#Doctor*Ology

[kwebtv]

Leslie Nielsen and David Lawrence in "Doctor*Ology"

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (2-8 Jun 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Shabti (Megaera C. Lorenz, author; Matt Haynes, narrator) - wonderfully fun supernatural adventure romance set in the '30s. Just delightful. feat Horatio, a heckin' chonker of a cat. ilu horatio, even if you don't have a neck.

🥰 The Secret Lives of Color (Kassia St. Clair, author & narrator) - {nonfiction} This was rec'd in one of my discord servers as 'If you are ever in the need for a pleasant-sounding British woman telling you Interesting Facts About Colors then may I recommend The Secret Lives of Color by Kassia St. Clair, which is exactly that for 8 hours' and it was precisely that and it was wonderful and soothing and so interesting.

🥰 MateHub: Legend (MateHub #1) (Marie Reynard) - erotic romance about a wolf shifter porn star who finds a Mate™ in his new human co-star. Tropetastic & hot af, exactly what I wanted from a book with this set up. But my fave thing was the absolutely hilarious porn star names: Richard Knotz, our main MC wolf shifter. Hunter Savage, Max Hardwood, Trick Wilde (coyote shifter, natch). I snorted with laughter every time one came up. [really love a book that just knows what it's trying to do and executes beautifully on that premise]

💖💖 +166K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Transcript: Steven Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes' appearance on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, February 4, 2017 (deliciousblizzardshark) - MCU: stucky, 2.7K - cute & funny

fighting vainly the old ennui (Fahye) - MFMM: phryne/jack, 13K - AU where Phryne's a jewel thief but Jack's just as fascinated [reread]

Love Runs Wild (DevilDoll) - Teen Wolf: sterek, 9.4K - inspired by the shifter porn romance above, had to reread this fantastic story where they're both porn models & Stiles accidentally shows up to work with a hickey. True forever fave.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Magpie Murders - s1, e1

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e22

The Brokenwood Mysteries - s10, e6

TJ Alexander in conversation with Rachel Reid [Under the Umbrella Bookstore event]

Game Changer - s6, e8

Um, Actually - s9, e8

Smartypants - s1, e4

Doctor Who - s1 (series 14), e6

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Short Wave - Psychedelic treatment for PTSD faces misconduct hurdle

WikiHole - Song of the Summer (with Kristen Bell, Kirby Howell-Baptiste and Jackie Tohn)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Blue Spring State Park

The Sporkful - Book Tour 1: Do You Really Need That Many Recipe Tests?

Consider This - 'They're somebody's history.' Returning ancient artifacts to their rightful home

NPR's Book of the Day - Kathleen Hanna remembers her path to becoming the OG 'Rebel Girl'

Re: Dracula - June 5: Simple Seriousness

⭐ Vibe Check - Trust The Aunties

Short Wave - Why The Science Of Tides Was Crucial For D-Day

Ologies - Culicidology (MOSQUITOES) Part 1 with Fhallon Ware-Gilmore

99% Invisible #584 - Fact Checking the Supreme Court

⭐ Decoder Ring - Captain Planet to the Rescue

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Welcome To Wall Drug

⭐ Pop Culture Happy Hour - Doctor Who is enlivened by its new Black, openly queer star

Wild Card with Rachel Martin - Bowen Yang thinks being present is overrated

Off Menu - Ep 252: Jason Mantzoukas

Today, Explained - A win for democracy in India

Short Wave - 'Math In Drag' Explores The Creativity And Beauty In Numbers

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Hit Man And What's Making Us Happy

Dear Prudence - I Bailed on a Family Trip Because My Plane Seat Didn’t Have Enough Legroom—Am I a Monster? Help!

Endless Thread - Scamming the Scammers

Today, Explained - The last good day on the internet

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Rock Radio • 1980s

"I Melt With You" [Modern English] radio

Shaboozey

Energy Supermix

[bunnis-monsters]

Okay I NEED to hear more about the queens attendants?? Please??

The queen’s attendants mostly consist of her boy toy bees(bee hybrids that can’t produce eggs and instead are there purely for the queen’s pleasure and comfort) and your adult sons. There are a few doctors and a psychologist there to monitor you at all times as well, because a queen’s health and mental state can affect the entire hive.

An attendant’s job is to take care of the queen in any way you need, and they do it in different ways.

Your sons are there to comfort and soothe their mother, along with informing you of any updates regarding the hive. They ensure you’re kept comfortable after being stuffed full of eggs and will create a warm cuddle pile. When it comes to food, they help prepare and guard the chefs that make it, and will absolutely slaughter anyone that tries to tamper with your food.

Your boy toys pleasure you, bathe you, and test your food to make sure it’s safe before you consume it. They’re quite spoiled by you, which is uncommon in hives. Unfortunately, most hives mistreat bee hybrids that are not fertile, but they have a purpose and are loved in your hive.

They’re even pampered as if royalty, and are a bit prissy and prideful because of this. They get PISSED when other hybrids get too close to you during their time with the queen. Your boy toys can be very possessive, and there’s a rumor that they would have stolen you away already if they could have.

The other attendants are worker bees and drones that are cycled through, since every bee dreams of servicing the queen.

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[laidback-thrills]

WHY ARE YOU A DOCTOR NOW. WHO GAVE YOU A PHD

( Referring to your blog title )

I earned my doctorate in yaoi-ology at the very prestigious ship academy (very real) ...I am furthering my studies and hope to earn by PhD soon...

[corneliushickey]

In “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre,” Feeding Your Family Comes First

By Jackson Arn for The New Yorker

It begins with not one, not two, but three prologues, each spiked with a different kind of horror. First, a scrolling text suggesting that this all really happened to the “five youths” we are about to meet, even though it didn’t. Second, glimpses of cadavers in oily Caravaggio light, culminating in a long, sociopathically calm shot of the ruined graveyard where they’ve been dug up. Third, footage of solar flares, combined with reports of nationwide disaster. What the sun has to do with anything on Earth will never be explained, though it seems significant that when we meet our five fatted calves they’re talking about astrology. (Seventies horror movies, from “Jaws” to “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” were full of chirpy, vaguely countercultural types.) We also learn that they are driving to the little town of Newt, Texas, out of concern for ancestors who were buried in that graveyard, because what could be more virtuous than caring for your family, in death as in life?

link to full article (full text under the cut)

Being such a decent bunch, the group stops to pick up a hitchhiker, who turns out to be twangy-voiced, obsessed with meat, and deranged. His family once worked at the local slaughterhouse, but their jobs have been automated into oblivion, leaving them with nothing but nostalgia for their old day-to-day. To turn a cow into food, he says, “they take the head and they boil it, except for the tongue, and scrape all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything—they don’t throw nothing away!” Explaining all this to a van full of permed, bell-bottomed city kids seems to excite him almost as much as it disgusts them, and it may disgust you, too. But in the world of “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre”—which may, even fifty years on, just be the world—killing and looking out for your family are so closely tied as to be almost the same.

Famous horror directors tend to get pestered for origin stories. Being polite people, for the most part, they usually oblige, which is how I know that an elementary-school bully named Fred Kruger beat up Wes Craven, the six-year-old Alfred Hitchcock was sent to an actual jail cell, and little Brian De Palma used to visit the hospital where his father worked to giggle at the gore. When Tobe Hooper died, in 2017, having directed several worthy films but only one “Texas Chain Saw Massacre,” various juicy-sounding bits made the rounds. Growing up in Austin, he met a doctor who mentioned a Halloween mask made from human flesh. An aunt in Wisconsin told him about Ed Gein, the killer who converted corpses into lampshades. Years later, he was on the U.T. Austin campus the day an ex-marine named Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the clock tower and murdered passersby with a hunting rifle. He was rattled by the image of his mother having a lung removed.

The implication of these kinds of stories, or, at least, of the media’s demand for them, is that horror requires some deep psychological wound, that you’d choose to spend your life scaring people only because something scary happened to you first. There may be a dribble of truth in this, though nobody seems to demand similar explanations from, say, action directors. It’s especially ironic in Hooper’s case; few modern horror films are less interested in psychological backstory than “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.” We’re told next to nothing about the victims’ relationships with one another, or their lives back home. No childhood trauma lurks behind the killers the way it does for Norman Bates or Michael Myers. If any -ology helps us understand these people, it’s sociology: assembly-line slaughter makes the underclasses deranged; technology makes them irrelevant; unemployment makes them hungry. Scarcity underlies almost everything the characters do, whether they’re killers or not—like that other stagflation classic, “Mad Max,” this is a story about precious fuel and the lengths some people will go to get it. The youths discover a household of cannibals because their van is low on gas and they hear a generator somewhere. Later, one of the cannibals takes care to switch off all the lights in his store—power bills being enough to “drive a man outta business”—before going off to feast on the alternative energy source he and his family have discovered.

Scarcity was an apt theme for Hooper’s film, which cost something like a hundred and forty thousand dollars to make, and features a community theatre’s worth of small-timers and first-timers. The shoot was probably illegal a dozen times over: the narrator who reads the scrolling prologue text had to be paid in weed, and the art director, unable to afford prop animal carcasses, drove around picking up actual skulls and roadkill. A graduate student named Gunnar Hansen was cast as the masked, lumbering Leatherface, the cannibal family’s designated executioner. Since there was no money for a backup costume, he wore the same clothes seven days a week, for up to sixteen hours a day, while the weather hovered around a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. I get the sense, listening to interviews with some of the actors, that they consider the rest of their lives a vacation.

The film’s first half hour strides curtly forward, doling out the who and the where and the what, with occasional twitches of lyricism in between—a dead armadillo by the side of the highway, say, or a long, mournful shot of the van as it drives off to certain doom. You can’t learn about how this film was made without gagging, but you can’t watch the results without marvelling: not one frame or line or sound effect goes to waste, since Hooper couldn’t afford any, and this gives everything a tautness that you sense somewhere in the gut before the mind catches up. Throwaway lines about barbecue and cuddly animals and planets in retrograde are, naturally, not throwaway at all, a point the script makes comically obvious when Franklin, who uses a wheelchair, asks his sister Sally, the only youth who’ll survive, if she believes in astrology. She replies, “Everything means something, I guess.”

Decades of bickering about the violence in the film—some viewers insisting that it’s too bloody, others that most of the blood is in our imaginations—has distracted from its visual beauty. This seems important to stress, since beauty, along with sociology, is what Hooper gives us in lieu of direct answers. When one of the youths walks through the cannibals’ house, she finds a room full of remains, some animal and some human. It’s an astonishing sequence, only two minutes long but seemingly an hour, scored to the clucks of a caged chicken, and stuffed with closeups of skulls intercut with the woman’s face so as to suggest one about to become the other. What’s astonishing isn’t only the lushness that Hooper finds in this deathly place. (I’ve thought too much about a certain shot of sunlight shining through a translucent bone.) It’s the fact that we seem to be looking at decorations—that, somewhere between killing and eating, these people have spared the time to make their house look prettier, for no other reason than to make their lives a little less miserable.

So far, I haven’t really talked about why “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” is frightening, but in scenes like this it becomes not only frightening but haunting. The usual things we’re invited to take comfort in during a horror movie—the stability of the household, the loved ones who live there—are here just another piece of the horror. Who, we might ask, is this film’s true villain? Does it even have one? Leatherface does most of the killing but takes no obvious pleasure in it, and in any case Hooper instructed Hansen to play the character as mentally disabled. The hitchhiker does seem to relish the cannibal life style, but notice, too, how well his attentiveness to his grandfather, who seems unable to walk, contrasts with the way the city kids tease Franklin for a similar condition. Toward the end of the film, it is the hitchhiker who drags Sally to his elder and invites him to kill her with a hammer, apparently because the frail old man enjoys this kind of thing and could use some excitement. In how many other films is the most frightening act one of the few compassionate ones?

Extinction seems likely for these cannibals, but, a half century later, “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre” has sired a vast brood of art-house and grind-house films. Stanley Kubrick, a superfan, must have been thinking of Hooper when he conceived of those moments in “The Shining” when the ghosts drink and dance. I sense more Hooper, by way of Kubrick, in Jordan Peele’s three films so far, with their knack for scattering little clues about racism and surveillance and consumerist apathy as though the monsters onscreen are representatives of much looser, deadlier forces. I also can’t help but wonder if Cormac McCarthy, decades away from “No Country for Old Men,” was paying attention when the hitchhiker explains that the slaughterhouse has switched to killing cattle with an air gun. (De Palma, at some pre-“Body Double” date, certainly was.)

On the grind-house end of things, Hooper is still celebrated, when he’s not being reviled, for inspiring an avalanche of hardware-store butchery and final girls. The second trope is a curious one, because in nearly every later film to make use of it the female lead is rewarded for being clever or kind or virginal or brave or, if she’s Jamie Lee Curtis in “Halloween,” all of the above. There is no obvious reason that Hooper chooses Sally to survive the carnage—her brother is the far more likable, fleshed-out character. She gets lucky, and that is all. When the cannibals are preparing to kill her, there is an unforgettable closeup of her wide, bloodshot eye, which is both the window to the soul and just another potential source of energy, like gasoline, itself just the remainder of million-year-old plants, which get their energy from the big, yellow fireball in the sky. Everything, in this grim astrology, means something, and that something is fuel. And, at that point, there is nothing to do but run, very fast, to the highway and hope that the pickup truck on the horizon brakes for hitchhikers.

[inexorability]

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[the--highlanders]

You have a doctorate in Jamie-ology

I am being completely serious when I say that one day I will do a phd and it will be on jacobitism and I will be SO obnoxious about it on here and this is exactly how I'm going to describe it

[radioactiveradley]

Nyello! I'm B.L.Radley, also known as @radley-writes, also known as 'that person who decided to become a radiographer on a whim literally so they could introduce themselves as Rad the Rad but then got really fucking obsessed with radiography and ology and now wants to commit themselves to several more years of specialised study and student debts to become an Advanced Practitioner in.... MRI, probably, but who the fuck knows'

Important info:

They/it/xe pronouns plz.

'Rad' on this blog refers ONLY to radiographers and surfer-slang. Transphobes begone.

I am a student.

This means:

I am not an expert! I might be wrong about stuff! If you know more than me, please feel free to correct me! I love this topic and want to learn more!

I am not qualified to give out medical advice, and will only say 'go see your doctor if this concerns you!' on this blog.

It's also worth noting that, though I do work part-time in a hospital, doin' the ol' radiography, I am not going to provide funny/embarrassing patient stories. Or any patient stories at all, beyond, perhaps, very, very anonymised anecdotes to help illustrate points. I strongly disagree with mocking patients or posting anything about them without their consent - particularly if it could be traced back to them! This is just a blog where I can scream excitedly about how cool it is that I can look at all the Mushy And Bony Stuff inside you without cutting you open!

(Although sometimes you'll get cut open too <3 Just for funsies <3)

Please feel free to ask me anything, and I will do my best to reply!

Or, uh. Infodump about my hyperfixation. Not sorry.

[kwebtv]

Doctor*Ology - The Discovery Channel - March 2, 2007 - April 27, 2007

Documentary (13 episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Leslie Nielsen

David Lawrence

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (6-12 Nov 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍👂‍The Monsters We Defy (Leslye Penelope, author; Shayna Small, narrator) - book blurb: "A woman able to communicate with spirits must assemble a ragtag crew to pull off a daring heist to save her community in this timely and dazzling historical fantasy that weaves together African American folk magic, history, and romance." and let me tell you how much I LOVED this. Love a heist. Love a SUPERNATURAL heist. Love a prickly female protagonist. Just a really fun, satisfying story!

😊The Case of the Undiscovered Corpse (An Alasdair and Toby and Cambridge Fellows Mystery #1) (Charlie Cochrane) - the 'mystery' solution is nonsensical & convoluted but that's not really the point, it's just the macguffin so two sets of amateur sleuths can team up and since I love all the characters I ain't mad about it. What I love most is seeing J&O as elder statesmen, still living their HEA after 50 years.

🥰Stop @’ing Me (It’s Giving me Anxiety) (isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)) - really fun SMAU with music star Stiles and music YTer Derek. Really good characterizations, fun banter, Pringles discourse, absolutely zero realism about how their respective industries function, as the fanfic gods intend. Plus there's lots of great mocked up SM images and original songs BUT what I truly love most is that this author did an entirely duplicate version of the fic WITHOUT images for accessiblity. Fantastic.

💖💖 +88K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I love you with my fingers on your sleeping hand (spectreink91) - The Witcher: Geraskier, 7K - reread - good modern 2nd chance romance AU with horse breeder Geralt and pop singer Jaskier

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts - s2, e6-7

Doctor Who - s13, e7-8

Abbott Elementary - s2, e1-7

Living Single - s1, e5-6

M*A*S*H - s1, e17

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story - which was as delightfully & surrealistically nonsensical as one could hope

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Strong Songs - Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon

Vibe Check - The House Is Burning

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Laguna Del Diamante

Switched on Pop - The Sound of Sapphism

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Wren’s Nest

Still Processing - Summer Renaissance

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Found in Translation

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcastz - Ted Lasso S2E10: Funerals Are So Weird

99% Invisible #514 - Train Set: Track Two

Ologies with Alie Ward - Discard Anthropology (GARBAGE) with Robin Nagle

One Year Plus - 1942: The Info Wars of World War II

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moving Monuments with the Places Team

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Lena Hall's Obsessions

Doctor Who Series 13 - Flux (Original Television Soundtrack)

'60s Folk Rock

Essential New Wave

Buena Vista Social Club

An Evening With Silk Sonic [Silk Sonic]

Presenting Blue Öyster Cult

Electronic Film Scores

Songs From Animated Movies

"Weird Al" Yankovic

Classical Focus

[tinyreviews]

Medical Professionals and Etymology

Thinking out aloud here.

Sometimes I wonder if doctors and medical professionals(maybe scientists as well) have a better grasp on the English language and etymology than the general person, being that they have to learn so many medical terms that are based in Latin and have clear, direct meanings from their Latin bases.

Here are some examples:

Adrenal: From "ad-" (near) and "renes" (kidneys), referring to the glands located near the kidneys.

Antibiotic: "Anti-" (against) and "biotic" (life), indicating substances that fight against life, particularly microorganisms.

Cardiovascular: "Cardio-" (heart) and "vascular" (blood vessels), relating to the heart and blood vessels.

Dermatology: "Derma" (skin) and "-ology" (study of), the study of skin and its diseases.

Glycogenesis: "Glyco-" (sugar) and "-genesis" (creation), the formation of glycogen from glucose molecules.

Orthopedics: "Ortho-" (straight) and "-pedics" (child), originally referring to the treatment of skeletal deformities in children but now encompassing the treatment of musculoskeletal disorders in general.

And going off on a wild tangent here, I also wonder if Chinese-speakers have a clear understanding of what a thing is, being that Chinese characters for things are usually compound words of other real things.

For example:

Television is 电视机, literally translates back into English as "electric view device".

Soap is 肥皂, literally translates into "fat construct", which is what soap is, made from fat.

[contentment-of-cats]

Cancer: The Journey

First Steps

I can't say anything as brave as 'battling cancer' or 'fighting cancer.' I think that the best thing I can say is that I am enduring cancer. Pronounced to be in remission the last week of December, I understand that I am not cured. Instead, I have what I have chosen to call Schrodinger's Cancer - they don't know if it's there or not, but we are choosing to proceed as if it is until blood tests and imaging indicate otherwise. Even after five years, when they pronounce one to be 'cured' - there is always the chance of recurrence or a new type of cancer altogether. There will always be a sword hanging over my head, as my chemobuddies taught me.

I found out about my cancer by reading my discharge papers from a place I will call Asshat Central Hospital. They referred me to Asshat specialists who from my calls in the middle of February could not see me until the end of march, and in some cases as far out as May. I needed to see an oncologist and a urologist urgently. Over the next two weeks, I was stumbling and fumbling as I tried to get care out of my HMO network, two more visits to the ER got me a shot of morphine and a CT scan, another list of referals, and finally pain meds.

I woke up on the morning of March 3rd in so much pain that I thought I was going to die. I knew if I went back to Asshat Central, Dunno Medical Center, or Clowncar General that even with my PPO, that I would die. I got my ass in an Uber and over the hill to Cedars-Sinai. I was upstairs and in a bed in a matter of hours, I had painmeds and that first night I remember sleeping so deeply. I was safe and getting care. Within two days, all the care that was weeks or months out started rolling in. Colonoscopy. Nephrostomy and stent. MRI, CT, ultrasounds, x-rays. Cardiac, oncology, urology/nephrology, and all the ologies rolled through my room and them me all over the hospital - it hurt, was terrifying, and in the end the platform needed for care.

Killing the Cancer Instead of the Patient

On March 18th, I had a power pump installed in my left arm for drawing blood and administering chemo.

Five weeks of chemoradiation began shortly after. Radiation Monday through Friday, with a chemo pump Monday through Saturday, a Monday infusion of Emend, Kytril, and dexamethasone, followed by Wednesday and Saturday fluids with Kytril and dexamethasone. Here is what I will tell you about this phase and how to survive it.

This will knock you down so hard that you will not know which way is up. Radiotherapy and oncology like to point fingers. Fuck the fingerpointing. You will be so fatigued that sleeping 12 hours per day will be about all you can do.

You must stay hydrated and it's hard even with two hydration bags going in twice a week I ended up in the hospital with dehydration twice and a whopping kidney infection. Enterade is a drink that helps calm everything down after radiation and chemo and helps to limit the GI damage both can cause. Get Ultima drink powder, make up two gallons and put them in the fridge and pre-fill four one liter bottles - keep them next to you so that you can see them. When you wake up, down one.

Kiss your appetite good-bye. You still need to eat. I found that baby-food stayed down the best. Once upon a Farm is a good national brand, and so is Yumi. Kate Farms makes tasty nutritional shakes that don't give you explosive diarrhea.

I could not stomach meat or dairy, and managed to take only gummy vitamins and gummy pre/probiotic supplements. Spices hurt my mouth and throat and my stomach kicked them right back out.

My doctor prescribed Zofran sublingual, compazine, and Ativan - compazine in case the Zofran didn't work, Ativan when the nausea and vomiting was driven by anxiety. I spent a lot of time carrying around a one gallon ziplock - they came in handy. Saltines and plain soda water do help!

You'll have a break after chemoradiation - at least two weeks. Sleep.

About Power Ports

GET THAT PORT. INSIST ON THAT PORT. It will save you endless bullshit with collapsing veins later as chemo and radiation both make your veins brittle. Insist on anyone drawing blood or giving an infusion use that port. Get ready to call bullshit when they say that they can't. I had bruises up and down my arms until I told them to get someone to access the fucking port or I would damn well walk to Cedars if I had to.

Be aware of the increased risk of blood clots. Your arm may swell and that needs to be seen and treated right away, usually with a three-month course of Eliquis or other blood thinner. You could take aspirin as a preventative with your doctor's approval, but I'm allergic to that and other NSAIDS. Turmeric, ginger, black pepper, cinnamon, and cayenne all have blood-thinning properties, but I could not keep them down. Likewise, grapefruit juice or supplements can enhance (not in a good way) blood thinning medications.

About Nephrostomy Bags

They fucking suck. A nephrostomy should be reversed six to eight weeks after the surgery, and the stent in the ureter (not the urethra) takes over. You cart your piss bag everywhere, wake up to make sure it's not overflowing. You're at an increased risk for kidney infections. Here's my tips for living with the motherfucker.

Order only name-brand bags from Amazon. You'll want to change out the bag once per week. Keep the big bag for when you're at home, the little bag for when you have to go out. Coloplast, Bard, and Medline are all good to use. There are bag covers, bag carriers, and even clothing to keep your bag concealed, catch leaks, and stop punctures. You might want to tape your connections to prevent accidental decoupling. Also, insist on a home health nurse to change that dressing - the angle is such that you can't do it yourself.

Friends

You will make friends in radiation and infusion waiting rooms. You'll share space with them in infusion clinics. You may lose them. It will hurt. At the same time, you'll be happy and heartbroken. You'll share tips and tricks, highs and lows, and a fellowship that can't be described, only experienced.

[onlyplatonicirl]

helloeth dear author headcANON here, my phone blew up for several hours and i wasnt able to get on tumblr :((( but now i can and now i will proceed to yell into your askbox. today we are making up shit about everyone's favourite cat, molly <33 i love her shes so silly

a calico is not a breed but rather a coat descriptor, a calico is a cat of any breed who displays an even coverage of three different colours, which is why i like to imagine that shes a calico norweigan forest cat, mostly because those cats are known to be absolutely bloody massive and according to the height chart (yes headcANON is old, old) molly is 7'4, plus they are very soft and fluffy

to me she literally looks like spottedleaf from warrior cats, just fluffier

this also makes me hc that if she were to be a human, she would be norweigan/slavic

she has heterochromia, one green eye and one blue eye and she used to be a bit self conscious about it but as soon as she hit her twenties like with most insecurities she just stopped caring

molly always had an interest in science, particularly in living sciences such as biology, ecology, zoology, and also monster-ology? bestiology? the study of monsters, i like to imagine this was spurred on from her childhood, i can see her coming from a family where her mum or dad was very sickly maybe with an incurable disease and so she wanted to set out and cure it, so she absolutely jumped at the opportunity to work for the council - to bad it wasnt everything she'd hoped it would be

perhaps molly may also be genetically prone to developing this disease later on in life, which would just make her want to research it even more

i also think she'd come from a working class family, she had to start working from quite a young age and throughout her time at college and uni

she is hard of hearing! because i am too, and shes one of my favourite characters :))

i think collars are a sort of fashion piece for cat monsters (dog monsters too), molly wears one, it was given to her by her mum, its a small green collar with a golden bell on it

her handwriting is really elegant, but most of the time she has to write quite quick so it turns into doctor-scratch

she was really good friends with life, i think theyd have tea together in life's garden

paints her claws :) probably pink or blue, takes real good care of em

she never really thought she would have kids, mostly because she doesnt like men lol, but she was open to adoption and has always been quite motherly and caring since she grew up the oldest out of her siblings

when she was unofficially tasked with looking after error, this side of her really came out, and she didnt quite know how to feel about it, she shouldnt be so nice to someone to like error, hes hurt people and if he wasnt so heavily drugged up, he could kill her too, but she didnt think he was like that, she saw the good in him, she listened to him babble on about the goings on inside of his dreams, and they would have short, disjointed conversations where she would ask him what was important to him, who he loved, his favourite food - she saw the side of him no one believed existed

she had nightmares for several nights leading up to the date of error's execution, worried that something would go wrong, worried that nothing would go wrong, worried that she'd be haunted by him knowing that this wasnt right

she used to have a big crush on sf!undyne, that attraction quickly died when she realised just how cruel she could be

on mollys breaks, she goes and writes haikus, it calms her down :)

did catnip once, never again

- headcANON

OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAHHHHB THESE ARE FANTASTIC!! I feel like an angel just descended from the heavens and handed me this wonderful gift. These are so real and fit her character so well uWAHHHH.

Also she canonically is a lesbian!! I decided that a while ago. She gives me fem x fem vibes.

ANON I WOULD LIKE TO LET YOU KNOW, (and anyone else who may be reading this) LOOK FORWARD TO MORE MOLLY LORE SOON!!!!! HER STORY IS NOT OVER.

[herecomethefoxes]

Tagged by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist 💛💙

3 Ships: Yaz/Thirteen, Korra/Asami, and whatever the hell happened with Clara & Twelve

First ship: Will and Lyra from His Dark Materials

Last song: Ithaca by Beatenberg

Currently listening to: sssssoundtracks (Segun Akinola and Murray Gold), The Paper Kites, Novo Amor, and the podcast Ologies

Last movie: Hanukkah On Rye (a new Hallmark original)

Currently reading: The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin, The Genius of Birds by Jennifer Ackerman, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin (again!!!)

Currently watching: Doctor Who, His Dark Materials, The Good Doctor

Currently consuming: peppermint hot chocolate

Currently craving: data that I can comprehend

Tagging (with no pressure!): @soulless-puppy, @ange-is-a-liar, @todaysbird

[sickchild]

What was your "-ology" type as a kid (Wizardology, Dragonology, actual sociological study lol)

omg this is honestly the coolest ask i've ever received and also it reminded me that i used to have the dragonology book growing up so thank u for that little blast from the past 🥺 but as a child i was dead into the victorians, i think partly bc i grew up in a late victorian/early edwardian town so we learned about it a lot in school but also that's just who i am as a person lmao, i was also big into vampires which my mum tried really hard to turn into a love of fairies but didn't really work lol.....i think my biggest ology as a kid tho was probably biology i really wanted to work as like a forensic biologist or geneticist until i was like 14 bc i was fascinated by dna. i also briefly considered dentistry bc it was the only biology job i could think of that wasn't doctor/nurse/surgeon etc bc they all felt too hardcore for me lmfaooo that's not relevant but i feel like it says a lot about me

[anonymous-manor]

Dr. Kenneth A. Bolton is not only a medical doctor, but also an avid researcher in the fields of anatomy and anthropology. Though progressive and fair, the doctor is a man of his time (1872). He’s fascinated with phrenology, artifacts from cultures far and wide, and abnormalities of the human body. He has visited PT Barnum’s American Museum across the pond, and though he’s a bit skeptical of the front man, Dr. Bolton can’t deny a predilection for things mysteriously grotesque. His private office/lab plays host to curios and collectables from around the world, as well as a space to carry out some of his experimentation and research.

Here’s my progress on Dr. Bolton’s private office/lab, located in the sub-basement below the servants’ quarters:

I’ve got the room floored and wallpapered, chosen some Tim Holtz ephemera for the wall, and created a couple of framed pictures (Mr. Kite poster and framed map).

The umbrella stand features a black and gold brolly (sculpey and painted paper) and a few femurs (Tim Holtz).

I built the shelf with craft sticks, turbo tacky, black paint, and mod podge glossy. The items on/in it are glued down with turbo tacky, but the shelf itself is still mobile so it can be moved to accommodate the rest of the furniture when it arrives.

A lot of what’s on the shelves is Tim Holtz ephemera that I’ve had for a long time. It might be from assemblage, idea-ology, or holiday collections. Some of it is probably Found Objects from Beads landing. Other bits I pulled from my bag of random unknowns or made from scratch.

The bell jar contains a drawing model’s severed hand dressed up with sharpie coloring and mod podge glossy. I painted the dragon fossil (it was previously antique gold). The pile of white floral/fungus came from my wax seal kit (I almost never use pressed flowers when stamping my mail). I thought it was a bit of a laugh to add a Maui-style hook leaning casually to one end.

Here are some more prepared bits and pieces I plan to place on/in the curio cabinet when it arrives:

I hope you can see this stuff ok; the camera really did not want to focus.

The plague mask skull, bony raven, compass, and bell jar are found objects from beads landing. The bell jar contains a “taxidermy” of a frog charm (dunno where that came from), colored and patterned with sharpie. The pistol is poetic spirit (with some dark burgundy liquitex added to the handle). I pulled the pendant ring off the deathly hallows and painted the bright silver dark grey for a more antiqued look. The skull is Tim Holtz, and I aged it with ink from a dark brown brush pen. Finally, the pile of amber rocks is, well, a pile of amber rocks (beads) constructed with turbo tacky and affixed to a 1:12 tea saucer painted metallic silver.