer’s thighs and thrust his hands in the middle of her stomach. It felt slightly bloated, firm under his hands. He pressed in and up, watching as her head rolled to the side. A small amount of slime trickled out of her nose. Harvey pressed harder. Her body rocked. More slime fell from her mouth and nose, leaving a small puddle of it on the table. Again, then again, until Harvey was panting from exertion. He swiped her mouth then tried for another rescue breath. Still, her chest refused to rise.

Maru ran into the room, wheeling the defibrillator behind her. She looked at the Farmer, then Harvey, concerned. Harvey shook his head and spoke between abdominal thrusts. “She must have drowned. In one of them. Her lungs are completely. Full of it!” More slime slowly splatted to the table. Harvey tried to force a breath into her throat again. He cursed as he met resistance. “It’s viscous. Hard to force out. Come on girl!”

Time ticked by. Harvey checked the clock. The Farmer was in respiratory arrest for at least three minutes now. The slime dripped from her mouth at a snail's pace. Her tanned skin was taking on an ashy parlor. Maru watched, clearly nervous, but keeping her cool far better than Harvey expected. At the four minute mark, a gurgle, almost coughing sound forced itself out of the Farmer's lips. Harvey quickly cleared her mouth again then attempted another rescue breath. This time, with only slight resistance, the Farmer's chest rose. Harvey smiled, then breathed for the Farmer again. He pulled back, half expecting to see her spring up and start coughing. But she didn't.

Harvey's blood chilled. He pressed two shaking fingers into the pulse point at her neck. At first he thought there was nothing, that she was gone. He laid his head to her chest and held his breath. Silence, then a stumble. A skip. A beat. Her heart was fumbling arrhythmicly, barely clinging on. “She’s arrhythmic!”

Instantly, shears were in his hand. He nodded his thanks to Maru before snipping the straps of the Farmer's overalls and rolling them down to her knees. He cut through her light linen shirt, then the middle of her simple black bra, exposing her chest to the cold air of the clinic. Her chest and stomach were several shades paler than the rest of her body, and freckled. Harvey forced himself to avert his gaze, focus on placing the electrodes on her chest. Adrenaline coursed through his body, reminding him that she was no more than his patient. His dying patient.

Maru pushed the defibrillator paddles into his hand, snapping Harvey back to reality. “Gelled and charged to 200!”

Harvey nodded and pressed them roughly against the Farmer’s bare chest. “Clear!” He pressed the buttons on the paddles, releasing an arc of electricity through the Farmer’s chest. Her body reacted like it was kicked, jumping, recoiling, then crashing to the table. Her breasts rocked with the momentum. Harvey glanced at the screen on the monitor. Her heart pumped normally for five beats before falling back into arrhythmia. “Charge to 250!”

As Maru charged the paddles, Harvey leaned over the Farmer and fed her another rescue breath, forcing it deep down her throat. He placed one hand on the Farmer’s naked ribcage, ensuring that he felt the flex as it filled with his air. He gave her a second, then a third, before the paddles finished charging.

This time Maru pressed the paddles against her ribs, wriggling them slightly to ensure proper placement. Her brow was furrowed, but instead of fear her eyes shone with determination. Harvey couldn’t help but feel proud of his nurse. He forced his shaking hands to still. She had stronger nerves than he did.

“Clear!”

The Farmer lurched in the air, breasts jiggling from the sudden force of the shock. She flopped back to the table, eyes half lidded and unseeing. Harvey checked the monitor. One stumbling beat. Then nothing. Flatline.

Harvey lunged to her body, centering his hand on her sternum between her small, round breasts. Harvey started compressions, shallow at first, then settling into a depth of two inches. “One and two and three and four…” The Farmer’s chest caved beneath his hands, sending ripples down her stomach. Maru moved to the Farmer’s head and tipped it back, placing a laryngoscope between her gaping lips and sliding a tube down her throat. At the count of thirty, Maru clipped an ambu bag to the end of the tube and tested her placement by forcing two breaths down the Farmer’s throat. Harvey watched her chest rise, then nodded. “Good placement. Two breaths every thirty compressions. One, two, three…” He resumed compressions, pistoning the girl’s chest almost robotically. Each pump registered on the monitor, a small green blip that signaled the Farmer’s complete reliance on Harvey.

Harvey felt numb and panicked all at once. He hadn’t performed CPR since medical school. Accidents like this don’t happen in the valley. Nothing exciting ever happens in the valley. Harvey watched the way the Farmer’s body reacted to his compressions. He looked at her messy hair, her half lidded eyes. Nothing exciting happened in the valley until she showed up.

Her smile, her gifts, her bag stuffed full of foraged berries and crystals and fish.

Harvey hit thirty then checked her pulse, this time through her femoral artery on her surprisingly soft thigh. As he did, and as Maru administered two more breaths, Harvey remembered the last time he took the Farmer’s pulse at her first annual checkup in Stardew Valley. How quick it was, her flushed cheeks. He never imagined they would end up like this, him feeling for her pulse only to be met with clammy stillness. Harvey cursed and dove onto her chest with renewed vigor, pounding even deeper than he had prior. Her body swayed to the rhythm of it, feet rocking, head swaying. “Come on! Come back to us!”

“Harvey!”

Harvey stopped and checked the monitor. It wasn’t a full, sinus rhythm like he was hoping for, but the monitor registered a skipping arrhythmia as her heart trembled and struggled in her chest. Harvey breathily laughed, despite himself. “Yes! Charging the paddles for 300!”

Maru flooded the Farmer’s bruised and beaten chest with oxygen, keeping a consistent, fast rhythm as she pumped the ambu bag. Harvey picked up the paddles and pressed them into the Farmer’s chest. “Clear!”

Her chest lurched into the air, breasts twitching. She crashed back onto the table, her whole body rolled from the force. Her head swayed, but Maru held it still and flooded her lungs again. Harvey rubbed the Farmer’s chest with one hand and checked the monitor.

Her heart held a sinus rhythm for seven seconds before falling back into irregular, inefficient beats. Harvey took a deep breath and checked the clock. At least 11 minutes since the Farmer’s heart held a regular rhythm, and she was in complete respiratory arrest for at least 14. Harvey turned the dial on the defibrillator as far to the right as it could go. “360! Charging!”

As the defibrillator charged, Harvey squeezed the Farmer’s hand then stroked her slick cheek. “Come on, girl! I need you to come back to me!”

The paddles beeped, indicating they were charged. Harvey pressed them firm against the Farmer’s chest, using the excess of gel to slide them into place. He glanced at the Farmer’s face, her pale cheeks, her blue lips. He prayed to Yoba, to anything that would listen that this would work. “Clear!”

The Farmer jerked up, back arching, and fell heavy back to the bed. The monitor showed a regular rhythm, but Harvey still held his breath and Maru continued to breathe for the Farmer. The room was tense, both waiting for the Farmer to fall back into fibrillation.

She groaned, then her eyes fluttered open. Maru laughed, shoulders finally untensing. Harvey placed his hand to the Farmer’s cheek. “You’re ok! You’re ok…”

The Farmer reached for the tube in her mouth, but Harvey caught her hand. “Not yet! Not yet. Just relax, when you’re more stable we can consider it.” He wanted to cheer. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep for a week, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not after today.

When he looked down, he saw the Farmer studying his face. She moved her hand to her waist, then her hip. Patting her body down until she found her pocket. The Farmer grabbed something, a small bottle, and placed it in Harvey’s hand. Harvey grabbed it, then held it up to his face. “Truffle Oil?” He stared, first at the bottle, then the Farmer. He laughed, unable to contain it. “Thanks! This will be fantastic drizzled on pasta.”

“Babe? Oh shit…”

“Fuck, baby wake up!”

“1…2…3… come on baby, breathe for me!”

Heavy and strong chest compressions team 🙋🏼‍♀️

Uh oh… I’ve collapsed onto the bed and it appears I have no pulse.

I think you need to start compressions…

It’s a good thing my chest is already exposed 😏

Absolutely aching for some compressions. Just use me 😩

The doctor revived her lifeless patient with all her might,but now she is having an angina attack... is she gonna make it?😮‍💨🫀

Two Creeps

Two users @biomed-fan and @katicprfan gave harassed and made up lies about a friend and published my personal DMs.

This behavior is unacceptable

I urge you to block them immediately and not to interact with them

Shock advised...clear ! ⚡️

(It's just a recording i made while playing for myself hahah so don't mind the video quality,enjoy)

Love this jiggling jump.

Goth Chick

Goth Chick didn’t wake up in the hospital, she came to. She remembered what it looked like from last time, it looked just like this time. Goth got her GHB dosage wrong again and was paying the price. 

Goth felt something in her windpipe; it felt slightly less worse than the time she took a shot of vodka down the wrong way. She knew it was that damned breathing tube again, and that damned ventilator was pumping her chest full of air against her will to do it herself. Goth reached up to yank it out, finding her black nailed hands bound to the bed she tried to shake the tube out of her black lipped mouth but the residual effects of the GHB make her too weak right now. The rustling of her attempts to free herself brought the attention of the ward nurse. Goth heard her coming, and with a few seconds to think she decided to play dead. The nurse tried to rouse her, that failing she did the usual assessments with her stethoscope, pulling the cover off Goth’s chest to expose her black bra and electrodes. The nurse then paused the ventilator for several seconds to see if Goth was breathing for herself yet. Goth laid there quietly as the air flowed out of her lungs, making no attempt to inhale. It was uncomfortable, but no worse than the time she let someone hold her underwater until she passed out. The nurse resumed the ventilator, and walked off. Goth was a great actress, especially when the role was playing dead. Goth was sure she was alone, then worked to free herself from the wrist binders holding her to the table. Her left hand came loose, quietly, she loosened her right. Goth reached up to rip out the tube in her throat, feeling her way around the tape when she had a second thought. “Hey, I’m already in the hospital, hooked up to all this stuff, like they really saved me from something.” Goth’s mind grew blacker: “What if I let them kill me? They can get me back, yeah. I could really be undead. I could talk to god, satan, that senior who killed himself my junior year.” Goth thought about it, remembering last time she was here. If she pulled out her tube or unhooked the ventilator, they’d just hook her back up. No good. Cutting a EKG lead would be too easy to see, but wait! She remembered an old speaker wire that looked normal but was broken inside. That’s it! “They’ll think my heart stopped, then shock me dead!” Goth Chick had recovered enough strength to set about her task. She slowly slid the sheet down, exposing her torso. The staff had cut away her t-shirt, and cut the seat of her panties to insert a foley catheter into her bladder. “Shit, another awful tube in me!”, she thought to herself. But they left her leather skirt and belt on her, the belt that hid a buckle knife. Made in Taiwan, the blade didn’t have a great edge, but a good tip that could plunge into the thin insulation of her EKG wire. Goth pulled the wire onto the handrail, then began stabbing. Several stabs and a slight tug, the steady blips on the monitor stopped, followed a few seconds later with the familiar whine of an arresting patient. Goth quickly resheathed her knife, and plunged her hands back into the cuffs. She didn’t want to give her sabotage away, and she didn’t want to do anything stupid like stop the doctors from killing her! The nice thing about a teaching hospital is you never know who you’re going to get. Fortunately for Goth’s intentions, her staff immediately began coding her without so much as a cursory carotid pulse check. Some nurse jumped on her bed and began crushing her chest! The nurse stopped while someone cut away her bra, then began pumping again. The ventilator was disconnected, and a bag was used to fill her aching chest, then the air was squashed out again “C'mon, kill me!!”, Goth thought as she tried to remain expressionless. Goth felt the effects of cardiac medications start their way through her body; cold, hot, fainting. She deliriously heard the magick words, “Clear!” Bam!! Goth felt the pain of the shock, like when she bit the electric fence at a field trip to a dairy farm. But she wasn’t dead yet. Goth was paralytic, the shocks and the drugs pinned her down, she couldn’t save herself if she even wanted to. “Kill me…” The interns never noticed the disturbed sinus rhythm when the paddles were applied, just the squalling of the flatlined monitor above Goth’s head. Bam! Another shock. Bam! This time Goth couldn’t feel the sting, for her heart had stopped and the pain eclipsed anything the interns could do to her. “Kil…” The resident ER doctor moved to Goth Chick’s bed. He checked her pulse: nothing. He then asked the interns the usual questions. Then he grabbed the paddles and placed them on Goth’s chest. He glanced over his shoulder to check the charge and noticed the defib’s monitor. Perplexed, he then looked at the bedside EKG, then the defib again. “Oh, SHIT!”

For gift!!🕶❤️❤️🔥

Finally got a good clip of me with my anesthesia circuit hope people like it!