#Heart Surgeon doctor in California

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A Time Well Spent: Importance of the Pre-Operative Visit – A Surgeon’s Perspective

In modern healthcare, where efficiency and cost-cutting measures often dictate clinical workflows, the pre-operative visit remains an irreplaceable pillar of surgical preparation. Whether the surgery is elective or an emergency, this visit plays a fundamental role in ensuring patient safety, fostering trust, and optimizing surgical outcomes. As one of the top cardiovascular surgeons in California, we recognize the immense value of dedicating ample time to these crucial consultations.

With the increasing demands on surgeons and healthcare providers, the time available for one-on-one patient interactions has significantly decreased. However, this should not undermine the essential purpose of the pre-op visit, which is to establish a strong rapport between the patient and their surgeon, conduct a thorough clinical evaluation, and set realistic expectations for the surgical journey ahead.

Why the Pre-Operative Visit Is Essential

The pre-operative visit is much more than just a formality; it is a critical step in the surgical process. As one of the best thoracic surgeons in California, we emphasize that this visit serves several vital purposes:

1. Establishing Trust and Reassurance

Surgery is a life-altering event, and patients naturally experience anxiety, fear, and uncertainty. During the pre-op visit, the surgeon has an opportunity to build trust, address concerns, and explain the procedure in a way that provides clarity. This is where the patient evaluates whether they can truly trust their Minimally Invasive Surgeon in California with their life. The ability to connect on a human level fosters confidence and reduces pre-operative stress, which has been linked to better post-surgical outcomes.

2. Comprehensive Medical Assessment

Each patient presents a unique set of health conditions, comorbidities, and risk factors. A thorough pre-operative evaluation ensures that all underlying medical issues are identified and appropriately managed before surgery. This includes:

Review of medical history

Physical examination

Laboratory and imaging tests

Cardiac and pulmonary assessments, if necessary

Medication review and adjustments

This approach significantly reduces surgical risks and enhances patient safety.

3. Optimizing Surgical Outcomes

A well-prepared patient is more likely to experience fewer complications and a smoother recovery. The pre-op visit allows surgeons to recommend lifestyle modifications, such as quitting smoking, managing diabetes, optimizing weight, or improving cardiovascular fitness, which can all influence surgical success. As one of the top cardiovascular surgeons in California, we prioritize patient education and preparation as part of our commitment to excellence.

4. Ensuring Fully Informed Consent

Transparency is fundamental in surgical care. The pre-op visit is the time to discuss the procedure in detail, including:

Surgical techniques and alternatives

Benefits and potential risks

Expected recovery timeline

Possible complications

Post-operative care and follow-up plan

Establish a contingency plan regarding u foreseen situations and how to handle them in the immediate post op period and the rest of the hospital stay. 

This ensures that the patient and their family have realistic expectations, and most importantly, it provides the patient with the knowledge necessary to give informed consent.

The Impact of Time Constraints on Patient Care

In today's fast-paced healthcare system, surgeons and clinicians often face increasing pressure to shorten consultation times. However, studies show that patients who receive thorough pre-operative counseling experience better surgical outcomes, fewer complications, and lower rates of medical malpractice claims.

As a leading Minimally Invasive Surgeon in California, we recognize the need to allocate adequate time for each patient. Rushing through a pre-op consultation can lead to misunderstandings, heightened patient anxiety, and suboptimal preparation, all of which can negatively impact the surgical outcome.

Bridging the Communication Gap

Many patients struggle with understanding complex medical jargon, especially if English is not their primary language. It is the surgeon's responsibility to communicate in a way that resonates with the patient, using clear, simple language and lay terms that aligns with their level of understanding. Encouraging questions, addressing concerns, and offering written materials online resources  or visual aids can further enhance patient comprehension and comfort.

Statistical Evidence Supporting the Pre-Operative Visit

Research has consistently shown that a well-structured pre-op visit leads to:

Lower rates of surgical complications

Higher patient satisfaction

Reduced hospital readmissions

Improved post-operative recovery

Lower incidence of medical-legal issues

By investing time in pre-operative discussions, top cardiovascular surgeons in California can ensure higher quality care, ultimately benefiting both the patient and the healthcare system.

Conclusion: Prioritizing the Patient’s Journey

A well-executed pre-operative visit is not a luxury—it is a necessity. As a leading Minimally Invasive Surgeon in California, we are committed to ensuring that every patient receives comprehensive, compassionate, and high-quality surgical care. From the initial consultation to the post-operative recovery phase, our goal is to prioritize patient safety, trust, and satisfaction.

For patients facing cardiovascular and thoracic procedures, a thorough pre-op visit is a time well spent. It lays the foundation for successful surgical outcomes, reduced complications, and a seamless recovery, increasing patient satisfaction and encouraging compliance with future medical management plans.

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 Known for being the best cardiac surgeon in California and the best thoracic surgeon in California, Dr. Williams leads the way in delivering exceptional care and setting the standard for excellence in the field.

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Jobs LOTR characters would have in the modern world

Sam

Landscaper or forest conservationist. I headcanon that he started out training in his dad’s landscaping business and then Frodo and Bilbo encouraged him to get a higher education. He double majors in sustainable agriculture and forestry. I think he would work for like a national park or another conservation agency but he’s really passionate and good at working with impacted communities and local farmers since he came from a blue collar background

Frodo

Like in the books he has a passion for languages and so is a translator and has a phd in linguistics. I think he might work at a museum or even in archaeology. I could also see him doing some kind of social work since he is willing to give anyone a chance (like Gollum). After his traumatic experiences he probably works from home translating novels

Merry

Merry is a trust fund kid and a stoner. He studies business in college and his dad hopes he will use it to make bank but he uses it to open up a really successful weed store in California

Pippin

Like Merry is a trust fund kid, he helps out at Merry’s store but doesn’t really have a real job

Aragorn

I could see him as an EMT or a search and rescue officer in a huge national park similarly park ranger would make sense. Elrond wants him to be a doctor or a lawyer but he likes his park ranger job

Boromir

Military. Not sure which branch maybe army? He retires in his forties and hangs out with Merry and Pippin at their weed store and lets his vet buddies in on their good deals

Gandalf

Old professor at an esteemed college but he’s very much considered an eccentrentic by other staff

Legolas

He’s an influencer and model. He has like 2 million followers on instagram and is constantly terrifying his PR person (Aragorn or Boromir alternate this job)

Gimli

Geologist. He’s done a lot of different jobs within that from working for the government to high end jewelry stores to making his own stone crafts

Eowyn

Works for Planned Parenthood and also operates a horse barn where people teach lessons and board their horses. She’s really chill at her barn because she gets all her anger out at the pro choice marches she organizes

Elrond

World renowned doctor. Probably a heart surgeon. Kind of full of himself for this

Not sure yet what Arwen and Faramir do…

[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans

AN: It’s so fluffy!!!! This is my first fill for this year’s ‘Into an alternate Juni-verse” and when I got Surgeon AU on my card I knew I had to revisit this pairing from last year's event…You don’t need to read it to understand this fic, but it will give you more context.

A big thanks to @metalbvcky for spitballing and cheerleading

Beta’d by the wonderful @drabbles-mc

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo Fills - 

@stuckybingo G3: Migraines

@steverogersbingo D2: Monica Rambeau

Build a Bucky Bingo by @buckybarnesevents: Feb: Forehead kisses

Into an Alternate Juni-verse by @buckybarnesevents : AU: Surgeon

@caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge Week 1; “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

Master list | Alternate Juni-verse Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List

Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong?

Relationship: Small Doctor Steve Rogers x Bookstore Owner Bucky Barnes

Word count: 3.8k

CW: Modern AU, Fluff, Insinuation of spicy time, Bucky and Nat friendship, Teasing, descriptions of migraine, caring Bucky, Hurt/Comfort, suggestive and happy ending, implied bottom Bucky.

Steve was well aware of how his life was currently a study in contrasts. On the one hand there was the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the hospital and on the other, the cosy warmth of the bookshop where Bucky worked and Steve spent a lot of his off hours. There was the inherent stress involved in working in the ER, with the requirement he always be ‘switched on’, but then there was the gentle pace that life with Bucky forced him into.

Bucky.

He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since those two chance encounters nine months ago, one in a bar and the other right here in the ER.

Steve hadn’t been looking for anything, heart still raw from a break-up that had seen him upsticks and relocate from Los Angeles to New York, but something about Bucky had gotten under his guard. After their unexpected reunion in the hospital following a very memorable one-night stand, Steve had known there was no way he could go on without the young bookstore owner in his life.

They were taking it one step at a time though. Steve’s job was obviously full-on, especially so as he’d decided to continue working towards becoming a surgeon, something he’d done most of the work for out in California. Between his ER shifts, and the work for his qualification, both practical and theoretical, they sometimes went days without seeing each other and Steve didn’t want to force Bucky into something he wasn’t able to cope with - there was a reason why a large number of people in the medical field struggled to maintain relationships.

Therefore he maintained his apartment, and Bucky still had his own over his shop. Admittedly that warm, lived-in space, as small and covered in white cat fur as it was, felt more like home to Steve than his larger, pristine loft that still looked like something out of a brochure. Also, Bucky’s place was a lot closer to the hospital than his. It made sense, really, to spend most of his time there. He kept thinking about ‘taking the next step’, but something was stopping him.

Steve let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Bucky in a full 48 hours now, and there was still another six to go until he could leave.

Today was an observation day, where Steve would be watching his mentor while she performed a heart by-pass and she would ask him questions as she did so. He was excited for it, but even that couldn’t dull the ache within him which he knew would only be soothed by a Bucky-hug ™.

He watched Doctor Rambeau - Monica - scrub up, dexterously turning off the tap with her elbow, and then waited for her to move out of the space so he could do the same. He might not be performing the operation, but he still had to follow all the protocols. He knew what an honour this was, having her as his mentor. She was one of the best in her field, and under her tutelage he knew he would be able to make a difference to so many people. With his own history of health issues, he knew what it was like to have his life saved and was ready to pay it forwards. 

“You ready, Doctor Rogers?” He turned to see one perfectly shaped eyebrow rise at him from behind an eye-shield.

“Absolutely. Lead on, Doctor Rambeau.” He knew his smile was hidden behind his mask, but hopefully she would hear it in his voice and see it in the crinkles around his eyes. He suspected not much got past her. The junior doctors were always making remarks about how Doctor Rambeau could see things that other mere mortals couldn’t.

“Soooo,” Nat drawled out and Bucky got ready for another round of being teased. “You’re seeing him tonight?”

“Yes,” replied Bucky. “He’s coming over after his observation shift and then he’s off for the next two days. Don’t expect to see much of me outside of work hours.” He waggled his eyebrows at his best friend and grinned as she rolled her eyes in return.

“Don’t I know it. If it wasn’t for his shifts I doubt I’d see you at all.” Despite her words, Bucky could hear the joking affection in her voice. However, what was the point in being best friends if you didn’t wind each other up at every available opportunity?

“You’re one to talk? How are you and Doctor Wilson going? I know he knows his way around….” Bucky’s dig at Sam’s field of specialisation was cut off by Nat placing her finger over his lips.

“Shush, you. We’re going just fine. Keeping it casual. He’s busy. I’m busy. Who wants to put labels on things?”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Whatever you say, Natty-Nat-Nat. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and then grabbed another armful of books to reshelve. “So apart from fucking, what have you got planned?”

Bucky shrugged. “Not a lot. Depends on how wiped out he is. Dinner tonight - I’m making lasagne - and a film. Probably far too much wine. Tomorrow? Maybe the Brooklyn Museum, and lunch. I know he wants me to test him on some theory, so I need to limber up my tongue so I can say complicated words I don’t understand.”

“Please don’t tell me how you’re going to limber it up,” Nat said with a snort, and Bucky squashed down the urge to throw a book at her. He knew from his own painful experience what it felt like to have a hardback, or several, bounce off his face. The only upside of that situation had been that he’d seen Steve again and gotten his number, even if it had been mortifying at the time.

“Things are still going well, then?” Nat questioned more softly.

“Absolutely.” Bucky let out a sigh as he thought about his diminutive blond boyfriend. Even before their eyes had met across the bar he’d been intrigued. There had been something in Steve’s movements, the way his fingers had held - near caressed - his beer bottle, that had filled Bucky with want.

That feeling hadn’t waned over the past months, and while he inevitably got frustrated when Steve’s shifts kept them apart, he also had an inkling that the periods of separation were also what had kept them in the ‘honeymoon’ phase so long. It heightened the anticipation, and when they did get to spend time together? Well it was a good thing that Bucky had no neighbours and Steve’s apartment had thick walls.

Bucky had always had voracious… appetites… but had been more than pleasantly surprised when Steve proved that he could, most of the time at least, keep up with him. He also hadn’t thought that such an outwardly respectable doctor could be so kinky, but….

“Earth to Barnes!” Nat snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Stop thinking about Steve’s dick on work time.” 

He pouted at her. “Spoilsport. And anyway, it wasn’t his dick I was thinking about, it was his fing–”

Nat threw her hands up over her ears. “LA-LA-LA,” she shouted before walking back towards the front desk and the customers who had just walked through the door. Bucky giggled and continued to restack books while indulging in his daydreams.

Steve slowly pushed the surgical gown down his arms with a sigh and winced at the bright lights in the scrub room. He hadn’t even been doing any of the heavy lifting during that op, but he still felt absolutely wrung out. However, it had been the most wonderful experience, getting to see Monica performing the by-pass so assuredly and asking her questions as she did so. He was also proud of the fact that he’d been able to answer her questions too, although those had been more inquisitorial than plain curious like his. But it was the end of his shift now - more or less on time too, for a change - and he couldn’t wait to get to Bucky’s apartment and relax in the arms of his boyfriend for two whole days.

He washed up and said good-bye to Monica and the rest of the surgical team and headed towards the staff room and the locker containing his street clothes, keys, and wallet - he hadn’t spent this much time in scrubs since medical school. As he made his way along the white walled corridors, the sounds of a hospital at work swirled around him - the beeping of machines, pained cries of the young and old, the urgent, hushed conversations of other medical professionals, the weeping of family members and loved ones. He liked to think that he was partially immune to these noises - they were the soundtrack to his daily life after all, but for some reason, they felt rawer than usual, scraping across his bones like nails down a chalkboard, and Steve couldn’t hold back an involuntary shudder. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling appeared to be taunting him too, their beams piercing his eyeballs and the almost inaudible humming making his teeth itch.

“Bucky,” he muttered to himself. “I just need to get home to Bucky, then I’ll feel better.”

When Steve finally made his way outside the sky was dark, but the streets were lit up with street lamps and car headlights. Each shaft of light felt like a needle sliding into his brain via his temples and he took a deep breath in through his nose to stave off a wave of dizziness. 

There was a light drizzle in the air, making it blessedly cool, and despite the damp Steve decided to walk to Bucky’s apartment instead of schlepping it on the much dryer, but ultimately more cramped and warm, subway. It took him longer than anticipated though, his shoes feeling like lead weights upon his feet, getting heavier and heavier with every step.

Finally, he reached the bookstore, the interior shrouded in darkness, but with lights shining from the windows above. Steve walked, half staggered, down the alley at the side and let himself in through the door that would lead him up the stairs and to Bucky. He was glad that Bucky had given him a key a few months back, otherwise he would have had to wait in the rain while Bucky came downstairs to let him in. That had happened enough times at the beginning that Steve was now very much over that part of their relationship. Having keys felt good. What didn’t feel good though were his sodden socks, or his throbbing eyeballs.

He trudged up the stairs, each step harder than the last, until he reached the top and all but fell through the interior door. Bucky must have heard him because Steve’s name was called out joyfully, a sound that normally made his heart leap in his chest, but in this moment, all he could do was let out a pained whimper as Bucky’s voice cut through his brain like a chainsaw.

He heard Bucky’s footsteps get closer and he squinted against the brightness of the room.

“Hey, Stevie!”

Bucky pulled him into a rough hug, squishing Steve’s face against the ubiquitous black t-shirt he always seemed to wear on days he was working. The smell of Bucky’s cologne, normally one of his favourite scents, assailed his nose, combining with the smell of garlic that permeated the apartment and Steve felt his stomach roll.

“Buck… please,” he slurred as he uncharacteristically pushed himself away from his boyfriend’s embrace. Everything around him just felt like too much and he felt himself tip backwards against the wall.

“Oh, Steve. You don’t look too hot.” Bucky’s voice was full of concern, and Steve was sure that if he could manage to focus properly, he’d be able to see Bucky’s dark brows pulled together in a frown. 

“Jeez, thanks,” he managed to push out with a small upturn to his lips. “Just what I wanted to hear after not seeing you for two days.” He closed his eyes, intending to do so for just a moment, and felt the ringing pain in his head lessen minutely.

Bucky’s body brushed against him as his holdall was taken from him by gentle hands and his coat was slipped from his shoulders.

“Is it a migraine?” Bucky had modulated his voice to a whisper and Steve decided that he hadn’t ever been so glad for anything in his life.

Eyes still closed, he nodded and let out a noise of confirmation from his lips. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed then. I’m prescribing Advil, earplugs, an eye-mask and an early night.”

Steve snorted and instantly regretted it. “I thought I was the doctor here?” he quipped, his voice low and gravelly.

“You are,” Bucky replied, his lips brushing Steve’s temple. “But I’m the boyfriend, so what I say, goes.”

“Is that so?” Steve queried, a note of amusement in his voice.

“Very much so,” Bucky confirmed. “Now you keep your eyes closed if you want, I’ll guide you.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but still kept his lids closed. He had a feeling it was the only reason he wasn’t throwing up right now.

“Such a mother hen,” he chastised without any real bite and allowed Bucky to steer him, arms looped together, through the small apartment. A soft bump against his ankle let him know that Alpine was now part of the proceedings.

“It’s why you love me. Right, you just sit down here…” Steve felt his shoulders clasped by Bucky’s hands and he sat down, completely trusting that he wouldn’t fall on his ass. “Can you manage to get undressed while I go find the pills?”

Steve cracked one eye open. “Sure. I love you, you know that?” Bucky shot him a soft smile, pressed another kiss to his forehead and then went through to the small bathroom, rattling around inside the cupboards.

Steve kicked off his shoes, glad he had on loafers that came off easily, and struggled out of his shirt. It felt like an octopus trying to envelope and suffocate him. He flopped down onto the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling the bile begin to rise in his throat. Not only did this suck, big time, but he also felt so guilty, a feeling he vocalised when he felt the bed dip on Bucky’s return.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I know that this wasn’t what we had planned. What were you making for dinner?” He felt Bucky’s hands on the waistband of his slacks, deftly pulling them from his body in the most un-lust-filled, and therefore strangest, way possible.

“Lasagne, but it will keep until tomorrow. And you don’t need to apologise. These things happen and you have been working really hard. I’m actually surprised you didn’t have one of these sooner.”

Steve shuffled under the coverlet, letting out a sigh at the coolness of the sheets against his skin. Bucky pressed two tablets into his hand, and he propped himself upon his other elbow so he could pop them in his mouth, swallowing them down with a drink from the glass of water Bucky proffered him.

“I’ll make it up to you, Buck. I promise.”

“I know you will, you lug. But for now here��s the eye mask.” Soft satin was placed over his head, settling over his eyes and helping to black out the last of the light making it through his eyelids. “And here are the ear plugs.” Bucky dropped them into Steve’s palm and curled his fingers shut over them. “Now don’t worry about me,” he placated. “I have a whole garlic bread and a salad to make my way through, plus a date at Stars Hollow with Lorelai. I’ll be fine. We’ll pick this up tomorrow if you’re feeling better, and if you’re not I’ll just pump you full of drugs until you are.”

Steve smiled into the darkness. “You know that’s not how that works?”

Bucky placed his finger over Steve’s lips. “Ssh, sexy Doctor Boyfriend has spoken. Sleep now.” He moved his finger and replaced it with his lips, kissing Steve softly.

“Sir, yes Sir,” Steve replied, bringing his hand up in salute.

“Punk. Sleep well. I’ll come cuddle you later.”

“I will, jerk. And thank you.”

He heard Bucky mumble under his breath and then pad across the room before he pushed the earplugs into his ears, cocooning himself in silence to go along with the darkness, and snuggled down into the sheets to pass out.

Bucky closed the bedroom door with a soft ‘click’ and padded back through to the living room, trying to quell the disappointment. It wasn’t Steve’s fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. Migraines happened, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was a surprise that Steve hadn’t had one already - he really had been pushing himself to the limit. But, Bucky supposed, that was one of the things that made him love Steve. His tenaciousness, bordering on stubbornness, was endearing, and was probably one of the main reasons they were still together. He wasn’t going to lie - those early days had been tough, but Steve had found every spare moment he could and made it available to Bucky, whether that was hanging out at the bookshop during the day in the middle of a split shift, or rolling into the apartment just to curl up beside him in bed for the eight hours between the end of a late shift and the start of an early one. There were the surprise DoorDash deliveries when a shift had run over and dinner plans had had to be cancelled and Steve knew Bucky wouldn’t have anything in. There were the long nights of loving and the frantic, heated quickies and everything in between. And he couldn’t be prouder of what Steve was achieving right now. Once he’d passed his surgeon’s qualification things should get better for them - less double shifts, although probably more that would run over. Swings and roundabouts he supposed.

Crossing to the small kitchenette, Bucky pulled out the lasagne, watching the cheese and white sauce bubble on the top as he placed it on a trivet to cool. He was glad he’d cooked something that wouldn’t spoil from not being eaten right now. He then picked up the bowl of salad, and the garlic bread that had been keeping warm in the toaster oven, and meandered over to the couch. As he ate and watched the residents of Star Hollow navigate complex family relationships, Bucky realised that even though he was in this room and Steve was asleep in the bedroom, he didn’t feel alone. He could feel Steve’s presence in his home and it just felt so right.

A couple of hours later he snuck quietly into the bedroom, the only sound the soft snores emanating from Steve’s mouth. He brushed his teeth in the bathroom, careful to only turn the light on after he’d entered and turn it off before he exited, and then tip-toed over to the bed with only the light from the street outside to illuminate his way.  He slipped in behind Steve and gently tugged him into a hug. Steve mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake.

Bucky reached up to lightly stroke over the top of Steve’s head and pressed a kiss to his bony shoulder blade.

“I love you, Stevie,” he whispered. “Holding you like this is where I’m happiest.”

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he took a leap of faith and asked Steve to move in with him?

When Steve woke he felt entirely disorientated. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before, and when he pulled out the earplugs and lifted the eye-mask he was happy to note that the stabbing pain in his head had reduced to a dull throb. He blinked a few times to get the sleep from his eyes and then focused on the clock next to the bed. 

12:37pm

He’d been asleep for almost eighteen hours!

The bed beside him was cold, indicating that even his slug-abed boyfriend had gotten bored with sleeping at some point and decided to get up. He had vague recollections of being pulled against Bucky’s front in the night, but that was it. He frowned to himself - he’d gone far too long without consciously touching him, something that he needed to rectify immediately.

He pushed himself upright, and took a long drink from the water glass next to the clock. He still remembered the first time he’d woken up in this bed, in the middle of the night and getting ready to make a hasty exit after an alcohol fueled hook-up. Now he didn’t think there was anywhere he’d rather be than right here. 

From the end of the bed, Alpine lifted her head and narrowly opened her eyes, obviously not happy to be disturbed from her slumber. Steve reached out and scratched her under her chin in apology.

When he stood, it was on slightly wobbly legs, and he took a moment to grab a pair of sweats from Bucky’s drawer, taking care to pull the drawstring tight and roll the waistband over. Steve then walked quietly through to the living room, stopping to lean on the back of the sofa as he watched an oblivious Bucky, also only in sweats, singing along to the radio, a spatula in hand acting like a microphone, as he made a grilled cheese sandwich. It was the cutest thing Steve thought he’d ever seen and it just made him want Bucky more.

Steve padded closer, and when he reached out to touch Bucky’s shoulder, Bucky jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, Steve. You scared me.”

Steve grinned at him and looped his arms around Bucky’s waist, drawing him closer and nuzzling at his neck.

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe I can make it up to you?”

Bucky let out an amused chuckle. “So you owe me twice, that’s what I’m hearing. You feeling better then?”

Steve fastened his mouth to Bucky’s throat and gave it a suck, creating a dark pink patch on Bucky’s already flushed skin. “Absolutely. Although I can think of something else that will make me feel even better.”

“I bet you can,” replied Bucky with another giggle. “Do I have enough time to eat my grilled cheese, or…” he trailed off as Steve pushed his hand under Bucky’s waistband. “Oh! L-let me just turn this off…” Steve smiled into Bucky’s skin as he leant across to turn the stove dial and move his pan onto a cold ring. “Okay - you were saying?”

God, how Steve loved this man. The hand he had down Bucky’s sweats and shorts moved - encompassed -  and Steve watched as Bucky’s eyelids fluttered, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks, and how his mouth dropped open into an “O” shape. First he was going to do what he hadn’t been able to last night and then he was definitely going to ask Bucky if they could move in together.

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[follow-up-news]

The Food and Drug Administration recently approved a heart stent made specifically for infants and young children, a device that could help kids born with certain congenital heart defects avoid a series of open heart operations over their childhoods.  About 40,000 babies are born with congenital heart defects in the U.S. each year, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In some cases, those defects are treated with stents, which prop open blood vessels, ensuring that blood can properly flow through them. Typically, when infants and young children need stents, surgeons trim or modify adult-size stents and squeeze them into the tiny vessels of infants’ hearts, which are about the size of a walnut. (An adult’s heart is about the size of a fist.)  “What we’ve been doing for the past three decades is kind of jerry-rigging these adult stents and making them work for our patients,” said Dr. Evan Zahn, a pediatric cardiologist and director of the Guerin Congenital Heart program at Cedars Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. “You can imagine that is less than ideal — they’re too big.”  This means that as the child grows older and their blood vessels get bigger, stents have to be replaced, often with open heart surgery, Zahn said.  “It’s not unusual to have kids who are going into middle school who’ve had four or five or even six open heart surgeries,” he said.  “Their survival is great, but the amount of what I call therapeutic trauma that they have to go through is quite a burden.”  The Minima stent, from the California-based biotech company Renata, is designed to grow with the child as he or she ages.

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California Hip Hop Playlist (YouTube)

Well, folks, I did it: I finally added the I-405 of Cali rap himself, Dr. Dre, to this growing playlist of hip hop tunes from the state of sunny California. Simply put, if there's one person that best embodies the history of rap music in CA, it's Dr. Dre. He is the main thoroughfare, the conduit through which so much of hip hop's history within the state has and continues to flow. Dre was there in '89 as a member of N.W.A when they made their own home the epicenter of gangsta rap with Straight Outta Compton; he then helmed the rise of g-funk, a subgenre of gangsta rap that implements the patented whiny synth sound of Parliament-Funkadelic's p-funk, which he then utilized to put Snoop Dogg on the map with too; he aided in rolling out the red carpet for 2Pac when 'Pac signed to Death Row Records by producing and featuring on, what is to this day, still probably the most iconic rap record in the history of the state, with "California Love;" and the biggest rap star in the entire world currently, Kendrick Lamar, who is also a California native himself, is signed to his label, Aftermath Entertainment, too.

But before literally any of that momentous shit ever ended up transpiring, Dre was pioneering hip hop in his home state as a DJ in an electro group called the World Class Wreckin' Cru. A confluence of local late 70s and early 80s funk hits, like Zapp's "More Bounce to the Ounce" and George Clinton's "Atomic Dog," along with the popularity of Afrika Bambaataa's brand of rap-laced electro, had made L.A. pretty fertile ground for electro to proceed further, and Dre was right there in the thick of it all in 1984, when the World Class Wreckin' Cru released their brilliant, classic, and foundational Cali rap cut, "Surgery."

Invoking nearly every medical trope that one could possibly think of, "Surgery" showcases the cut-and-scratch stylings of a still-teenaged Dr. Dre. With it comes a reverberating, bleepy, metronomic beat that replicates the sound of a heart monitor, a surgeon monotonously listing off all the tools that he needs from his assistant (you know how every doctor in movies and TV starts with "scalpel," right?), and lyrics that not only constantly compare Dre's magnetic DJ prowess to that of an MD, but to a PhD too—because, of course, he also happens to hold one in mixology!

🎶 Calling Dr. Dre to "Surgery" 🎶

And then the second add for this week comes from another one of Dre's fellow Wreckin' Cru comrades, The Unknown DJ, who also became a bit of an unsung gangsta rap pioneer himself, with his production of Ice-T's famed "6 'N the Mornin'" in 1986 and then later work for MC Eiht's Compton's Most Wanted as well. Here we get "808 Beats" from him, a banger from 1984 whose backbeat consists of a clap-smack-snare-hiss and sampled heavy human breaths, which then get surrounded by some 80s synth stabs and an occasional, lovely string pad too 😌.

World Class Wreckin' Cru - "Surgery" The Unknown DJ - "808 Beats"

So, kinda remarkable that before both Dre and Unknown worked to pioneer the rise of gangsta rap in their own city, that they were doing this much lighter and goofier, sci-fi-inspired rap-dance music together instead too, right? Wikipedia doesn't even mention 80s L.A. in their article about electro, but it was a pretty big deal there, and while it didn't solidify Dr. Dre's own status as a bona fide hip hop legend at the time, it definitely put him on the path towards being one, eventually. His name is synonymous with that of gangsta rap, but before that he was doing wicked party cuts like "Surgery."

And with this update, we're now up to 24 songs that clock in at 100 minutes. Lots of late 90s underground stuff dominates this thing right now, but I'm glad to have fronted it with an 80s banger from the guy that Cali rap definitely wouldn't've ever been the same without.

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

And if you're interested, here's some more specific Cali rap playlists too, by both city and decade:

1990s California Hip Hop: YouTube / YouTube Music 1998 California Hip Hop: YouTube / YouTube Music Los Angeles Hip Hop: YouTube / YouTube Music

Techno next week! 😎

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

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[funkymbtifiction]

New Amsterdam: Floyd Reynolds [ESTJ 3w2]

Functional Order: Te-Si-Ne-Fi Floyd is an exceptional surgeon because he primarily specializes in heart surgeries, and he remains detached enough to just deal with the facts when assessing what to do in any given situation. One example is when Max wants him to operate on another doctor and flies him out from California to do so; once Floyd sees the scans, he says he cannot do it, because the…

[isittherightword]

Leaving for me wasn't a simple thing. I truly felt I was nothing outside of my identity as a doctor and a surgeon. I didn't have anything else- I had literally been on the path to being a physician since highschool when I was admitted to a guaranteed medical school program. I firmly believe no one under the age of 25 should ever decide to be a doctor. You don't know who you are and what you want and what it really means to sacrifice all of your youth. And if you decide young, by the time you realize you've committed to something that would erase your youth and eject you on the other side, weary, wrinkled, lonely, and empty save for a scalpel in hand cutting and sewing peoples organs, you'll have come to far and find it difficult to walk away. For me, walking away was a form of dying. Part of me died when I left Boston, or was killed in the struggle of the exorcism.

Since then I've lived in a bit of a state of purgatory, somewhere between life and spiritual death. On a psycho-spiritual quest to recover the pieces of my shattered soul.

By the time I left I had little will to carry on. I had lost everything. Many of my friends abandoned me because the violence of my deprogramming was a threat to the system of belief they had invested so much in. I found myself prey to a variety of vultures who circled my exposed and weakened flesh just to take a bite out of it to make themselves feel better. I came to California broken in a way that not a lot of people live through. I know this because any time I hear about a doctor committing suicide, I shrug, and think, wryly, good for them. The alternative of simply dying is to spiritually die and spend years searching for shards my glass heart splintered in every corner, knowing that my soul will never truly be the same after the rupture. To me, in many ways, dying sounds simpler. Why not reset and just start again, or fade into nothing? Why not rupture your body to mirror the rupture of your soul? It's definitive. It's simple.

Rebuilding for me has been complicated and taken a lot of effort and energy. I voraciously read books on toxic shame, inner child healing, narcissistic abuse, mothers who can't love. I spent a lot of time near the ocean, burned a lot of sage, lit candles, pulled tarot cards, made offerings. I've danced, screamed, sang, painted, planted, watered, fertilized, harvested, drove, miles and miles and miles. At some point in the journey, someone told me about Kintsugi- the Japanese pottery technique of resealing shattered pottery with precious gold. I learned there could be beauty in gathering the shards of my soul and sealing them back together, piece by piece.

In the back of my mind though, for a long time, I waited for a strong wind to blow me over the edge. The work is exhausting, painful, and truly, endless. Healing is a spiral that goes around and around and around. You're never really done. I always knew that I wouldn't be able to sustain another rupture like I did in 2018, when I was left body burned, flesh torn, shivering, naked and afraid on the shores of Northern California. I waited for a strong wind to blow, knock me over, break me, and force me to face starting again or giving up, knowing what my answer would be. "Ask me again, universe" I secretly begged. This time maybe I would allow the waves to pull me under.

The thing is the wind came, and the waves came. But what I rebuilt, as small as it was, was sturdier than the Tower of Babel that came before it. that tower had been astounding and illustrious, but devoid of solid foundation. I found myself, however small, building something with deeper roots and a real foundation, anchoring into what really is solid ground. I did the work, and in that way it was intentional, but I always was skeptical of that process. "Is this really working or will it all turn to ash in my hands like the last time?" I write this in past tense, but this is and was my present until recently. The truth is, building my internal system to be strong outside of what people saw me as, as opposed to fully defining myself and my worth through my accomplishments and through the eyes of my parents, who I never was and never will be enough for.

It's 11:11 💜 angels as always, reminding me they are with me.

After my big wedding, during which my darling dog went blind in her right eye, my maid of honor behaved in a truly unhinged manner, I got covid, and my mother, and more importantly, my father, disappointed me for the last time-- I confessed to my husband about my secret waiting for a strong wind to blow me into oblivion. I confessed because, at last, I realized I had built enough that even if the wind came, there was enough there to sustain me. Even if it it ripped open my windows and tore down my walls, the foundation would still stand I would be able to rebuild. Despite all the bullshit I still had a beautiful, perfect, incredible day where I laughed and loved and felt surrounded by love and experienced real joy. You can see it in the photos. It was, truly, the happiest day of my life.

It took a while to wade through the post wedding depression, nevertheless. Depression is unrelenting and unfair. It will leave for months, even years at a time, but then strike me down with the force of a high speed train. I burst again, but each time into less and less pieces. That's where my hope comes from. I've been shattered and sealed in gold and titanium, infinite cracks and infinite seals. Soon perhaps I won't shatter when the storms come. But even if I do, I know my shards can always be sealed back together and I'll never again start from nothing.

[angelenohq]

in the city of angels.

NAME: Jacob Hartland FACE CLAIM: Ben Barnes AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 41 & August 20th, 1981 HOMETOWN: London, England TIME IN LOS ANGELES: 9 years NEIGHBORHOOD: Santa Monica OCCUPATION: Attending Cardiothoracic surgeon at Wilshire Memorial Hospital, medical researcher/part time professor at UCLA

biography.

trigger warning: divorce

They say that this story began in the summer of 1979, when an American cardiothoracic surgeon by the name of William Walker had traveled across the pond to attend a medical conference in London. An extremely gifted surgeon, and medical researcher in his own right, his passion for medicine–and his ambition to develop the world’s first artificial heart had brought him all the way to Oxford University–where he had been invited to present his research to an audience of some of the most successful doctors, and medical researchers in the field of regenerative medicine.

Truth be told, William had only accepted the invitation in hopes of getting to meet the esteemed physicians whom he had always looked up to, and a trip to London with all of the expenses covered by the university had seemed to be quite the incentive. But what had come out of this trip had been far from anything that he could have expected when he had first arrived–he had received a job offer from the University of Oxford to help them establish the Heart Centre at John Radcliffe Hospital, and he’d had a chance encounter with Celia Rose Kensington–a British heiress–at a charity event. At the time, she had been a student at the University of Oxford, attending the event on her father’s behalf. William had spent the entire evening trying to charm her in hopes of securing a rather generous donation from her father, but he had walked away with more than just a check.

It had been love at first sight–or at least, that was what all those who had been in attendance at that charity event had attested to when they had reunited at the couple’s wedding a year later. Some might even have claimed that they were moving too fast–as their courtship had only lasted a few months, and their engagement had been even shorter. Not to mention the fact that William had left behind his research fellowship at the University of Utah to take up the position at John Radcliffe Hospital, and to be with the woman he loved–much to his parents’ disappointment, considering that they had refused to attend the wedding. William, and Celia had tied the knot at the Kensington family’s country estate before settling down in Oxford, as she had been wrapping up her degree in Fine Art, and he had been working full-time at the hospital. A year later, on August 20th, 1981, they welcomed a son–Jacob Alexander Walker.

By the time Jake had turned a year old, the cracks in his parents’ marriage had begun to expand. With William working more hours at the hospital–still driven by his passion for medical research as he had been before he met his wife, and with Celia being left alone to raise her little boy on her own–things had come to a head by the end of that year. Coming to know that his former colleagues at the University of Utah Hospital had successfully implanted the world’s first artificial heart in a patient while he had been busy being a family man across the pond–it had been the final straw for William.

Frustrated that her husband’s ambition had always kept him from being there for their family–from being there for their son, Celia had asked him to walk away. If his need to succeed in the field of cardiothoracic surgery had been more important to him than his family, she had offered him a way out. She could raise their son on her own, just as she had been doing for over a year.

The divorce proceedings had been just as short as the duration of their courtship, engagement, and marriage. After coming to the agreement that Celia would have full physical custody of Jake, William had returned to America–taking up a position at the University of California Los Angeles, where he had thrived as the principal researcher at his own regenerative medicine lab, dedicating his entire life to the advancement of medicine.

Celia, on the other hand, had dedicated her whole life to raising her son–hoping to see him grow up to be a fine gentleman, and also making a name for herself. She had been far too young when she had married William–nineteen when she met him, married at twenty, twenty-one when she’d had Jake, and twenty-two by the time they had been divorced. Thankfully, she’d had the support of her family, and close friends; they had all encouraged her to get her life back together. She had established herself as a successful artist, going as far as even having some of her pieces hanging at The National Gallery.

Even though Jake had been four years old when his mother had met his step-father, Vincent Hartland was the only father he had ever known. A politician who’d had a much more humble beginning in comparison to the Kensington’s, Vincent had accepted him as his own son when he had married Celia–even going as far as asking the eight year old boy for his mother’s hand, and legally adopting him soon after. To say that Jake had a wonderful, and loving childhood would be quite the understatement. As the only son of Vincent, and Celia Hartland, he had thrived. A gifted child, his impeccable grades, and his interest in his extracurriculars had caused him to be their pride, and joy. But it had all changed one day–it was the day Jake’s life had turned upside down.

Following his A-levels, Jake had expressed to his parents his interest to pursue a career in medicine–much to Celia’s disapproval. It had come as a surprise to the teenager, as most parents would have been proud if their child had told them that they wanted to become a doctor–a heart surgeon at that. But not Celia. She had told him that he could become anything he’d ever wanted, but just not a doctor. One thing led to another, and Jake had found out the truth about his father–William Walker, the man who had abandoned his own son for the sake of his career. While Jake had not felt any anger, or resentment towards the man–he was no father of his, Vincent was–the knowledge had sparked a fire within him. He wanted to become a successful cardiothoracic surgeon, but to also not turn out to be like the man who had walked away from him. He wanted to be a better surgeon, and a better man. That was the promise that he had made to his mother, and he had succeeded.

After graduating from the University of Oxford School of Medicine at the age of twenty-three, and completing his surgical residency in cardiothoracic surgery by the time he was twenty nine, Jake had gone on to become one of the finest surgeons in the country. Within three years, he had earned himself a reputation as a fine surgeon–pioneering in advanced surgical techniques, and publishing cutting-edge medical research. An article that he had published on using stem cells to bioprint synthetic hearts for the use of transplantation had garnered so much attention that he had received job offers from hospitals all over the world to pursue further research–while he had no intention to leave the UK by any means, an offer from the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California Los Angeles had caught his eye. After all, Jake had become the very thing that his biological father had aspired to be when he had walked away from him–what could be more poetic than to let him see that the son he had abandoned had succeeded in becoming a better surgeon, and a better man?

It had been nine years since Dr. Jake Hartland had arrived in Los Angeles, settling in the neighborhood of Santa Monica. After taking over as the primary researcher at the regenerative medicine lab at UCLA, and driving William into retirement–not intentionally, he continues to conduct groundbreaking research, perform complicated surgeries as an attending cardiothoracic surgeon at Wilshire Memorial Hospital, and occasionally teaches at the medical school. An extreme workaholic with a non-existent personal life, and commitment issues–could anyone really blame him–he is under the impression that he is living his best life, but that’s subject to change.

[mysteriousxgirls]

WYATT KING is THIRTY EIGHT years old, portrayed by THEO JAMES and his secret is, he sells organs on the black market

Bio:

Wyatt King was born in a small town in central California to a middle-class family. His father, a mechanic, and his mother, a nurse, instilled in him a deep respect for the medical field from a young age. Wyatt was a curious, ambitious child, excelling in science and showing an early aptitude for understanding complex systems, which led him to pursue medicine.

He attended Stanford University, where he completed his undergraduate studies in biology before moving on to the prestigious Stanford School of Medicine. He was a top student, driven by a desire to make a difference in the world of healthcare. His keen interest in the human heart and cardiovascular system led him to specialize in cardiac surgery. After years of intense training, including a fellowship in advanced heart surgery, Wyatt became a highly respected cardiothoracic surgeon. By the time Wyatt was 30, he had established himself as one of the leading cardiac surgeons in the country. His work at renowned hospitals earned him accolades from colleagues and patients alike. Wyatt’s precise surgical techniques and calm demeanor under pressure made him a sought-after doctor, particularly for high-risk surgeries involving heart transplants and complex coronary bypass procedures.

Yet, despite his professional success, Wyatt felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction. The constant pressure of the medical field, the long hours, and the personal sacrifices took a toll on him. He found himself growing increasingly frustrated with the limitations of the system, particularly the lengthy wait times for organ transplants and the bureaucratic hurdles that often meant life-saving procedures were delayed or denied.

It was during this period of professional disillusionment that Wyatt became entangled with the criminal underworld. A chance encounter with a well-connected patient—an individual who was deeply involved in the black market—introduced Wyatt to a darker side of the medical profession. The patient, a middle-aged businessman in desperate need of a heart transplant, offered Wyatt a substantial sum of money in exchange for securing an organ more quickly than the waiting list would allow. At first, Wyatt was hesitant. The ethical implications weighed heavily on him, but the temptation of wealth and the ease with which the transaction could be made proved too great.

Wyatt's involvement with the criminal syndicate grew steadily. The gang, involved in a range of illicit activities, had connections that allowed them to procure organs on the black market. As his expertise in cardiac surgery made him invaluable, Wyatt became a trusted figure within the organization. He began using his medical credentials to source organs for those willing to pay a premium, manipulating hospital systems and forging records to cover up the illegal transplants. His proficiency in the operating room, paired with his access to high-demand organs, turned him into a key player in the underground trade.

[piloversfinestbees]

Hi! I'm at an age where I'm considering grad school. I read your bio and was curious what your PhDs are in and how long they took, and like what to expect from grad school. I appreciate the advice if you answer this!

Hey there! What did you major/minor in when you attended college/university, the reason I say college is because many of my friends I’ve made along the way didn’t attend universities they attended 4 year colleges that had satellite locations but it didn’t limit their ability to get accepted into Med School, Law School, or into grad programs.

I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Biology and Chemistry with minors in Physics and Psychology but after I graduated since I graduated a year early due to boing dual enrollment while in high school I took the 8 additional hours needed to bump my physics minor to a major.

I applied for medical school with ten different universities and I was accepted into all but 3, however right before I was set to move to attend my father passed away, my brother had just moved two weeks before to go to an Ivy League school with 4 of his high school graduating classmates so my mom became severely depressed and suicidal. I contacted the two medical schools I was most interested in and they blessedly said that they would let me get pushed to the top of the waiting list and if my family situation changed and their matriculation rate didn’t change (the two schools on average had a 15%-20% drop out rate after the first semester) then I could register and make up for my first missed semester during summer school.

However, my full blooded brother wasn’t an issue, it was our half brothers and sisters and my father’s mother that caused a world of pain for my mom legally. So I took over the role of the trust my father created and used my connections with friends who were children of lawyers to find the best Wills and Trusts attorney but by the time that was all said and done two years had passed. My friend that recommended the lawyer his two older sisters are lawyers and his father and older brother owned used car dealerships and my father was a doctor and also owned a Ford Dealership before his passing, so because I decided to make my moms life as easy for her as possible I finally after a full school year had passed and withdrew from the two medical schools I was in contact with.

I did well between 2002-2011 in the car business and made well enough money that I decided it was finally time to look into higher education again, but I was at a loss as to what. My father was a general surgeon so I wanted to be a cardio thoracic surgeon since my fathers 6th heart attack is what killed him, but he always told me I’d make a better trial lawyer because I was so fact oriented and always broke down arguments with friends, my brother or my mother by giving them irrefutable facts they couldn’t deny. So I decided on a whim even without knowing what kind of lawyer I wanted to be to sit for the LSATs without studying them, and I’ve always been an above average test taker, blame my neurodivergent level 4 diagnosis because my mind can process 10-15 different tasks at one time.

I applied to 6 law schools and was accepted to all of them but decided to attended a specific law school because I was born in a small Texas country town, surrounded by white people, I am biracial (Caucasian/Hispanic) but I had attended a university UT Austin that was diverse but I was still a majority. So I took my acceptance for law school at Thurgood Marshall School of Law in Houston, allowing me to be close to my brother, and more importantly educate myself and became cultural diversity immersed at the same time as I was at a school that had a 80% African American populous and I was part of the 11% minority.

During my time while I was running my dealerships I had made a few trips out to California and became involved in the medicinal cannabis industry, not the smoking getting high interest but the way that the state persecuted elderly patients for owning licenses to grow their own medications and how hospitals were denying cannabis users aid for diseases as severe as cancer when the state deemed it legal and even their state funded CalMed program, which was created in the past for low income patients, was issuing calmed funding to these patients to purchase their medical cannabis. That’s when I started looking into the Ethics of Genetically Modified cannabis and if the states legally held them to higher standards it’s what became my first PhD - Ethical Genetics, then Genetics (primarily focused on DNA Analysis, and Organic Genetic Modifications.

Come my second semester of law school however I began to freak out because I had no clue as to what kind of law I wanted to practice. It was my criminal law/criminal procedure professor who said that my extensive science background would make me a great candidate for a Copyright, Trademark, Patent Attorney and that Patent Agents alone without a law degree on average make $120k a year because of the shortage of agents, where Patent lawyers to this day have an even worse shortage, with roughly 3800 lawyers in the US being licensed as patent agents.

Then it clicked for me, I had been a professional gamer since I was 17, sponsored by Ubisoft and then their FragDolls division, then sponsored by EA and Epic as well, but I found my passion was split equally between protecting alternative medicine patients rights and their access to healthy medication and being a Patent Attorney that was also licensed internationally because some of my friends at the start of 2010 began having a hard time proving their intellectual property they created for animations and writing scripts, books were there’s as the companies whom hired them said that because they were provided paychecks they lost the rights to works they created on their own. So I sat down with my first sponsor and then with my Criminal Law as well as my Property Law professor because he was the dean and was always insightful, and I wasn’t expecting all three of them to agree that I follow both of my passions because I could become a Civil Law Attorney, protecting people and not only patients people like my friends whom were having intellectual property issues which fell into both civil law and copy, trademark and patent law.

Once I graduated I immediately moved to California, passed the bar and then I met with numerous classmates from my graduating section (they section you into 3 to 4 sections at the beginning of law school and you’re required courses are taken with that designated section) I asked them what kind of law they were practicing and if they were having issues getting work and most of them were living on being Bar Prep Tutors because they couldn’t find work that didn’t take anyone that had less than 3-5 years of experience. I pitched my idea of starting my own law firm that didn’t revolve on whether employees hit their “billable hours” quota to keep their job and they asked me how in the living “fucking” hell I would fund it right from the start.

I told them that the first call that I got to do legal work was with a very well known criminal and civil lawyer who represented medicinal cannabis patients in San Diego, Los Angeles and Orange County and that the police brutality, the district attorneys and judges in Southern California were not abiding by state law, and so due to that we had amassed a class action lawsuit against the City of San Diego, City of Anaheim, City of Orange County, City of Los Angeles as well as the City of Sacramento and that our class action class included just over 225,000 affected patients, none of which ever had criminal background, with average age range between 50-85 so they were older and even elderly, and they were victim of raids, destruction of property some so bad that it made their homes unlivable, and that the class action lawsuit had made waves in the news and into the ears of the States Attorneys Office, once she met with myself and the lawyer sharing it all with me, she was appalled, because she had been taking these city counsels and other city representative officials words that these increased raids, searches, seizures and jail time charges were in fact legitimate. However once she saw the amount of evidence we had amassed and the number of affected individuals that felt comfortable joining (so many were so distraught and felt so victimized they began showing signs of PTSD because numerous raids conducted forced the victims into handcuffs or zipties and all the while during the raid they had assault rifles aimed at their heads - thankfully well over half of our clients had security systems with video cameras that offered clear visible shots of what was going on and included audio.) while on our trip to Northern California to meet with the State Attorneys office they actually raided my home, I lived in Chula Vista which is a city on its own with its own mayor so it’s illegal for San Diego police to even enter into another city’s jurisdiction when they have their own police force, so the City of San Diego promoted the entirety of the San Diego Harbor Patrol (harbor patrols jurisdiction is only the waterways of San Diego) to San Diego SWAT. My girlfriend at the time who is a narcotics anonymous, Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor and licensed therapist our roommate who is a and even at that time was a Registered Nurse were the only ones home. They used a battering ram on our front door as well as the glass sliding door, they kicked all 4 bedroom doors off their hinges and ripped the garage door off it’s tracks and left it on the ground. I got a frantic text while meeting with the states attorney and called back on speaker, our roommate was the one to talk to me because my gf was distraught. They were threatening my roommate Jessica and my gf Kelly to open my safe when they didn’t I replied to them that they had no authority to be in my home. They did they were sworn in San Diego SWAT and they had jurisdiction, in which I calmly stated to them again, you don’t, I live in Chula Vista which is not within your jurisdiction and my gf text me before this call saying that some of your patrol cars say San Diego Harbor Police and I’m accessing my security system that covers my home 360 degrees and you do in fact have X number of police vehicles that say San Diego Harbor Police, but the other reason that you have no authority or right to be in my home is because you have yet to produce to either one of my housemates a search warrant and what is detailed in said warrant so no they will not give you access to my safe that literally only contains family photo albums, and my fathers trinkets and heirlooms of his I keep in there because of their age.

Then they put the guy in charge on and he was a dick to the 1mil degree. He said my full name and said the search warrant I in your name. And so since he was rude with me I did the same back, I told him, if you don’t exit my home and tell your men I can see have my housemates on the ground handcuffed with a knee on their back and assault rifles to their heads, safety on or not I’ll be calling Chula Vista’s police department and then the Mayor. The home you’re standing in is Titled in my Mothers name as it was a gift to me for my graduating from Law School, the two vehicles your men keep trying to open are expensive vehicles but if you run the VIN #’s they are also registered to my mother as the only vehicle registered to me is not their as I’m actually sitting across from the states attorney and then he made the worst blunder of his life and said “don’t play with me little fucking girl (I was 31) are you really a lawyer and the states attorney wouldn’t give your worthless ass the time of day. And I said “well yes I’m a licensed lawyer in all 50 states as well as internationally in Civil Law, Contract Law, Business Associations Law, Corporate Law, Employment Law, Immigration Law, Human Rights Law, Wills, Trusts and Estate Law as well as Copyright, Trademark and Patent Law. And since you clearly don’t believe me about the States Attorney, she’s already contacted your superior officer as well as the San Diego’s Chief of Police and would like to say a few words to you.

The state attorney said “I was going to give this fine young woman and her legal partner some pushback on the enormous class action law suit that spans the entirety of California by now, but with what I’ve been able to witness with real time security cameras placed on her property and your lack of understanding jurisdictional law on top of your treatment of innocence living within the home resorting to violence as though they met you at the door with shotguns in hand and strapped with C4 I gave my recommendation to your police commissioner that you all be suspended without pay and that the class action suit against the City of San Diego and I’m going to include San Diego County be filed with me today and that the state court hear my reasoning why it should be rendered no contest on the states end with the County, City and City Counsel members of San Diego being responsible for physical, emotional, and mental damages as well as property damages to all listed in the class action suit, including the rebuilding or remodeling of homes that have become labeled as unlivable and that all that your team damaged today be replaced with new replacements and that damages for emotional distress come from your police stipend that would have been your retirement fund and once all is settled then I gave your commissioner one final ultimatum, that you all move from suspended to fired without benefits, and you all be charged with excessive force and be remanded to court to hear your sentencing for when and where you’ll be doing your 2500 hours of community service, and if you fail to complete said hours and move without notice warrants for arrest will be issued.

Due to the success of the entire class action lawsuit, 17 of my graduating classmates, 22 of our sections graduating class after us as well as some of our close lawyer friends looking to work for a firm that put their focus in the client we opened up our firm. After my gaming sponsors heard about what I did to shake up California with just the overly mistreatment of patients using alternative legal medicine for their ailments, illnesses and diseases my original sponsor became my first client. He founded Rooster Teeth, owned a majority 3rd of Warner Brothers and an equal 3rd of Ubisoft, his wife owns 25% of EA/Bioware but she works in EA/Bioware’s military division (they create and develop and program everything the US Air Force needs to fly, and if needed fight in war. We then signed to represent Activision/Blizzard until the former CEO of Activision had that human rights fiasco and we dropped him as a client.

Then The Coalition, Epic Games, Bungie, 314 Studios, Square Enix and Bethesda Game Studios all became clients. It allowed me to save my money and invest in purchasing an almost majorty ownership (not through shares but before it went public) of Unity Studios, and in doing so I was able to then continue to save my money and turn California and the rest of the US and the medicinal cannabis industry on its head once I finished getting PhD’s in Microbiology, Microcellular Biology, Organic and Analytical Chemistry, Agriculture, Epidemiology, Theoretical Genetic Manipulation, Immunology, Physiology of Genetics and Theoretical DNA Receptor Alteration and Application.

Because my loyal named partners at the law firm saw I wanted to change how not only patients saw medicinal cannabis but how I could remove the Federal Governments lax (let the states deal with it) ideals, I worked tirelessly with 3 scientists, 2 I met while getting my Ethics of Genetics PhD and one while getting my Epidemiology PhD. I went to every medicinal state, went to those award festivals that awarded companies for growing the best medicine and met with growers old and new as well as a company from Michigan that was family owned and operated and had been since the beginning 5 generations ago.

I noticed when taking samples from these so called “organic farmers” and “award winning growers” that they didn’t even know the origin of the medicinal cannabis they were growing. They didn’t know what it truly meant to grow and harvest everything in a purely organic setting, with setting so controlled it was literally sterile and operational like a lab a phlebotomist would use. I also found out that the test facilities they used for testing didn’t even meet Federal standards for what vitamin companies have to send off their products to to make sure the FDA gives approval. So I made an appointment with the Bureau of Alternative Health, The Center for Drug Evaluation and Research, the CDC, and The Center for Biological Evaluation and Research, all federal government agencies that insure that vitamin companies, OTC medicine companies and even pharmaceutical companies within the US follow strict guidelines. When I met with these agencies I was finalizing my final PhD in Epidemiology and Theoretical DNA Receptor Alteration and Application with UMass Boston and the Commonwealth of Massachusetts became quite interested in providing me grants for future research because I had been working with over 360,000 individual patients by that time and I had their information that was updated every 90 days. So they told me outright they met with me because of how the Commonwealth of Massachusetts was so interested in securing research funding for what they thought was research I was going to turn around and sell. 😤 I told them that my mission was to build and provide medicinal grade cannabis to patients via treatment programs designed specifically for the individual patient based on their ailments, illness, and/or disease that after finally having a computer program written specifically for (thank you Unity) mapping the full DNA chain of any patient I couldn’t then overlay it with any number of the 157 individual F1 strains that I naturally genetically modified and patented (and yes AC/GT on the DNA helix is turned into 0 and 1 so all my strains I spent time growing have an inner tail that when run through a decoder the binary code reads that this biological organism and all it’s component parts are the property of and then it has my name, bar license numbers for here and internationally and the license number given to me by the CDC when they were ordered to double check all my research.

(yes I had friends while on trips to certain areas go and illegally cut specific strains, all growing in the wild, like the Nepalese strain in Nepal, the Jamaican strain in Jamaica, my CrossFit coach found Durban Poison for me when she went back home to Johannesburg she took a trip to Durban and she sent me a picture of a literal lake it looked like the ocean and around it miles and miles of sand dunes with DP growing wild. My uncle brought back Acapulco Gold while on his vacation with family.

On my trip to the Netherlands I paid a tour guide 3x the amount to take me on a private tour to find the wild Am Asia strain, and when he saw I had only cut off its large fan leaf, he said “you didn’t want to bring any of the flowers with you to smoke, it’s legal in the country but these wild strains are all on private property and rarely ever cut down or touched.” I told him “Nope! I’m a geneticist and all the genetics I need for a plant can be found in its leaves especially it’s water leaves as it’s a better source for information on how it absorbs the nutrients in the land it’s growing in and the environmental factors it’s gone through and it still looks remarkably healthy. From there I can extract its DNA and combine it with any of the other original strains that I have to create a pure 1st filial generation without the stress seed companies and growers use to force some of these mix strains to show just minimal characteristics of the originals. I’m doing this to create strains that will be specific for patients based on their DNA. Imagine I have a picture of a ladder and it’s missing the 4th step, that’s the patient who has Cancer X, what I’ve done is create purely organically grown and harvested strains, they are planted in 150lb burlap sacs that contain living soil and are watered with triple reverse osmosis water, inside temperature controlled warehouses that are hermetically sealed and with nano filtration air units, workers enter the first entrance, they dress down from everything, then they are allowed to enter the decontamination chamber where they are decontaminated by the same designed system the CDC uses, then they are allowed to move to the next locked chamber that contains their sealed coveralls, as well as custom shoes or boots, a short sleeve tshirt, or long sleeve t shirt, they are required to bring underwear and socks that are decontaminated and sealed in for their comfort and then cargo pants. The coveralls they put over the clothes have multiple pockets as well as a headband to hold long hair back so when fully zipped the hood which has a 360 view doesn’t have them worrying about their hair. So much is taken into account with each agriculturist because they have degrees and their work counts towards PhD research where my facilities are located in California and Oklahoma. But back to the ladder missing a step, I can take this leaf extract it’s dna have my computer program run its dna against the patient database and then tell me if it’s best grown as is or genetically modified (and by modified I only mean adding in DNA from a strain that complements or fills in what this strain is missing. Then once that is done it will be crossed with my oldest creation which is the Control Group Strain because the magic it performs is forcing out the recessive traits of strains like this Acapulco Gold, and 9 times out of 10 those recessive traits are the puzzle piece that’s missing. Or if you look at “the patients ladder aka DNA thats missing a rung is the DNA sequence of ACGT or base pairs, and depending on where it appears when the patients DNA is sequenced gives the road map as to why the patient has this particular Cancer X. Now then with the catalogue of strains available we can overlay the plants DNA and find which ones fall into place with that missing ladder rung, which means that if this were the super killer breast cancer gene that is “missing on this ladder” it means that the patients Cancer switch is turned ON, and if we can find the strain that fits that spot then its likelihood that it will cause the patients Cancer X gene to turn OFF like a light switch and the likelihood of that reaction is well over 72% success.”

So when I graduated from college I was derailed by my fathers death, I was able to create a generous living partnering with my to sell used cars, but became dragged down because I felt I needed more and education had always fun for me, so I attended college and medicinal cannabis was one of those random things that became something I was interested in because of my refocused mindset thanks to law school and because it was a way that I could go back to more science education and possibly help others. So I picked the subjects that not only were necessary but also went hand in hand with my trial lawyer ability to argue factually with proof. And in doing so I was able to build a bigger and more successful space for my law school friends to pursue their careers with no need for rivalries or animosity because everyone could be on equal footing as even the accounts I brought in I made sure were handled by myself as well as the others.

Then I was finally able to compile years (over a decades worth of patient data) and present it to the federal government as a way they could make a profit via taxes to completely legalize it and give them and their sub advisory committees the literal blueprint on how to enforce regulation for anything sold with the label medicinal, and by the time I met with them I had finally turned down The Commonwealth of Massachusetts 3 times telling them I wouldn’t be their puppet because they gave me money, when I had paid off everything long ago. Moreover, I told them that this will be continued research for several decades to come so to be able to have a part in this do so by offering these PhD programs and adding clinical hours to them and their work at one of my locations can count for their required clinical hours. Because if I’ve noticed anything the federal govt is taking notice before the laws go into effect but the increase of agricultural demand in Oklahoma, Michigan, Colorado and West Virginia is happening because the Fed govt recognized an old profiting way of life has been revived and educating those that will create a similar landscape will lead to others smarter than myself extending and enhancing my research and results while at the same time forcing those at the top to realize that pharmaceutical companies will have to get in line.”

So I listened closely to those around me who never once said I was wasting my time, to my professor, the dean, my legal partners, and my friends, business partner in Unity, and did it my way, from the beginning, and let my heart love both careers at the same time. To date our corporation Wild Rose Alternative Care Facility has assessed and catalogued 772,390 patients and have successfully what doctors had told numerous patients was inoperable cancer with no cure, we in fact cured in 100% of them. We have been able to turn off DNA Sequences that cause diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, GERD, as well as found similarities in certain patients with mental illnesses such as bipolar disorder, schizophrenia and manic depressive disorder and in conjunction with their doctors assessments have worked directly with doctors to build treatment plans that have succeeded in weaning 14 patients diagnosed with schizophrenia off the medications that were they to continue long term would eventually cause kidney failure, reduced liver function, slower cellular regrowth in simple cells like epithelial cells.

Along with me working directly with my cousins doctor we were able to cure his kidney cancer and he’s been in remission for 3 years now. My wife’s father no longer had diabetes, or diabetic neuropathy in his extremities and his heart health has increased exponentially.

I still see patients but mostly I’m the one checking to make sure no variable in the solidified patented strains have happened and I’m constantly improving the way we do DNA sequencing and reporting. I’m also spending my downtime working with my original gaming sponsor via Unity to provide help to animation and gaming studios and using my knowledge of patents, copy and trade to help these companies provide better options to their artists and writers and involve myself in projects some studios are doing because it’s an amazing career to let off steam.

I know I rambled but I felt it was necessary that you knew that each PhD I decided to pursue I did because i could apply it somewhere. Hell I’ve even helped a family member partner with a budding engineering company who has in the last year designed developed and sold rights to medical supply companies of their new IV machines that don’t require the nurse to bleed the line to remove air bubbles and waste antibiotics, portable respiratory devices as well as redesign both ambulatory stretchers to decrease the rate of paramedic injury from old stretcher designs and they are currently working on a psychiatric bed that provides humane straps and restraints not found anywhere else, with the ability to safely restrain the patient without the increase of both patient and nurse or doctor during treatment.

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Dr. Morris Salem - phaware® interview 483

Dr. Morris Salem is a pediatric congenital cardiologist and adult congenital heart disease specialist at Kaiser Permanente in Southern California. He takes care of patients of all ages, from fetuses to elderly individuals. Dr. Salem's primary focus is interventional cardiac catheterization, specifically the closure of holes in the heart. He also deals with pulmonary hypertension and collaborates with referring physicians throughout Southern California. Dr. Salem works within the Kaiser system, which provides care to all patients regardless of age, race, or financial abilities. My name is Dr. Morris Salem. I am a pediatric congenital cardiologist as well as an adult congenital heart disease specialist at Kaiser Permanente in Southern California. I take care of patients from San Diego to Bakersfield, all around Southern California. The age groups are really from fetuses all the way up to 80, 90 year-olds, so cradle to grave. Just to give you a little idea of what a typical day for me is, today is a Monday. I came in this morning. I went over to the OB facilities, where I saw several fetuses. These are babies inside their mothers who have been diagnosed with heart problems. That was my morning, counseling these families, helping them to understand what to expect, how we can shepherd this pregnancy along so that they have a healthy delivery. Once the baby comes out, then we can take over from there. That led to noontime, where I did a consultation on a 65-year-old with a hole in her heart that we're hoping to be able to close in a noninvasive, or, I should say, less invasive, fashion, where she would stay in the hospital overnight and go home the next day. Very briefly, I'll be talking to a family of a 4-year-old who was born with a heart problem that was inadvertently not picked up until very recently. We're going to try to help that child have a healthy and happy, normal, active life. So a typical day for me is very unpredictable. I never know what I'm going to be dealing with. I never know the age groups of the patients I'm going to be dealing with. I come in, it could be a baby, it could be a fetus, it could be an adult. It keeps me on my toes. What makes it exciting is that it's always different. It's always interesting. It's always unpredictable. I never know what I'm dealing with as compared to other types of doctors, where they might see one type of patient day in and day out. That is not what I do. My primary focus is interventional cardiac catheterization. We have a program here where we are very, very aggressive in transcatheter procedures and specifically with closure of holes inside the heart. We get referrals from all over Southern California. Part of our protocol is to do a diagnostic catheterization to really go inside and make sure that we're not missing anything, any diagnoses that have been potentially missed. As part of that, we measure pressures. We measure oxygen levels. We measure all sorts of different values and take pictures in all the different portions of the heart and the lungs to understand exactly what these numbers are. Is it okay for us to proceed with these interventional procedures, or are we going to do more harm by trying to intervene? One of the procedures that we're very involved in is, again, the closure of these septal defects, specifically atrial septal defects. In the olden days, this is prior to 2000, most of these procedures were being done surgically. The patients would get referred to surgery, the surgeon would operate not really knowing or understanding exactly what the pressures were inside the heart and the lungs. A lot of those patients did not do very well. Now, with these alternative techniques that we have using devices, we are very, very careful to know and understand precisely what the pressures are. That's specifically to try to avoid these potential complications that can occur if you actually do proceed with the closure. What we do is we measure everything, and if the numbers look favorable, we then proceed with the catheterization. If the numbers are not favorable, then what we try to do is do additional studies in the cath lab while the patient is still there to measure the response to various different medications so that we can offer the patient additional treatments so that someday we can come back and potentially close the hole in a much safer way. Pulmonary hypertension is a big part of what we have to deal with, especially with patients who are born with these septal defects, whether they're between the upper chambers of the heart or the lower chambers of the heart. It's something that we see a lot of, and understanding the hemodynamics is very, very important before you can manage them with any kind of procedure. When I first started my job, I used to travel to different hospitals, but I became so much busier that that just proved to be impossible driving around Los Angeles. It was really a waste of time, all those hours is going from hospital to hospital in a car. What we've developed is really a network model where a lot of doctors actually know me and they have my cell phone contact information. From San Diego all the way to Bakersfield, I get a lot of phone calls from these referring physicians who run things by me. if the patient sounds like there's something that needs to be done or intervened on or that we need to evaluate further, they're referred all the way up to Los Angeles where I can see them and deal with them, whether it's through some kind of a diagnostic procedure or a CT scan, MRI, or whatever the procedure may be. But that's how the referrals come up to us. One of the advantages of the Kaiser system -- we're a massive, massive system close to 5 million members. And one of the advantages here is that we don't have to think about whether a patient is actually covered for a particular procedure or a particular problem. Once the patient is within our system, they get taken care of regardless of age, race, financial abilities. We take care of everybody once they're within our system. Oftentimes, that's without any out-of-pocket expenses. Once they're in the Kaiser system, and the Kaiser system has different ways we get members, we have a lot of unions, we have individual companies that sign up for coverage. We have individual patients who find us through the internet, but we also have about a 20% rate of Medi-Cal patients. These are patients who typically do not have the resources to get private insurance, but they're assigned to Kaiser. Regardless of who they are, how they get Kaiser, and how they're assigned to one of the various different hospitals within Southern California, once they're within our system, we get them, we take care of them, whatever they need. When I see a pregnant mother with her husband who have come in and they've had a recent diagnosis of a baby or fetus with a severe type of heart problem, it always comes as a shock to these families. As one would expect, both parents always internalize this, and they feel that it's their fault. That they did something wrong. That they didn't do something properly, they didn't eat the right kinds of foods, or they didn't exercise enough. Or maybe they walked by somebody who was smoking marijuana or something, anything. They reach for straws. It is incredibly difficult to try to impress upon these families that this really has nothing to do with that. It is not their fault. These types of rare problems occur through nobody's fault, and regardless of how well you take care of yourself, what you do, that's not to say that you shouldn't do all of those things, but when it does happen, it's not your fault. We are here to help these parents and these families through this process and make sure that their children get the best care possible and the latest technology that is available to make sure that they live a long and healthy, happy life. Honestly, whether you're 6 or 16 or 60, it makes no difference. You deserve the same exact quality of care, which is the absolute best that we can give you. My name is Dr. Morris Salem, and I'm aware that my patients are rare.

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[beardedmrbean]

Oh dear, forgive me another rant

https://x.com/drakevagabond/status/1782283929556566338?s=46

Hmm, oh let me use the autistic one because oh boy I love the surface levels shit

You picking up the sarcasm?

Oooh writers, we are autistic people varies cause by cause. Are you doing the low function autistic (the stand ideals muted ones that middle age/class wine moms exploit) or are you doing higher functing autistic like me?

Because there are several factors as a lot of high functioning autistic people like me have adhd. No seriously I’m surprised how common the two are together. Did Mother Nature say “this bitch is too boring!” and add adhd into the womb

I was also diagnosed under the Asperger Syndrome until the change due to it Nazi connections. But let force taxpayers to pay for planned parenthood 🙄

But writers, high functioning autistic people can adapt. Yes I have difficulty look into people eyes, and make a schedule in my mind. But I can get sarcasm, I can function and talk to people. I can use Ubers and go to the movies by myself. Oh and big one, I DO have a sex drive

Sorry I heard there was a tik toker saying it gross that autistic people sexualize themselves because technically they have the mentality of children.

…I’m going to finish this anon with why I point out the CSA issues out in the open vs the codes and whispers.

But that bitch would have a heart attack to huge sexualization inner cities kids are often expose to.

Ugh I’m not on Epstein list I just have autism

But like I saw a clip of the good doctor where the Mc have p la a panic attack over using hand dryers…which had mass production since the 90’s no? Not to mention he a surgeon in modern times

Okay I got diagnosed at 11, but a autistic person who what to be surgeon (you know a field where you can often have the fate of another human life in your hands) would have been filtered out OR they would have given ways to deal with their autism in a extremely high pressure environment.

If my presumptions are right

But I heard abc good doctor is actually a western adaptation of k drama focusing on an autistic pediatrician….havent seen it but I heard he executed a hell of a lot better than his American counterpart and have a obsession towards super sentai

But one issues I have with the positive “representation” of autism these days especially in kids media it treated as a SUPERPOWER and often only SURFACE LEVEL

Even though a lot of autistic people on here show the huge difference between gender and race that play a role in our identity too

And these guides, tbh I think a lot of modern writers (who are often nepo babies and diversity hires) try to hide the fact they grew up in gates and isolate communities and didn’t meet someone different to them on the same levels until college or the workforce

But there are a difference between a white upper middle class woman who live in California and drunk the critical theory kool aid. Vs my ass who live in Chicago area and dealt with leftists bigotry

Also why I pointed out the CSA issues omg the black community is explicitly. Actually due to the whole pedo teacher scandal and the fact that a lot of CSA survivors often have extreme libido so they sleep around a lot

*cough almost Hollywood tried to hide that for decades with their abuse of child actors cough*

So I been noticing that with a lot of black people and I’m not a only one as I saw a presentation where a black guy did point out the adultifaction of black boys when it comes to sexual abused and many black boys were coriecrd to do oral activites to older females or raped like Tyler Perry was a child by one of his friends mom.

And I saw black women LAUGHING at a admit who revealed he was raped at 5

Hey black community, let remember that black boys are still BOYS before getting shot by the police?

Yes that an issues all over especially with the genderfird rape laws.

It gets very annoying

Ya this is just going to do the reverse of what it's intended to do for lots of people, which I consider good, be politically incorrect.

I was also diagnosed under the Asperger Syndrome until the change due to it Nazi connections. But let force taxpayers to pay for planned parenthood 🙄

people don't seem to quite understand why the word "spectrum" is in there at times, which is weird since a lot of them are the same ones that will berate you for not going with their idea of a gender spectrum

Sorry I heard there was a tik toker saying it gross that autistic people sexualize themselves because technically they have the mentality of children.

It's amazing all the things people will adapt the concept of 'white man's burden' to in order to feed their superiority complex while looking like they actually give a shit to people that don't know better.

That and the things they'll excuse for the same reason, they don't know any better than to act like barbarian savages so we can't judge them for that.....

Okay I got diagnosed at 11, but a autistic person who what to be surgeon (you know a field where you can often have the fate of another human life in your hands) would have been filtered out OR they would have given ways to deal with their autism in a extremely high pressure environment. If my presumptions are right

never seen the show, but that feels like a big yikes ya.

But one issues I have with the positive “representation” of autism these days especially in kids media it treated as a SUPERPOWER and often only SURFACE LEVEL

Not entirely new, Rain Man comes to mind. You want quality positive rep do like they did with Corky on 'Life Goes On" had down syndrome and it was shown to be a burden but also shown he had a mostly normal life and he even went to regular school and everything.

And yes it was made in the late 80's early 90's because I know you're already wondering that or had guessed it.

And these guides, tbh I think a lot of modern writers (who are often nepo babies and diversity hires) try to hide the fact they grew up in gates and isolate communities and didn’t meet someone different to them on the same levels until college or the workforce

It's how we got people like shaun "talcum-X/Thurgood Marshmallow" (take your pick) king and taylor lorenz among many others, authors musicians and influencers and such.

That and people like brooklyn dad on twitter who gets paid by some dem committee, several of those too.

Also why I pointed out the CSA issues omg the black community is explicitly. Actually due to the whole pedo teacher scandal and the fact that a lot of CSA survivors often have extreme libido so they sleep around a lot *cough almost Hollywood tried to hide that for decades with their abuse of child actors cough*

Saw a thing with Mayim Bialik she was saying the whole "Quiet on the Set" series was barely the tip of the iceberg, which she'd know, and also it's sad that they didn't kick this all off with Corey Feldman doing his thing, but he has the wrong parts and pointed at the wrong thing, notice how even after this one it's still crickets.

That one is wild to me too since people are going hard after Dan Schneider for admittedly bad taste and inappropriate jokes as well as that foot thing, but by everything I've heard about it he never touched anyone inappropriately, I may have missed it, so far though I haven't seen anything about that.

I haven't seen much about Brian Peck the guy that was actually accused of sexual assault, which is odd and honestly not totally unexpected.

And I saw black women LAUGHING at a admit who revealed he was raped at 5 Hey black community, let remember that black boys are still BOYS before getting shot by the police?

Ya they don't care about boys, not when it has the potential to make women look bad at least or if caring about the boys might take attention away from women.

If you remember this one

I am not trying to minimize this tragedy in the slightest, it's just a great one to make a point about how males are disposable with.

The girls kidnapped in Chibok in 2014 are only a small percentage of the total number of people abducted by Boko Haram. Amnesty International estimated in 2015 that at least 2,000 women and girls had been abducted by the group since 2014, many of whom had been forced into sexual slavery.

Again, tragedy big tragedy. But did you know

And then we get the girls down at the bottom there as a prominent mention in a search about boys.

Hey black community, let remember that black boys are still BOYS before getting shot by the police? Yes that an issues all over especially with the genderfird rape laws. It gets very annoying

Duluth model is a pain in the ass too, presumes the male is guilty if nobody has any marks on them.

UK, Israel, India, several other countries have a "forced to penetrate" line in their rape laws that make it nearly impossible to convict a woman of rape even if she held a gun to the guys head, they would have to forcibly penetrate the guy for it to be rape.

Which is depressing and backwards

[drhannahasher]

@hopefulprotect

{Although I felt Will's hand on my arm, as well as I saw his hand raise in gesture for me to stop talking, I ignored him. I knew Goodwin gave Will hell all the time. Now, in Goodwin's defense, normally he deserved it, since he was a rule breaker. Still, Will had one of the biggest and most genuine hearts of anyone I knew, so although he did break a lot of rules, the majority of the time it was because he had his patient's best interest at heart. This situation being no exception to that. Either way, I couldn't let him take another verbal beating from Goodwin. Not when I could take the fall for him instead. In one sense I told myself that I had nothing to lose. I mean, what's the worst she could do? Retract her offer for me to be the senior attending surgeon of the Obstetrician-Gynocology department here at the hospital? Yes, Chicago would always be home to me, but I had managed to make a new home for myself in California, so if it came down to it, I could certainly return to California. Technically speaking, that was the plan at the moment, anyway. Honestly though, I didn't do it for all of that. I did it to protect Will. I know me leaving the way I did, and then ghosting him after I relocated to California gave Will the impression that I didn't love him anymore. That I had quit on us, and you know, maybe in a way, I did. Some might think I took the easy way out, but in my defense, and at the time, it felt like it's what I needed to do. I couldn't remain here anymore and be that doctor that everyone talked and gossiped about. The doctor that patients didn't want to see because of rumors they had heard. My colleagues lost faith in me, and they knew what kind of doctor and surgeon I was, so if they didn't trust me, how could I expect patients, who didn't know me as anything more than a faulty reputation, to trust my judgement. Looking back on it now, I knew I took the cowardice way out, and I hurt Will, as a result. I lost the one person who ever loved me for exactly who I was; in spite of my faults, demons, and mistakes. Yes, I screwed up when it came to Will. All that to say, if anything, I hoped this was a way for me to prove to Will that I still cared about him, and would protect him, regardless of what it could cost me. I owed him that gesture, at the very least} Yeah, I'll fill you in on the topic of tomorrow's breakfast once we go to dinner. I don't want to meet her for breakfast until I've heard your take on it. {I vaguely explained since Will wouldn't know what I was talking about right now. He would shortly though. The truth was, if I relocated back here, it was admittedly on the hope that I could possibly have another chance to make things right between Will and I. Was I dreading being back here at this hospital knowing how people were already looking at and judging me? Of course, but Will was worth the challenge that was ahead of me. Providing he'd want me back here, that is. I silently considered as he prepared to go speak with Alyssa}

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@drhannahasher

It was a big ask; a beg even for Hannah to overcome her struggles to come into Med to help me. And honestly thinking back to the call I had the low expectations she’d answer or yet come for my benefit. Hannah made it clear over a year ago when she left Chicago she left us, left me behind. It took the hold of constant rejected calls and unanswered messages to understand to see the bigger picture. She wanted nothing to do with me; she had tossed me aside when she had her relapse. And it stung; I cared I wanted to help her. I believed in her when she thought the worse version of herself. I saw the good in her; and yeah I wanted to keep her off the wagon, I knew what I was getting myself into when I fell for her. I knew she past; the struggles, but I also saw how strong she was. 

Hannah wasn’t how everyone perceived her after the accident; after being seen as a drug addict, after she left town. I believed she’d find what she was searching for. Even if it never included me. I had Jay on my back teasing about the pinning love I lost, as if he had something to say, given the fact he was not so subtle pinning for his partner might I add. Let’s just say our nights of going out for a drink had become quite frequent. But today wasn’t about my feelings, or my lack of covering what i felt for the blonde. It was about Alyssa a friend who I cared for. And her unborn child; her husband was on another table; one Ethan was working to fix, but my priority was in Hannah’s gallery because even if she didn’t want my support in the OR I was going to be in the gallery to oversea the process, I would never forgive myself if I never showed up. I was scared for Alyssa my childhood friend, but I knew the consequences if Hannah had messed up; not that I believed she would. 

Because I knew the female; she had skill, she worked with grace, which was only confirmed as I stood in the gallery. I glanced to the prying eyes of the residents; of interns who only knew of Hannah Asher through the whispers. But I saw Hannah first hand and I wanted to be proud of her. But her last comment stood in my head. “ Reunite you with Alyssa and the baby.” What does that mean? I had rack my mind on it. I was probably coming off as dumb now, but right now I was confused. Did Hannah think Alyssa and I were..? Did she believe I was the dad because of how far I fought for Alyssa? The questions kept looping around in my mind. And honestly I wouldn’t blame the blonde if she assumed. I did fight for Alyssa, I fought to get her the best care. The only OB I trusted to care for her. She was a friend someone I’d always go to bat for. But did I want to be with Alyssa? No of course not. Once a crush but now I was happy with being a doctor, of being the caring surgeon; the one that oversteps on almost every occasion. 

Hand rested on the wall; eyes glued to the scene. Hannah was working against her own OR, she was preparing to close up when it happened. She lost the stats, the baby was at risk, and Alyssa the blood flow was subsiding, I felt the lump that formed in my throat, and I knew the way her own staff spoke to her. No belief at all. I felt the rage, the anger coursing through my body. She was alone; and man it took every fiber in my body not to run down there; not to intervene, because I knew Hannah she was strong and brave, but she also felt the way people saw her. An addict. She probably wanted to run and never turn back. My heart ached for her, but I wanted to respect her boundaries which was me staying far from the OR. So I stayed in the gallery; I held my breath waiting; but by the end of the surgery I felt pride, I let out the exhale of relief i had been holding. She did it; the baby was okay, and Alyssa she was stable, I felt like I might cry over how phenomenal she was. I was proud of her; and that’s why I released my hold of the wall and I turned to leave the gallery. 

Each step I went with ease, as he walked the stairs, until I reached the ground floor. Will had made his way to the scrub room; where he knew he’d find her; as he pushed through the door he paused wanting to admire her handy work, the surgeon she was. 

“ I knew I put my faith in the right person, You did good. I don’t care what any one in that OR says, you showed what you are capable of.” And Will meant each word; as if it was close to his chest.