#Museum of Medical Sciences

[travelernight]

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[fallbabylon]

Model bisections of human head- Science Museum, London

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

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[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: a wide panel from Trigun Maximum. In the foreground, Vash and Knives as children are facing away from the reader, so their expressions cannot be seen. In the middle of the panel is a bank of computer screens. In the background are three large glass tubes, which the boys are looking up at. The biggest and centremost tube contains a shadowed figure that might have once been a child. The legs are the thin legs of a humanoid child, but above that is a dark mass of bulging, torn, distorted flesh. a left hand is floating in the same tank, apparently torn off from the rest of the body. The right arm, with enough of the flesh gone to expose what may be the bones, is floating in one of the side tubes. The other side tube is mostly obscured by Vash's shoulder, but not enough to hide that it contains a brain, with the eyeballs still attached. The body in the centre tube does seem to still have a head, but so shadowed that what its face may look like, or even if it still has a face, is impossible to tell. End ID.]

There she is. Everything about this is so gross and horrifying. Even in death, her body was afforded no dignity, no personhood; Rem does her best to keep the place clean and leaves flowers, but Tessla's body is still floating in a test tube, preserved and exposed in all that was done to her. God I HOPE she was already dead when her arms started falling off. I SUPER HOPE that she was already dead when her brain and eyeballs were extracted; the optic nerves being fully connected, they may have cut off the entire top half of her head to get it out relatively intact. Int he manga, at least, there's no indication that she's anything but very, very dead, but I gotta give Stampede for finding the one way this could possibly be made any worse by flashing an "ALIVE" across the screen. In the manga, I genuinely hope her body was incinerated when the ship went down. I hope her body finally got the freedom of cremation or decomposition.

[studiohromi]

A recent medical illustration breaking down the stages of fetal heart development. Illustrated for the Peoria Riverfront Museum's new Heart exhibition. Descriptive labels were added by them to explain the processes involved at each stage.

[anosrepasi]

Book Review: The Museum of Human History by Rebekah Bergman

The Museum of Human History is Bergman's debut novel, having been released only a month ago as of Sept 2023 and is a relatively quick read at 241 pages. Summarized in a few words: it's strikingly similar to being unintentionally hit on the mouth, no harm intended but the impact is there nonetheless. I'd give it 4.5/5.

in a few more words:

This is a novel where you don't love the characters, but you'll still cry for them. There's no purely favored characters here and they are all ugly in their own ways, but its the flaws of the characters and the personal tragedies they experience that really drive deep the impact of their story. This is a book about grief. It's a book about remembering and knowing your loss, rather than forgetting the loss.

At it's core, its a very simple book. The cast of characters extends to roughly 15-20 at most, they cycle in and out of book from start to finish. The breadth of individuals scenes and moments in the book is also strikingly limited. Bergman builds up her story through palimpsest, revisiting the scenes from earlier chapters in later chapters from another characters view point. She builds up the emotion of the story through the precise use of poetic prose, packing more punch with some of her two sentence lines than many of her paragraphs.

This is not a book you will "like" or feel good about having finished, it ends leaving many characters feeling unresolved, but much like the central theme of grief- that's kind of the point and should not be seen as a flaw to the narrative.

For a debut novel it's impressive, clunky, definitely clunky in some spots that don't hold the same attention as other chapters, but over all it's a great example of writing a harrowing story that can cause tears with a very very simple toolbox of scenes and characters.

It is also, in my opinion, one of those novels that demands a reread at a later point in time once you've seen the complete story. Spoilers following, but there's two specific narrative threads that make a reread make the cohesive story all the more impactful.

The first is that Bergman has enough clues for the reader to know exactly what the algae is and what it'll do from chapter 4. The clues are all their and in my first reading I completely glossed over them all until later in the book when Bergman starts making the connections far more explicit. But when you do connect them, it completely changes the scope of the book. Naomi spends one paragraph wondering about "how much destruction she helped bring in, unwittingly," and at the time of that sentence it's played out as being overblown, an overzealous statement of an environmentally minded person before she realizes the truth. Then you read the whole novel and realize that she actually did exactly what she feared- but if she lived to see it might not have cared? Because the impacts were mostly human centered rather than the literal destruction of the environment she cared about. Which is awful, but is a pretty consistent theme in the entire novel. The characters care and they love, but that love constantly seems to be overshadowed by their apathy or their pain, and how in being unable to accept what they love with pain they lose it completely instead.

The second narrative thread of interest is Evangeline and Mauve and their shift from mirror images/defined set of twins to being considered an individual and the individual's ghost. Especially considering that the title of ghost seems to get passed back and forth between the characters. I got caught in this thread with one of the side character's Dr.Dean mentioning running into Naomi on the beach and "She was with her daughter." Both girls were present in that scene, but in memory they've already been reduced to one. I'm sure there's multiple occasions where this happens in the book and I find the tension between one very living child who is a shadow to her comatose static sister and vise versa over and over to be incredibly captivating.

Overall, if you enjoy poetic prose, lots of grief, and a healthy dash of environmental and medical science fiction? Chances are you'll enjoy this book, even if enjoy feels like the wrong word here.

[eccentric-antiquities]

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[kindred-spirit-93]

crazy to think that the tiniest chemical imbalances of the simplest compounds or even elements can have such diverse & far- reaching effects. the human body truly is a wonder to behold :)

I like the fact that the two most well-known uses for lithium are treating people who are bipolar, and making batteries, which are also bipolar but in a completely different way.

[nipuni]

My dad died yesterday, he was 63

I would like to share a little about him and our story if anyone wants to read, this is not a happy story

My parents divorced when I was three and I went to live with my mom so I saw my dad's life in snapshots, once a week at first and then once a year when he moved abroad and I would spend the summers with him. Every time I would catch up with him he would have a different partner or apartment.

My time with him was always fun, he was laid back, adventurous and open, he would let me do all kinds of crazy stuff while my mom was the strict one. He was a genius to me, he taught me how to program my own games when I was nine, he would make me take computers and appliances apart and reassemble them to teach me how they worked, he made me love science, the outdoors and travelling. He was great at teaching and cooking and driving. He worked on tours for famous musicians as a sound tech, he made 3D films for museums and theme parks when it was all very new, he was a photographer, a programmer, electrician, mechanic, artist and could play many instruments and write poetry!!

The first crack between us was when there was a huge split between my mom's side of the family and his over money and a lot of ugly truths stared coming to light. I realized that when it came to money he was willing to put himself before me and the fights between him and my mom were awful. But in the end once the dust settled we both pretended it never happened.

One weekend I went to visit him and realized his current girlfriend would stick around at last and she had a daughter almost my age!! I now had a little sister and I loved it.

A year later the country fell apart and he fled abroad along with them and even though I missed them I would visit for months at a time every year. I saw him start his life over, he started his own company and I was so proud of him!!

Everything was great for eight years, until one day he told me that my step mom and sister left him and he would sell everything and come back to the country. This was the last time I would ever hear of them, they vanished, I mourned my step sister for years. This was also when his life fell apart.

At 17 adulthood came with a lot of revelations. My mom told me that my dad had been an addict since he was very young, before I was born, my whole life, cocaine and alcohol amongst other things, and everyone around him had been putting up with it and helping him but couldn't take it anymore. He had cheated on her when they had me and had cheated on my step mom too. He would lie to get what he wanted and trusting him was getting increasingly harder.

All of my memories of him were now seen through a different lens. I felt betrayed. I could now tell every time he had been high, and knew where the money he asked of me when to, I was aware of every little lie. I was angry and frustrated at him for the pain he caused my mom and everyone around him. And for squandering the potential I knew he had, for always making the wrong decisions, one mistake after another. And I hated feeling this way the most.

After he came back to the country alone he could never recover, he would relapse, overdose, refuse rehab or any medical help. He would escape psychiatrics facilities and hospitals in the middle of the night, he was a menace!! lmao.

Our relationship was still good despite all this, different but still standing, he had always been my friend even if he wasn't the best at being a dad or partner, I would always scold him and tell him of different job opportunities I came up with for him to try out but now there was this distance between us. I became the parent of the relationship in a way and he didn't like being told what to do. I saw him spiral and I was scared for him.

I've always heard all these stories about addicts finding purpose and fighting for their loved ones, so every time he would jokingly talk to me about how high he was and seemed to enjoy it despite my warnings and pleading it made me feel like I was not enough of a reason to get better, as self centered as it may be I was a teen and I felt powerless to stop him, insignificant. People could get better for their children, but not for me.

I knew this way of thinking was flawed and selfish and he was the one struggling, I knew he was a victim. I spent the last of my teenage years and early twenties trying to fight back this feeling so I could preserve our relationship, we always kept in contact but over time he changed and was no longer the person I knew.

He became a stranger, often times incoherent and delusional, his views changed, he was paranoid, his addiction got worse and worse and now all I could feel was pity and guilt, our once good relationship was now reduced to a few interactions where he would ask me for money, I knew I was possibly funding his self destruction and he was likely lying to me but he also needed to pay for medication and so I couldn't refuse him.

I had my own life now, a husband and plans for the future. When I decided to move abroad a few years ago I knew our hug goodbye could be the last, he was broke and unstable but I thought once I was settled and had a job and a citizenship I could have enough money to get him tickets to visit and show him the life I had made for myself like he had done in my childhood.

But then Covid happened, and he would never agree to make calls. Soon after he was diagnosed with cancer, I would ask about his health and he would say he was fine. He wasn't fine, he was smoking 4 packs a day. He got the cancer removed but refused further treatment, he said he didn't have any purpose left in life and no reasons to keep living, he had a stroke and couldn't feel half his body when he was forcibly hospitalized, his cancer had spread and he hadn't been eating for a long time, he hid all this from me, I first heard it from my aunt in tears over the phone yesterday, he tried to escape the hospital in the night and had to be tied up and sedated, he never woke up.

He died alone, all that is left of his family is me and my aunt and we both live in different countries. There is nobody there to even bury him. I feel like I abandoned him. I've always known I would feel this way when this day came, in a way I've been mourning him for many years and have carried this guilt for even longer.

I had the coolest dad, cocaine took him away. I wish this had a better and uplifting message. I just wanted to get this off my chest. He taught me a lot and made me who I am, and I have a lot of great memories with him. He struggled all of his life with his mental health and despite it all he was still amazing and deserved so much better.

He always said that when he was a ghost he would follow me around, I hope he isl!! so I can live for both of us, I love you dad!! and I'm so sorry 🕯️

[cynthiav06]

With Percy, we know that he hates going to school and his goals don’t really line up with Annabeth’s, but Annabeth is kind of forcing him to do it with her because he can’t say no to her. Say Rick didn’t make Annabeth Percy’s entire personality, what do you think he would’ve done in the mortal world rather than go to university?

I was checking my drafts cause I am trying to catch up on all the asks in my inbox ( as I said in one of my earlier posts I was in middle of a medical situation so I have at least a month of backlog) and found this draft.

The funny thing is I had already written most of the post in the draft version, and this ask wasn't even being displayed in my inbox, so I was very confused as to when it was from.

But it's such a good prompt and a sort of controversial question in the fandom, so I wanted to post it asap.

Percy doesn't like studies, but he knows the importance of it, so I am sure he will finish his initial college, probably either in the science or arts section. We know at one point he got better grades than Annabeth at one point so he certainly isn't quitting studies and doing way better than what people expect. He also wouldn't like just staying at home and doing nothing (I am looking at certain Percabeth stans here), so he definitely would be doing one job or another.

1.

I don't think he would study marine biology like most believe. After a conversation I had with someone who had taken the course, I am convinced Percy wouldn't like it. It's heavily based on chemistry, and we know how much Percy is affected by sea creatures being mistreated or caged, so having to study marine biology wouldn't really be something he would choose.

2.

An interesting twist would be if he chose to be a writer like his mother.

We all know that Percy writes or at least dictates and narrates the first five books, which are written and narrated entirely from his perspective. Moreover, there are books on Percy just narrating his own sarcastic takes on Greek gods and Greek heroes. What if he did actually catalogue his own adventures in those books as a sort of manual for other demigods on how to deal with certain monsters and gods and such.

Through Percy's thoughts, even as 12 years old, we can certainly say he has advanced vocabulary despite being dyslexic and given how much he admires Sally, why wouldn't he be interested in following her footsteps. Sure, he has trouble reading, but that's not to say he wouldn't love expressing his thoughts through humorous retelling of his own adventures which he can pass as fiction to normal readers but actual experiences in demigod world. Who doesn't want to know the exploits of Percy Jackson?

Plus, it's a good money hack. And don't for a second tell me he wouldn't. Sally petrified Gabe, and then they sold his statute to a museum as a sculpture and earned money off of that. So Sally would definitely encourage it, and Percy would even follow through on it just for shits and giggles and the added benefit of helping demigods and earning money.

[I literally want this to happen just for the Godly reactions. I am all for god slander, especially Zeus slander. Poseidon would be half laughing at the book and half worried cause of the sheer catastrophes his son seems to fall into almost on a daily basis.

Apollo would be having a grand time, and Hermes will be half depressed and half impressed throughout. Overall, it would be hilarious all around, and it might finally make the gods feel a bit more accountable . It's literally the Reading Percy Jackson Series trope, and that's always fun.]

3.

One other option is that Percy will get into environmental preservation, specifically the protection of Rivers and Seas from pollution by actively involving himself and others in its cleanliness and purification. He would also run Beach cleanliness programs.

I think he and Grover would become environmental activists and would definitely get into preserving forest areas and other places where nature spirits dwell frequently. I can see them doing it a lot, long-term wise, too.

4.

I think he would kind of like marine explorations, but that might cause his powers to be somewhat exposed, so he might not do that, but it's a possibility.

That's all I can think of. I would like to hear everyone else's opinions on this.

[fallbabylon]

Model depicting internal organs for medical study (1700's)- Science museum, London

[marykk1990]

My next post in support of Ukraine is:

Next site, National Pirogov's Estate Museum in Vinnytsia, Vinnytsia Oblast. It was the home of Nikolay Ivanovich Pirogov, a "russian" scientist, medical doctor, and a member of the "russian" Academy of Sciences. He is considered to be the founder of field surgery (combat surgery) in "russia" and was the first surgeon to use anesthesia in a field operation in 1847. While he was "russian" and was born in moscow in 1810, he eventually moved to Vinnytsia in 1861, which was part of the "russian" empire at that time. He built a house there, and it included a pharmacy and a small hospital, and he would treat the local residents. He passed away in 1881. His estate was turned into a museum in 1947, and it is the house, pharmacy, & the family vault where he's interred. It also includes almost 40 acres of park area around the estate, of which many of the trees he planted himself. The museum has around 16,500 items, with more than 1500 on display and over 7000 books and magazines, several of which are his work.

#StandWithUkraine

#СлаваУкраїні 🇺🇦🌻

[travelingthief]

Lord Hephaestus Devotional Acts and Offerings

Learn about:

Volcanoes

Fire safety

Disability rights

The ADA (and how it could be improved)

Ableism and stigma

Blacksmithing

Forges

Devotional Acts

God of fire & volcanoes:

Woodburning (art form)

Fire scrying

Have a bonfire

Paper mache volcanoes

Burn a candle

(Learn how to) Tend a fire/woodstove/hearth

God of blacksmithing, metalworking, and crafts:

Jewelry making

Wood carving

Wire working

Making chainmail

Leatherworking

Car maintenance 

Have a good toolkit

Welding

Handyman maintenance

Robotics

Repair clothing

Carry a multitool 

Learn a new skill

Glassblowing

Restore an old/damaged object

Build Legos/Lincoln Logs

Watch restoration videos

Code/build a website

Go to science fairs/museums

Invent something

God of/with disabilities:*

Mobility aid maintenance 

Disability advocacy

Plan out your spoons/energy

Customize mobility aids/braces/other aids

Create a medical ID

Have an emergency to-go bag

Make your bed into a comfy place to be

Buy things from people with disabilities’ wishlists (like accessibility items etc.)

Identify how many spoons different activities take and make a list

Offerings

God of fire/volcanoes:

Fire starters/pokers

Burned paper

Burned objects

Blowtorch

Lighters

Fire imagery

Volcanic rocks

Volcano imagery

Firewood

Ashes

Matches

Coal

God of blacksmithing, metalworking, and crafts:

Nails, bolts, screws

Tools/toolbox

Swords/shields/armor (imagery)

Cool metal objects

Anvil imagery

Bronze/copper/brass

Anything you’ve made

Blueprints

Tongs

Bellows

Springs

Spare parts

Batteries

Mementos of handy work you’ve done (like a light bulb you’ve changed)

Chains

Stones/bricks/clay

Laptops/tablets/phones

God of/with disability:

Mobility aids

Painkillers/medicines

“Emergency” foods (like electrolytes or candy bars)

X-ray/MRI images

Medical bracelets

Medical paperwork

Adaptive aids

* While Hephaestus was not traditionally seen as a god of disability, many followers in modern times revere him as one

[crippled-peeper]

having your family members or ancestors bones stored at a museum or university to be gawked at by (mostly white) anthropologists for centuries and not even being given the OPTION to lay them to rest or give them dignity is perhaps the complete opposite of the CONSENSUAL and VOLUNTARY process of donating your body to science - to be a cadaver for medical students or to be studied for your medical conditions because that’s what you wanted to happen to your body.

I wish universities and their deans would gain 1 single shred of humility and sympathy and stop holding onto the body parts of marginalized and indigenous people at their schools against families wishes and calling it “science”