#Nursing Process 8th

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Chiron persona chart obs

WARNING: BRIEF MENTIONS OF ED, S*ICIDE, S*XUAL AB*SE. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND NOT TO READ THIS POST IF YOU'RE VERY SENSITIVE thank you

Stelliums show us where our main trauma or wound lies:

Stellium in Aries/1st house - body image issues/body dysmorphia, hating ones face and wanting to change it at all cost, being so focused on ones trauma that it results in excessive independence

Stellium in Taurus/2nd house - self worth issues, hating ones voice and/or being made fun of for how ones voice sounds, excessive shopping due to fear of having nothing, having stash of cash hidden everywhere in the house due to being scared of getting robbed

Stellium in Gemini/3rd house - being too scared to speak to others, hating the way you express yourself, being an overachiever at school due to fear of being seen as "stupid", fear of being run over by a bicycle or a car

Stellium in Cancer/4rd house - family problems (divorced parents, one of the parents is out of the picture for whatever reason, family members dealing with addictions, family abuse), issues when it comes to comforting yourself in times of crisis, HEAVY abandonment issues

Stellium in Leo/5th house - had to grow up too fast instead of enjoying childhood, fear of not being "the perfect parent", fear of not making it in the industry (for those pursing creative careers or following their passions), issues regarding getting pregnant and delivering a child, fear of being burned by the sun or by fire

Stellium in Virog/6th house - fear of contacting an incurable disease, issues regarding eating disorders, trauma regarding messy spaces, which results in OCD

Stellium in Libra/7th house - issues caused by getting cheated in a relationship, fear of trusting someone in a one-on-one connection, trauma resulted from business affairs which have gone wrong

Stellium in Scoprio/8th house - fear of death, issues caused by sexual trauma/sexual abuse, grooming, stalking, human trafficking, mysterious disappearances, divorce, taxes, loans

Stellium in Sagittarius/9th house - fear of not being able to experience everything one has always wanted, issues caused by not living to ones full potential, fear of travelling too far away, religious trauma

Stellium in Capricorn/10th house - fear of being forgotten and not standing out, issues regarding not looking & acting in a professional manner when needed, fear of not being promoted in ones career, the trauma is very visible to the public

Stellium in Aquarius/11th house - fear of not fitting in a crowd or a friend group, issues regarding being part of LGBTQ+ or a subculture often dismissed (POC, people with disabilities, orphanage kids, emos), trauma related to the country's government and (possible) implications in war, fear of dying in a natural disaster (earthquake, tsunami, volcano), fear of dying by electrocution or in an airplane crash

Stellium in Pisces/12th house - fear of being admitted to a prison, asylum or nursing home, having frequent thoughts of unaliving onself, fear of drowning, fear of what happens after death, fear of being misunderstood or made fun of for hearing voices and seeing things which aren't real

Moon shows us how we process our trauma and wounds:

Moon in Aries/1st house : screams, throws things around (maybe also breaks a few things), if anyone reminds them of their wounds/traumas, they'd literally break that person's neck; they might recklessly drive, play with fire or drink excessively out of anger

Moon in Taurus/2nd house : resorts to retail therapy, cooks their favourite meals, gets some comfy pillow and blankets and watches their favourite show; they're slow to heal their wounds, but they manage to do so

Moon in Gemini/3rd house : overanalyzes what happened to the point that they've thought of every scenario possible, (if they have more than one wound/trauma) switches between wounds, is usually open about their wounds and traumas with siblings and acquaintances

Moon in Cancer/4th house : cries 24/7, acts distant with people who are not close to them and defensive with those who want to talk about their feelings; they tend to have very, very unhealthy coping mechanisms (aka they resort to self-harm)

Moon in Leo/5th house : transforms their pain & wounds into a form of art - whether it's through dancing, painting, singing, acting, photography, videography; sometimes they might not recognize how much their past affects them, especially around others, they boast about how "it wasn't that bad" even though they're clearly affected by what happened

Moon in Virgo/6th house : focuses on the details, what they could have done better and what they didn't, easily becomes anxious, cleaning the house becomes a form of therapy for them; in case of physical wounds, they document themselves very well (sometimes they are even able to heal themselves, since this Moon sign in Chiron persona chart has a sort of 6th sense about medicinal procedures)

Moon in Libra/7th house : their s/o knows every pain, wound and traumas they've ever experienced, analyzes the past in a logical manner and tries to find a healthy coping mechanism, without hurting anyone else in the process; listens to sad, romantic songs

Moon in Scorpio/8th house : if someone else is guilty for their wounds/traumas, they're going to plot revenge and execute their plan in a discreet manner; often jealous, they might pursue fwb connections to stop thinking about their pain; the ones who manage to deal with their past in a healthy manner become a completely different person in the process

Moon in Sagittarius/9th house : dealing with their wounds/traumas opens a new world for them, they end up adopting a new set of beliefs as a coping mechanism, travelling to another country to get some space from their surroundings helps them heal

Moon in Capricorn/10th house : replays the past over and over again, they numb their emotions, if asked about their wounds/traumas, they answer very stoic; they also tend to be more realistic and don't like to tell themselves lies or hear lies about their trauma

Moon in Aquarius/11th house : resorts to technology to cope with the pain, is usually open about their wounds and traumas with their friends or on social media, but not with family; they might try some unusual coping mechanisms

Moon in Pisces/12th house : they isolate themselves from everyone in order to cope with the pain, meditation and breathing techniques are their to-go methods of calming their anxiety down; if they don't manage to cope in a healthy way, they dissociate and go through a depersonalization process or an addiction takes over them (drinking, smoking, they overuse medication etc.)

Jupiter shows us where we're blessed, but fail to see. The stronger the modality, the more obvious it is to other people.

♃ Jupiter in fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius) and/or fixed houses (2nd house, 5th house, 8th house, 11th house) are extremely blessed and everyone is able to notice, but the native.

♃ Jupiter in cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) and/or cardinal houses (1st house, 4th house, 7th house, 11th house) are blessed, but only a specific category of people notice it.

♃ Jupiter in mutable signs (Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces) and/or mutable houses (3rd house, 6th house, 9th house, 12th house) are still blessed, but the effect is hardly noticeable to anyone.

Those with:

Grand Trine/Kite/Yod (Finger of God)

Sun, Jupiter, North Node and ruler of the chart conjuncting MC and/or placed in 10th/11th house (minimum 2 placements)

Stellium in 10th house/11th house

-> have got amazing healing abilites and often end up pursuing careers where they help & heal society (usually as doctors, therapists, spiritual advisors, social workers, advocates who actually make a difference, etc.) They usually become famous for their healing gifts.

Other small considerations:

Ascendant shows us how we are perceived at first glance when we are dealing with pain

IC shows us how we are perceived by our family (or in a safe, secluded place) when we are dealing with pain

DSC shows us how we are perceived by our partner or best friend when we are dealing with pain

MC shows us how we are perceived in public (or in our career) when we are dealing with pain

North Node shows us our salvation (where we need to focus on in order to heal)

🕊 Sun trine Moon & Sun sextile Moon individuals have an easier time healing their traumas and wounds

🕊 Sun opposite Saturn & Sun square Saturn individuals feel the need to rebel from their father/grandparents, norms that have been imposed on them, old customs & traditions, institutions/government, in order to heal themselves

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Blue Christmas -chapter 11

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Series warnings: angst (like a lot), mentions of infidelity, language, family drama, pregnancy, sexual situations.

Author’s Note: I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings.

January 8th (Six days post accident)

The pain meds they give people in the hospital following surgery pack a wallop, especially when given through an IV. They make me have crazy dreams, turn my attention span paper thin, and have the added bonus of turning my brain/mouth filter virtually non-existent.

I’m trying to pay attention to the conversation that Chris is trying to have with me. I really am. To be fair, he knew when he got here an hour ago that I had just gotten another dose. 

“What about this one?”

 Chris turns the iPad towards me so I can see yet another picture and resume’ of a home health nurse. It was an idea that he was originally against, but both Lisa and Andi, my main nurse, had both suggested that maybe having someone come in for a few hours a day a couple times a week would be a good thing. As much as he wants to do everything he possibly can for you, he also knows he’s only one person. After not hearing a response, and thinking maybe I had dozed off into a narcotic induced nap, he looks up to see me using my good hand to fiddle with the end of the braid that the nurse had put my hair into earlier after the shower that I’d finally been allowed to have after days of bed baths. 

Showers used to be glorious things. Water turned up to near scalding levels, music playing loud with me singing loudly (and badly) along, and nice shampoo and shower gel that smells amazing. This was not that. This was an entire process that took nearly an hour, starting with my casted leg and equally casted arm being wrapped in waterproof plastic and ending with me in tears because washing long hair takes two functional hands, and I only had one. There’s zero dignity in having another person give you a shower when you’re a grown woman who’s been showering and bathing by herself for many years now without issue. The nurse had been amazingly sweet and sympathetic and helped me with whatever I couldn’t do on my own (which was a lot), but the whole experience just left me feeling useless and depressed. 

 A soft touch to my hand brings me back to the present. 

“Where’d you go?” he asks softly. 

”My hair smells weird.” 

He leans forward a bit so he can get a whiff of my hair. “It smells okay to me.” 

“It’s not the same. It’s weird, clinical hospital shampoo. It doesn’t smell good like mine.” I lament. “I couldn’t even wash my own hair today. It’s too long, and I couldn’t do it with one hand. I can’t even-”

My voice starts to waver and I look down at my arm that’s laying useless in a sling across my chest. Even my fingers are so swollen and bruised that I couldn’t even put my rings on if I tried. My ring finger, which hasn’t been naked since Chris slipped my engagement ring on it some four and a half years ago, feels very bare and just wrong. Everything about the accident and my injuries keeps hitting me in different ways. 

I look over at Chris and then down at the iPad that he’s still holding. “Hire whoever you want. I honestly don’t care, and it’s not like I have any choice in the matter.”

He sighs softly, knowing that this conversation was never going to go over well. He knows that I know that I’m going to need as much help as I can get when I finally get released to go home, but he also knows that being as stubborn and self sufficient as I am, my worst nightmare is having someone have to help me do something as simple as get out of fucking bed. 

“This is the one thing that’s happened lately that you do get to choose. I want to get someone that you’re going to like and be comfortable with. I can’t imagine what this is like for you right now, and I’m just trying to make life as easy as it can get when you’re home.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to like someone from a goddamn resume’. As long as they can do the job without fucking me up more than I already am, great.” My back is starting to ache because of the position that I’m laying in, and when I go to slide further up the bed, I’m rewarded with a searing pain in my stomach from the movement pulling at my still healing splenectomy incisions. 

“Fuck, honey-”

I fall back on the pillows, irritated as hell and over this damn conversation, and the words fly out of my mouth before I can even think about stopping them. 

“Just pick someone! Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get another girl who’s going to fall for the irresistible Chris Evans charm, who has no moral compass and no compunction about sleeping with married men. Then you can throw a shot into her too.”

I watch as his face falls, his hand pulling back from where it’s been resting on my arm and a lump the size of a golf ball forms in my throat. I didn’t mean to say that. I might as well just be wearing a name tag that says Hi, I’m: Here To Make Things Worse. I cover my mouth with my hand and glance up towards the ceiling, trying to blink the tears away before they can fully form. 

“I’m…..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean….” I start, but the words don’t want to come out. 

“It’s okay.” he tries to assure me. 

“No, it’s not.” I look down at the fluffy blue blanket that Chris brought me from home and I play with the slightly frayed edge, ashamed and unable to look at the broken look on his face. “This is a bad idea.” 

He pops a shoulder. “Could always hire a male nurse.” he says, raising his eyebrow. 

I let out a small snort, knowing he said it to try and lighten the mood, but all I can feel right now is trepidation at the thought of coming home with Chris to recover and him taking the brunt of all of my frustrations and emotional eruptions. 

He turns the iPad off and puts it on the side table and I watch as he stands up and grabs his jacket off the back of the chair, and my eyes widen.

“Don’t leave. Please, I-” I sputter out, trying to push down my panic. 

“I’m not. I’m just going to run down and get a coffee and check in with Shanna and see how Dodger’s doing. Are you getting hungry? You want me to grab you something?” 

I squint, trying to remember the dinner options on the meal sheet they give me every day and which one I might have picked. 

“Uhhhhh….no. I’ll be okay. They should be bringing whatever I picked out soon anyway. I’ll live.” 

“Okay. Text me if you change your mind. I’ll be back. No more than half an hour, I promise.” he says, resting his palm on the top of my head gently. 

When Chris gets back twenty or so minutes later, I’m honestly sort of surprised he came back instead of just going home and getting away from my emotional, broken ass for a while. And even more surprised that his mom is with him, since I didn’t know she was planning on coming by today. 

When they walk in, I’m sitting in one of the chairs in the room with my leg propped up, poking at a dish of red jello with a spoon. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” Chris asks, surprised. 

“I had to pee after you left, and being in bed was making my back hurt, so I asked if they could just park me here for a while. There’s not a ton of options when all you can really do is sit, so…I’ll be ready to get back in bed in a while.” 

Lisa starts towards me and I push the wheeled table away from me slightly so she can bend down and give me a hug, which I return with a strength that takes her by surprise a little bit. Knowing how hard the last few days (hell, weeks for that matter) have been and the fact that your mom isn’t around, she just had a feeling today that you could probably use a big dose of love that only a mama can provide, which is why she decided to pop by and surprise both you and Chris. 

She tilts my cheek to the side gently as she examines my face. “Your bruises are looking better.” 

“Mmm. Still hurts. Airbags will save your life, but you’re going to feel like you went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson after they go off in your face.”

“So, Chris and I were talking downstairs, and I had an idea.” I swallow my mouthful of jello and look towards Chris, really hoping that he didn’t tell her about what I said. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly and the anxiety in my gut loosens up a bit. 

“What would you think about me coming to stay with you guys for a bit when you got home?” 

“Chris, tell me you didn’t ask your mom to come home with us to be my babysitter.” I groan. Lisa snorts slightly. “He didn’t ask. I’m offering. I know you’re not crazy about someone you don’t know being in your house and….” she searches for the right words “helping you. And it wouldn’t be for too long; just until you guys get yourselves situated at home and get into a routine with things. It’s just to make the transition a little smoother.” she assures me. 

I look over at Chris and he shrugs, gesturing to me. “This is your call.” 

I sigh, looking over at my mother in law, who I adore more than anyone in the world. “I’m not great to be around lately. I’m still not convinced that coming home after this is the right thing to do, and I’m afraid it’s really just going to make things worse. I don’t want you both to have to deal with my psychotic mood swings.”

“Sweetheart, if your mood was completely stable after everything that’s happened, I’d be terrified. You’re hurt, and you can’t do the things that everyone else takes for granted without help, and everyone knows how frustrating that is. I know you’re angry and sad and frustrated. And that’s okay. We’re-” she gestures between herself and her eldest son “made of tough stuff. Well, I’m tougher than him. We all know he’s a big baby who cries at the drop of a Hallmark movie.” I sputter out a laugh while wiping my eyes. 

“We all love you, and we’re all here for you no matter what.”

January 17th (Fifteen days post accident)

“They would release you on the coldest day of the year.” Chris says as he makes a final sweep around the hospital room that I’ve called home for the last two weeks. 

I huff out a small laugh. “Let’s just get the hell out of here before they come back here and tell me that they’ve decided to keep me for another week.”

“They should be back any minute with your discharge papers, and then we’ll go. The doc said he was going to call in your prescriptions to Walgreens, so hopefully they’ll be ready by the time we get there. Or I can get you home and settled in and run back out and grab them.” 

“We can wait for them. It’s too cold to be running back and forth.”

I look down at my “going home” outfit and can’t help but feel completely ridiculous. A pair of pink flannel pajama pants with penguins on them (they’re the only thing besides sweats that I can get up over the cast on my leg), a long sleeved white shirt, and one of Chris’ hoodies that’s zipped up over my sling, leaving just my good arm in the sleeve. They removed the stitches from my arm yesterday, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at it. The compression bandage that I’ve been instructed to wear all the time (with the exception of showers) is a lot more comfortable than the layers of wrapping my arm was encased in, but still annoying. And it itches like the devil. My right foot is encased in fluffy socks and a shoe, and my left leg is of course still in a cast, a sock pulled down over my exposed toes so they don’t freeze off when I go outside. 

My eyes go to the small black wheelchair that’s coming home with me and I squeeze my eyes shut. Because I’ve been instructed not to use my damaged arm for ANYTHING more strenuous than moving it gently to maneuver a shirt on and off, I can’t use crutches. 

Chris finishes packing up my backpack, and stops when he sees me staring vacantly at the wheelchair. He frowns, and walks over slowly, sitting on his heels in front of me. 

“Hey.” he murmurs softly, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Hmm?”

“This isn’t going to be forever. They said the cast is going to come off hopefully in a couple of weeks, and then they’re going to put you in a walking boot. At least then you’ll be able to get up and move around. I know, I know how much you hate this. I do. But it is not forever.”

“I know.” I hate how small my voice is. “I hate how I have to think about every move I make. I can’t reach for anything because I can’t use my arm. I have to be careful when I stretch or it hurts my stomach. I have to cough or sneeze as soft as I can or else my ribs hurt. It’s just….I feel like a prisoner in my own body right now.” 

“But you’re going to get the chance to get stronger and recover.” I look up at him and our eyes meet, and I know we’re both thinking about the fact that the driver of the car that hit me died four days ago from his injuries sustained in the crash, and how that could have been me instead. 

When the nurse comes in with my discharge papers and the litany of aftercare instructions, Chris takes them and heads downstairs with my stuff so he can bring the car around to the front entrance. The nurse helps me put my coat and hat on before helping me maneuver myself into the wheelchair and we head down to the first floor. 

“You excited you’re finally out of here?” she asks me with a smile. 

“And nervous. It was kind of comforting knowing that even though I was stuck in here, if anything went wrong, I was in the right place.”

I see Chris pull up at the curb, and the nurse wheels me outside, and I gasp at the biting cold. It’s the first time I’ve felt fresh air on my skin since the day of the accident, and although it’s beyond freezing, it still feels amazing to breathe it in. It isn’t until I get situated in the passenger seat and we’re ready to drive home that the panic sets in. 

“The last time I was in a car I almost died.”

Chris takes his hands off the steering wheel and reaches over to hold my right hand. 

“I know.”

“You drive like an insane person.” 

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, he snorts, because he knows the amount of speeding tickets he’s accumulated since he started driving is ridiculous. But he also knows that since the accident, he’s been almost hyper aware of his speed and everything going on around him, when he usually just goes on autopilot when he’s driving, like anyone else who drives every day. 

“I promise I won’t drive like an insane person with you in the car.” 

“Don’t drive like an insane person ever. You can’t control the way other idiots drive, but you can control how you do. I need you around.”

Those words make hope bloom in his chest. 

“I promise.”

When we get home, relief washes over me. As promised, Chris drove very carefully and obeyed the speed limit, but I was still a nervous wreck the whole 25 minute drive. Plus, being scrunched in the roomy, but limited space of the passenger seat isn’t very comfortable with my injuries. One the car is parked inside the garage and Chris has my door open, he realizes that he didn’t really think this part through very well. 

The furniture inside has been arranged and re-arranged about a dozen times in different configurations to accommodate the wheelchair in the house. He purchased a shower chair for me to make showers easier, he got cast wraps to keep the cast on my leg dry, he set up a perfect little nest with pillows and blankets on our sectional so I’d be comfortable, with remotes and chargers and books, and even a little cooler within reach. 

I notice the look on his face that he gets when he’s confused about something or trying to find a solution to a problem, and turn to him. 

“You’re trying to figure out how you’re going to get me in the house, aren’t you?”

The sheepish, yet slightly guilty look on his face tells me I’m right. “I have guys coming on Monday to put in a temporary ramp over the stairs in front. But I didn’t think about today.”

There’s two steps to get from the garage into the house, and the wheelchair isn’t going to make it up them. 

“You’re going to have to carry me in the house.”

“I was thinking that, but I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still really sore.” he says, gesturing to his chest and stomach. 

“I’m pretty sure everything I do for a while is going to be somewhat painful, but I think this is our only option. Why don’t you grab the wheelchair and bring it in, put Dodger in the bedroom until we get inside so he doesn’t knock me down when he sees me, and then come back out and grab me?”

He exhales slowly. “Okay. I’ll be right back. Just…..” he trails off, gesturing vaguely at me. 

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.” 

When Chris comes back out, he comes around to the passenger side and opens the door for me. I turn in the seat, angling myself as much as I can to make it easier for him to grab me and carry me inside. I’m slightly nervous about how much this is going to hurt, but I’m determined to not let it show. 

“You ready?” 

I take a deep breath and nod. He stoops down and slides his left arm around my back, while his right arm loops under my legs and he lifts me gently, my good arm going around his neck. He’s carried me like this about a million times in the years that we’ve been together, but for some reason, all I can think about is how he carried me (both of us slightly tipsy)  like this up to our hotel room after our wedding reception, and me laughing and telling him not to drop me or else I’d get our marriage annulled. I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory. 

I open them back up when I feel Chris setting me down on the end of the sofa and helping me get comfortable. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks nervously. 

“I’m okay. Can you just grab a couple pillows so I can put my leg up though?” 

He hits the button on the side of the couch for the foot rest to come up and slides a couple throw pillows under my leg. 

“Can I get you anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?” 

“I”m okay for right now. Can you go get Dodger though? I missed him like crazy.”

He smiles and goes to the bedroom to let the dog out, and a second later, I hear the sound of his nails clicking rapidly on the hardwood. 

“Hi, baby!” I exclaim, holding my arm out. 

“Dodge, be gentle, okay? Careful.” Chris warns. 

Dodger jumps up on the couch next to me and immediately snuggles into my side. Luckily enough, he’s on my good side so I can give him pets and belly rubs. 

“Mom’s going to be over in a few hours. She said she wanted to give us a little bit of time to get settled in and such. I’m gonna go and unpack our stuff and start some laundry. You have the remotes and your phone and charger nearby….if you need anything, just yell. Or tell Dodger to come get me.” 

“I will. I think I’m going to try and take a nap though, honestly. The trip home kind of took it out of me.”

“Okay.” He grabs a blanket from the back of the sofa and drapes it over me, dropping a kiss to my head before he leaves to go get started on unpacking our stuff. As he walks away, he stops to look back at me again, thinking to himself how it seems like it’s been a lifetime since the last time the both of us were in this house together, even though it’s only been about three weeks. As much as he wanted you back home, he never in a million years thought this would be how it happened. 

January 25th (23 days post accident)

“God, that feels nice.” I moan at the feeling of Chris’ fingers in my hair, massaging the shampoo in. 

“Why do you think I always beg you to wash my hair?” he says, smirking. I catch his use of the present tense, and try and think about how long it’s been since the last shower we took together before the accident. I’m damn near positive it was way different than the ones that have happened since I’ve been home, and probably ended in orgasms all around. 

“This is infinitely better than the showers in the hospital. The nurse who always used to do mine had long ass nails. I’m pretty sure one of them is still embedded in my brain somewhere.” 

He laughs as he rinses my hair with the detachable shower head. After working conditioner through my hair and helping me scrub myself down and even shaving my right leg and under my arms for me, he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist before grabbing another one to dry me off. I’m sitting on the toilet lid in my underwear while Chris smooths lotion on me, letting me do what I can reach with my good arm when I say his name softly. 

“Thank you.” I watch his eyebrow quirk up in confusion. 

“What for?”

“This. The- everything. When we got married, I bet you never imagined you’d have to help me shower and put on clean underwear and take me to go pee.”

He looks down as he continues to rub the lotion into my leg. “No, but I don’t think anyone goes in ever thinking about the worst case scenario where those things would ever come up. But that’s part of the deal, right? For better or worse? That covers everything; not just the good stuff. You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job.” 

“You could have just let my mom have her way and let them take me home.” I point out. 

He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not. For one thing, you and your mom would have ended up killing each other. And for another…..your head is giving you enough grief as it is right now, and being around her would have just made it worse. I couldn’t do that to you.” 

I see Chris reach for my shirt and groan, knowing how much it hurts my arm to put a damn shirt on. 

“How bad does it look?”

“Your arm?” 

I nod slightly and he sighs. “It’s still really raw and red. It’s going to fade, but it’s going to take some time. The doctor recommended some stuff that’s supposed to help with scars. Make them less visible over time.” 

“Can I see it?” I ask. 

“Are you sure?” he asks. I shrug a bit. 

He picks me up off the toilet seat and walks us in front of the bathroom mirror and turns so I can see my arm. I suck in a shuddering breath and close my eyes. It’s ugly. A roughly five inch or so vertical incision straight down my upper arm, red and raw and glaringly obvious. Even when it’s fully healed, it’s going to be ugly. 

“If you want, I can always talk to Josh. We can see if he can draw something up so you can cover it up once it’s fully healed.”

I nod as tears leak out of my eyes. Chris tilts my chin up. “It’s just a scar. It doesn’t define you and it’s not the end of the world. It doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” He pivots so my ass is sat on the bathroom vanity and once I’m settled, he pulls the shirt over my head, being gentle with  my arm, and then helps me into a clean pair of pajama pants. 

“You know, we’re actually getting kind of good at this.” he says as he carries me out of the bathroom and sets me down in our bed. 

“I hate that that’s something to brag about.” I tell him, rolling my eyes. “Although, I guess after doing the same thing day after day for a couple weeks, it’s to be expected. You don’t look quite as terrified now as you did the first time we did this.” 

February 2nd (one month post accident)

“I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner….I was in a pretty serious car accident a month ago and things have been a little hectic since then. I haven’t been cleared by my doctor to fly yet, so there’s no way we can make it out there. Mmmmhmmm. Yeah, the reservation is under Kelly Evans.” 

Chris walks into the kitchen and starts making himself a cup of coffee while I’m on hold with the resort to cancel the Valentines Day reservations I had made back in November. I had a solid plan that I had cooked up with Meghan and his team so he wouldn’t have anything scheduled for the three days I had booked at Post Ranch Inn, but then between finding out about the affair and the accident, my carefully made plan got blown straight to hell, leaving me feeling a little (lot) angry. 

“Okay. Thank you again for all your help. I’m sorry again for the late notice.” 

I end the call and toss my cell phone onto the island, irritation bubbling up inside me. 

“Who was that?” 

“Canceling the reservation I made for us for Valentines Day at Post Ranch Inn. I made it before I found out about you fucking someone else. That kind of took the romance out of it a little bit. Well, that and the fact that my body’s still mostly useless.” 

My newly (as of two days ago) uncasted leg starts itching to high hell under the walking boot and compression sock I have on, and I start the process of unstrapping the boot one handed so I can enjoy scratching my leg to my heart’s content. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Chris and the doctor’s faces when my cast was finally cut off and a fork, two pens, and a plastic ruler came tumbling out of it, all lost in my attempt to wedge something down there to scratch the itch. 

He sighs lightly and turns so his back is to the counter, giving me what I’ve coined his “kicked puppy look.” Most of the time, I feel guilty for whatever I said to make that look appear, but today I’m just too agitated to care. 

“Don’t give me that look. You do it every single time I mention the fact that you had sex with someone else. You know what you did. You don’t get to make that face and look like I just told you that Disneyland is closing down forever.”

He walks over to where I’m sitting with a sigh, and reaches to help me with the straps on my boot. “Can we not fight? Please? I know that there’s an ocean of stuff we have to work through, and I know none of this is easy…I just don’t want to fight with you.” 

“Just stop. I can do it myself. You know, just because I still need you to help with most of my basic human functions doesn’t mean that I necessarily like being around you all the time. You’re my husband and for some God forsaken reason, even though you did what you did, I still love you, despite me calling you a cheating shitbag in my head at least once a day. So, just leave me alone for a little while, okay? I was really excited about having this trip happen, and it all got blown to hell in a really magnificent fashion, so let me just sit here and be pissed off and sad about it.” 

He holds his hands up and backs away. “Okay. I can do that. Just, we have your doctor’s appointment at 2, so let me know when you need me to come help you get ready.” I look up at him and nod, spinning my phone on the table. He starts to walk away, but then turns back towards me. 

“You know, when the accident happened and you were out of surgery, I kind of went into crisis mode. I called my team and canceled everything, because I knew that you were going to need someone to be there for you and help take care of you until you were stronger. And I know that you have a million people that are in our lives that would drop everything and do that for you, because you’re amazing and everyone loves you so much. The parade of people that have come and gone through here since you’ve been home is proof of that. I kind of just took charge, because I didn’t know what else to do….and I don’t think I took the time to stop and ask myself if you even wanted it to be me, given everything that happened.”

“Chris….I did. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable having anyone else do it.” 

He nods. “I know that it’s hard for you to be around me sometimes. I know that you’re still angry, and hurt and upset and you have every right to be. I know we’re a mess, but once things settle down a little bit, we’ll get in to go see that therapist that Carly told me about, and we’ll start working through it. That is, if you still want to.”

“I do.”

A few hours later, we’re sitting in the waiting room of my gynecologist’s office, and Chris is just staring around the room at the posters on the wall, and occasionally glancing at the couple of pregnant women that are in the waiting room with us. 

“Why did you need to see her?” he asks softly. 

“I’m overdue for my annual exam, and since all I do lately is go to the doctor, I figured I should probably just get it out of the way.” It’s a half truth. Well, ⅓ truth. If the doctor was right about my hcG levels when I was in the hospital, I’m about six weeks pregnant, and it’s probably time to get official confirmation in black and white. And if I am, Chris deserves to be there to hear it. But first, he needs to get something done himself. 

The nurse comes by and hands us both a clipboard with paperwork on it, and Chris’ eyebrows raise. “Why do I get paperwork?”

The nurse clears her throat nervously and taps a section on the paperwork. STD test, with the works. She walks away to let us fill out the papers, and his eyes shoot to mine. 

“Really? I told you, I used a condom.” he whispers. 

“I don’t care. I need to see it for myself, for my own peace of mind.”

He’s called back first, and with a nervous swallow and a look back at me, he follows the nurse. I’m called back shortly after, and after blood work, urine test, and the internal exam, Chris is allowed back into the exam room to wait with me while the results come back. 

“You want to grab something to eat after this? You didn’t have much for breakfast earlier.” he asks. 

“Uh, yeah, I-” I’m interrupted by a knock on the door followed by Dr. Hartman coming back in. By the look on her face, I just know. 

“Congratulations, you guys are pregnant.”

Chris is lucky that there’s a chair right behind him, or he would have been in a world of pain. When I see him basically collapse into the chair, I get worried. 

“Mr. Evans, are you okay?” Dr. Hartman asks, reaching for his wrist to check his pulse. His face is a look of pure shock, like he can’t begin to comprehend what he just heard. 

“Chris?” I ask, my own emotions threatening to spill out despite knowing this was coming. I instantly feel bad for not giving him a heads up that this was a very real chance. His eyes find mine and we just stare at each other. 

“I’m okay. I just- it’s- are you sure?” he asks, his voice unsteady. The doctor steps away, seemingly convinced that a movie star isn’t going to drop dead of shock in one of her exam rooms. “The tests are extremely accurate, but I’m going to go ahead and do a transvaginal ultrasound so we can take a look. If you’re far enough along, we should be able to hear the heartbeat.” 

Since I’m still in the gown and haven’t gotten dressed yet, I lay back on the table and assume the position again as she pulls the ultrasound machine towards her. Chris gets up on unsteady legs and stands next to me, still looking shell shocked. 

“Okay, this is going to be a little uncomfortable. Just take a nice deep breath.” she warns. I do as she says, but I still make a face when the probe is inserted. Chris is torn between watching my face and wanting to see what’s happening on the screen. Me, I’m too afraid to look anywhere but his face. For as much trepidation as I’m feeling over this pregnancy, I’m overcome with the sudden fear that she’s going to find the baby and there’s not going to be a heartbeat, just like last time, and I honestly don’t know if I can go through that twice.

“There it is.” I hear from next to me. I watch as his eyes move from mine to the screen, seeing the tiny blob in the middle of my uterus with the little flicker in the middle. A heartbeat. I still can’t bring myself to look though. Dr. Hartman, who was the one who told me that I had miscarried and performed my D&C, senses my fear, and quietly hits a button on the machine. The sound is almost overwhelming as it fills the room. I have a crazy thought that it almost sounds like clothes in the washer as it’s agitating. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. My eyes snap to the screen, and I immediately bring my hand to my mouth and burst into tears. 

“From the size, it looks like you’re about six or seven weeks. Which is going to put the due date at about….” she stops to put some numbers into the computer. September 23rd, give or take.”

After printing off some pictures and leaving the room to let me get cleaned up and get dressed, we leave the office feeling a million different emotions. We’re both quiet on the drive home, both lost in thought. How many times have we wished for this? How many negative pregnancy tests have we seen and tossed angrily into the trash, tears threatening to spill. How many times did we say “It’s okay. It’ll happen. I know it.” only for it to happen during the worst period in our marriage? 

When we get home, I slowly waddle into the house, still enjoying the feeling of being able to (somewhat) walk instead of being chained to that damn wheelchair. I make my way to the back door to let Dodger out, passing Lisa, who’s watching both Chris and I with a curious, careful gaze. 

I feel him behind me as I turn on the tap, filling a glass with water and downing it almost all in one gulp. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly. He can see my hand trembling slightly as I hold the glass, and he knows he has to tread lightly. 

“In general? Or about the fact that we found out I’m pregnant in the middle of our personal shit storm?” 

“Both.” I drop my head. Truth be told, I’m exhausted. My arm is killing me, the nerve pain making burning pins and needles radiate over my whole arm. My leg is aching from being on it for an extended amount of time. 

I’ve been trying to roll it over and around in my head for weeks. What to do if I really did have the shittiest luck in the world, and I did end up actually pregnant in this situation. I keep coming back to the bad joke that my brother made the night I found out about Chris about me not having to deal with all of this while I was pregnant. 

“I don’t know if I can do this.” My voice is soft, but he hears it like I’m screaming it. “I don’t know if I can have this baby. I don’t know if my body can handle it, and I don’t know if I can handle it emotionally.” 

The words punch through him like a hit from a prize fighter. He knows exactly when it happened; the night that you had come over to get a dress from your closet and we had ended up defling quite a few surfaces in the house. There’s a good chance that our baby was conceived on the dining room table. 

“Are you talking about-” he can’t even bring himself to say the words. He KNOWS this the worst timing for this to happen. He KNOWS that no matter what, it’s your choice. But the thought of not having this baby with you almost brings him to his knees. 

My breath hitches. “Chris, look at us. Take a good look at me, at my body. I’m broken. I’m still recovering. I’d have to be monitored more closely to make sure that everything is okay. Because we don’t know if it will be.” The thought of finally getting everything I wanted with my husband and then not having it makes my chest hurt. 

“I’ve wanted kids with you since the moment you told me you loved me for the first time, and that I was it for you. I knew that you were going to be the father of my kids one day. But now, with everything, I don’t know if that’s the case anymore.” 

The tears are burning my eyes, and I can feel the sobs starting to build in my throat, and I know if I don’t get out of this room right now, I’m going to lose it. I’m pretty sure that Lisa heard at least part of our conversation, and I can’t talk about it anymore without losing my mind. I set my glass in the sink and silently make my way upstairs, thinking that two of the worst conversations I’ve had in my life have taken place in the kitchen that I loved. Now I can barely stand to be in it. 

[moonlight-yuyu]

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Taurus sun 6H

Gemini moon 8H

Taurus mercury 7H

Aries Venus 5H

Aquarius mars 3H

Scorpio rising

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University Majors

Sun in Taurus in the 6th House

Health and Wellness: Taurus in the 6th house suggests a strong connection to health, routines, and service. Majoring in fields like nutrition, health sciences, physical therapy, or occupational therapy could be highly fulfilling. These areas align with your practical approach and desire to help others through health and wellness.

Environmental Science or Agriculture: Taurus also has a connection to nature and sustainability. Consider majors related to environmental science, agriculture, or sustainable development. These fields allow you to work with the earth and contribute to its preservation.

Business Management: Your practical and reliable nature can also be well-suited for business management or administration. You might enjoy roles that involve organizing, planning, and improving systems.

Moon in Gemini in the 8th House

Psychology or Counseling: Gemini’s intellectual curiosity combined with the 8th house’s focus on transformation and deep emotional processes points to fields like psychology, counseling, or social work. You could excel in roles that require understanding complex emotional dynamics and facilitating personal growth.

Finance or Investments: The 8th house also relates to shared resources and financial matters. Majoring in finance, investment analysis, or financial planning might appeal to you, allowing you to delve into complex financial systems and strategies.

Research or Forensic Science: Gemini’s analytical skills and the 8th house’s focus on uncovering hidden information could lead you to fields like research or forensic science, where you can investigate and analyze data to uncover deeper insights.

Mercury in Taurus in the 7th House

Communication or Law: Mercury in Taurus suggests a methodical and practical approach to communication. Majoring in fields related to communication, law, or negotiation might be a good fit. You could thrive in roles that require clear, logical thinking and persuasive communication.

Diplomacy or International Relations: The 7th house’s focus on partnerships and relationships combined with Mercury’s communication skills points to diplomacy or international relations. You could be drawn to roles that involve negotiating and building relationships across cultures and organizations.

Venus in Aries in the 5th House

Creative Arts or Design: Venus in Aries and the 5th house’s association with creativity suggests a strong inclination towards the arts, design, or performance. Consider majors in art, graphic design, theater, or fashion, where you can channel your creative energy and bold ideas.

Sports Management or Physical Education: If you have a passion for sports or physical activities, you might be drawn to sports management, physical education, or related fields. These areas align with your energetic and competitive nature.

Mars in Aquarius in the 3rd House

Technology or Engineering: Mars in Aquarius indicates an innovative and forward-thinking approach, particularly in technology. Majoring in fields like computer science, engineering, or information technology could be highly satisfying, allowing you to work on cutting-edge projects and solve complex problems.

Communications or Media: The 3rd house’s focus on communication combined with Mars’ dynamic energy suggests careers in media, journalism, or digital content creation. You might enjoy roles that involve communicating ideas and engaging with a wide audience.

Career Paths

Sun in Taurus in the 6th House

Healthcare Professional or Administrator: Your practical and service-oriented nature could lead you to a career in healthcare or healthcare administration. Roles in physical therapy, nursing, or healthcare management might be fulfilling.

Sustainability Consultant or Environmental Manager: Working in sustainability or environmental management would allow you to combine your love for nature with practical problem-solving skills.

Moon in Gemini in the 8th House

Financial Analyst or Investment Advisor: Your ability to analyze complex information and your interest in financial matters suggest careers in finance or investments.

Psychologist or Therapist: If you’re drawn to understanding human behavior and emotions, a career in psychology or therapy could be highly rewarding.

Mercury in Taurus in the 7th House

Negotiator or Mediator: Your methodical communication style makes you well-suited for roles involving negotiation, mediation, or diplomacy.

Legal Professional: Careers in law, such as a lawyer or legal advisor, could be a good fit, allowing you to use your practical thinking and communication skills.

Venus in Aries in the 5th House

Creative Director or Performer: Your Venus in Aries and 5th house placement suggest a career in the creative arts. You might thrive as a creative director, performer, or in any role that allows you to express your creativity boldly.

Sports Coach or Fitness Trainer: If you’re passionate about physical fitness or sports, a career as a coach, trainer, or sports manager might be fulfilling.

Mars in Aquarius in the 3rd House

Tech Innovator or Software Developer: Your innovative thinking and interest in technology could lead you to a career in tech, engineering, or software development.

Journalist or Media Specialist: Careers in journalism or media, where you can use your dynamic communication skills and engage with diverse topics, might be highly satisfying.

Combining Your Strengths

Your chart suggests a career path that integrates creativity, analytical skills, practical problem-solving, and a drive for innovation. Consider roles that allow you to:

Combine creativity with practicality: Roles in design, media, or creative direction where you can implement practical solutions to creative challenges.

Work with technology and communication: Careers in tech, media, or communications that leverage your innovative thinking and strong communication skills.

Focus on service and helping others: Opportunities in healthcare, counseling, or finance where you can apply your practical skills and desire to make a positive impact.

Conclusion

Your chart indicates a diverse range of career possibilities that align with your practical, creative, and innovative nature. Whether you choose a path in healthcare, technology, finance, or the arts, you have the potential to excel in roles that allow you to blend your analytical skills, creative energy, and practical problem-solving abilities. Pursue careers where you can make a tangible impact, express your creativity, and work in dynamic and stimulating environments.

[peanutrat20]

you know how two people can experience the same thing but process it differently? well i have a very good example from my life

i have a very severe nut allergy. i put one in my mouth and i go through a long process of pain before i eventually stop breathing. i have never actually stopped breathing mind you but i have come close. and not every nut has the same effect but not for the same amount of time, with walnut and pecans being the worst and hitting immediately and pistachios being the least concerning and taking their time to kill me

the allergy has gotten worse over the years and i can't even be in the same room with them anymore without having a mild reaction, but if i get out of the roon i'm fine no medication required

now i try to at least mention it at some point to people around me so they know not to give me things that i'm allergic to. but sometimes it gets missed, or someone who knows doesn't realize they are giving me something dagerous

this is one of those times

so when i was in 8th grade so around 13 a friend came to school one day and had cookies for all their friends. which included me, now this friend baked at leaat a little bit and the cookies were chocolate chip which i'm used to having sans the walnuts because of my allergies and my mom being a baker so i accepted the cookie no questions asked

now i start eating this cookie and suddenly i am feeling the distinct itch of my allergies. so i turn to the friend who had given the cookie and asked if there were nuts in them

the friend told me they didn't know, but another friend pointed out that there was a walnut in their cookie. so i quickly and calmly informed them i am allergic to walnuts and i needed to get to the nurse

i got to the nurse took some bennedryl got my mom called and went home to crash on the couch

now the friend had at least partially walked me to the nurse increddibly appologetic. and i told them it was okay they didn't know and they were careful from then on

now fast forward four years and we are seniors in high school. i am in the chior and there is a concert after school one day so becausse i'm also in an art class i am hanging in the art room

enter the friend who at this point the last time we actually talked to each other was in 8th grade, they have a pottery based independant study and is here to do their end of year presentaition

after the presentation there is some chat between a bunch of people including me and somehow the topic goes to we all go out and get some cookies or something like that

this friend i haven't talked to in years just up and said "yeah but no nuts". and this floored me

because you see i had processed the experience as just another accidental allergy which happened a lot before i reached high school and we actually got my allergies tested

but this friend had apparently processed it as a trauma. they had tried to do something nice for friends and had almost killed me

and i told them after they said no nuts i was surprised they remembered that. and they said that of course they did

and that is the last time i talked to them

but i can garuntee, if i went up to them today and mentioned it

they would still remember

[killed-by-choice]

Dawn Ravenell, 13 (USA 1985)

Dawndalea Ravenell, who went by Dawn, most likely would have had a bright future. She was a 13-year-old musical prodigy on the honor roll at school. She loved to sing —especially gospel music— and sang with her school’s glee club. Her parents were the pastor and minister at their church and had a family singing group. With her love of music, Dawn was the lead singer. She had parents who loved her dearly and was very close to her family. She had 3 biological siblings and 2 adopted siblings. The family of 8 was very happy together. Dawn’s mother remembers that Dawn would help with the cleaning and helped take care of her younger siblings.

Up until her death, the only real issue between Dawn and her parents was her relationship with her steady boyfriend for the last part of her life. He was 15 years old. Mrs. Ravenell was concerned about their relationship, which seemed more serious than she would expect from a couple at that age, but Dawn thought her mother was being old-fashioned. Eventually, her parents dropped the subject because there didn’t seem to be any problems with the two teenagers.

But when she was in 8th grade, Dawn got pregnant. She was too embarrassed to tell her parents, so she turned to a school counselor. Under New York laws, the counselor was not even allowed to give a student an over-the-counter pain medication without written permission from their parents, but it was legal for the counselor to secretly arrange for a 13-year-old girl to have an abortion.

Dawn was 21 weeks pregnant when she and her boyfriend took the subway to an abortion facility called Eastern Women’s Center (EWC also killed Dawn Mack and Venus Ortiz). The young couple didn’t know the danger Dawn was in and did not have informed consent for the risks. They were two minors alone in New York City, their parents didn’t even know where they were and Dawn was about to have an invasive operation.

Dawn’s boyfriend used a relative’s credit card to pay the hundreds of dollars to the abortion facility. Apparently nobody cared that a teenage boy was using someone else’s credit card to pay for an operation. Even though Dawn was terrified, the abortionist inserted laminaria dilators and told the children to return the next day. When they did, the abortion facility didn’t bother to record her weight or age. Despite the fact that Dawn was 13 years old, they made her sign a consent form to be put under general anesthesia and have a second-trimester abortion. Dawn was also not told in advance not to eat or drink, which is crucial for anyone about to be put under general anesthesia. As attorney Thomas Principe suing for Dawn's estate, later told the jurors, "This child was just another piece (of meat) on the assembly line."

Dawn’s abortion began at 1:10. She was given only half of the anesthesia needed for a 10 to 15 minute operation. Only 5 to 7 minutes after the abortion started, Dawn woke up on the operating table.

The poor girl was terrified. Because she was not given any instructions on what to do before the anesthesia, her stomach was full. She choked on her own vomit, which aspirated into her lungs. The abortionists quickly gave her a higher dose of anesthesia and shoved a 75 cent plastic tube down her throat. It would later be discovered that body parts from Dawn’s baby were left inside of her after the abortion.

At 1:25, Dawn was placed in a recovery room and left completely unattended. Nobody even bothered to remove the plastic tube from her throat.

Soon, Dawn woke up again. She was once again left choking and gagging on the plastic in her throat and the stomach acid in her lungs. This time there was nobody there. The terrified 13-year-old choked on her own vomit, literally drowning in it. In the process, she suffered cardiac arrest and extreme brain damage from oxygen deprivation.

Eventually, a nurse noticed what was going on and called 911. It was much too late.

Dawn was rushed to the hospital and put on a respirator. Then she was transferred to St. Luke's Hospital, which contacted her family.

Dawn’s parents were never even told that she was pregnant until the hospital called them and told them that Dawn was in the ICU. The family rushed to see her. At St. Luke's they encountered Dawn's boyfriend, who was scarred for life and sobbing uncontrollably. The traumatized 15-year-old had not had any warning that Dawn could be killed.

Even though Dawn was placed on a respirator, it was too late to save her. She was brain-dead. After 18 days without the slightest response or brain activity, she was removed from her life support.

Her heartbroken family sued for Dawn’s painful death. The trial was painful for the Ravenells. One of the more horrible bits of trial testimony occurred when a lawyer cross-examining Klein(one of the abortionists), asked whether Dawn's age bothered the abortionist. Klein callously replied, "Oh, no. I've done 13-year olds before. When they're 10, maybe I'll notice."

Although the Ravenell family originally asked for a verdict in the amount of $1,000,000 against defendants Klein and Augente (the two abortionists who killed Dawn and her baby), the jury declared Dawn's death "an abomination," and returned a verdict of $1,225,000. Klein was held liable for 20% of the award and Augente for 80%. The jury award was also the highest amount ever won in the state of New York for a wrongful-death abortion case, eclipsing the previous record by more than a half million dollars.

Unfortunately, the trial judge felt the amount was excessive and reduced the award to just $400,000, which the bereaved parents decided to accept instead of enduring another trial. Unlike the abortion clinic itself, Klein and Augente both carried malpractice insurance and their insurers paid the damages.

Dawn Ravenell was killed by an abortion done without her parent’s knowledge or consent. Parental consent laws and restrictions on abortion could have saved this bright young singer from an excruciating death choking on her own vomit.

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // an upward climb.

everyone struggles sometimes.

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WARNINGS: discussions of ptsd / anxiety

SUMMARY: a chill creeps in as dog company and its accompanying nurses make their way to Southampton.

NOTES: if it seems like we’re moving through things fast — that is quite literally just because i don’t want to drag out and make each chapter one day’s events :) this is still very much a longfic regardless. just don’t need a million chapters of “and then they went here! here are 1k words of jeep dialogue!” ( but also providing moments of peace before market Garden hell )

On June 8th, she reached Normandy. Daisy remembers it well. She remembers the weight of the infantry uniform she and the other nurses had been wearing for the past two days. She remembers the partitions, meant to separate them from the infantry men also aboard the ship. The way the sea rocked beneath her feet and how cold and unforgiving the ocean had been when they got off the landing barges. There was shouting, lots of it, and the boat that had taken her and so many other nurses across the Channel was smoking on one side. They’d been hit with artillery. Her fingers, pruned by salt water, fumbled with a six-button fly.

This time there are no partitions, no too-big-jacket weighing her down, but she’s white knuckling the bar all the same as she stares out at the English Channel. That, and just as before, a letter weighs down her jacket pocket — narrowly avoiding a salt-watery fate. She remembers how, with an inexplicable urgency, she’d pulled it from her pocket, only to find the sealed envelope completely dry. Daisy didn’t know why she carried it then, and she still doesn’t have a good enough explanation for why she carries it now, but it almost feels like a disservice to part from it. Her mother always said Jesus couldn’t just put down his cross. Maybe this was a cross of her own.

It takes her ten seconds to realize that she’s searching for mines in the water, or geysers as a byproduct of German artillery. It takes her another five to accept that she will likely find neither.

Crosses and burdens aside, she takes the time to write back to her mother one of their nights below deck, and writes another letter for James. She sat on the suspended cot, trying her best to come up with some type of reply as the other women tittered away in soft voices. Rumors of promotions and parties swirled about while Daisy came up with ways to recount what had occurred while abiding by the military’s censoring protocols and not giving her family a heart attack in the process.

They didn’t have to dress as soldiers and keep their sex a secret from the men of Dog Company, but their officers made sure to keep the men and women above deck where they couldn’t slip away for a moment alone. So naturally, rumors about which officers gave into the very temptations they were trying to prevent tended to be a bit of a hot topic. She tries to contain her own cringes the few times she hears Speirs’ name thrown around in hypotheticals.

In the few times they catch each other, she attempts to be cordial enough — a smile in greeting, a wave. On one occasion, he gave her a stiff nod but otherwise very minimal acknowledgement. She couldn’t blame him. Beyond the rules being enforced, navigating any kind of conversation makes her head spin. Daisy quickly misses Eugene Roe and his brain-clearing small talk, or even Liebgott’s shouts from across the camp to provide ample distraction.

A warm hand clamps around her wrist gently, and surely enough Patty is beside her now, with a gentle smile on her face.

“You look a million miles off,” she observes. Daisy can’t deny it, so she just laughs, half-self-deprecating, and gives a shrug. The freckled woman just squeezes her wrist gently in reassurance, before letting it go entirely. “Something bothering you?”

She looks at the shorter girl, and gives Patty something of a wavering smile. She doesn’t even know how to begin to detangle this knot that had formed in the forefront of her thoughts — a muddle of memories and anxieties that she still doesn’t understand. So Daisy shakes her head, reaching over to give Patty a gentle shoulder squeeze.

“Just tired is all. You know I hate these boat rides,” Patty’s smile is sympathetic, and she nods understandingly, going back to leaning against the bar and staring out at the open sea.

“When we get to Southampton you should let me do your hair. For the promotion ceremony,” she shifts her gaze over to Daisy from her peripherals. “Been a while since we’ve had to get all dolled up, yanno? You should let me do it.”

“So it’s true then? We’re coming back to a party? You must be excited.” Patty tries to contain her smile nonetheless. Shy as she could be, Daisy was no stranger to watching Patty dance in the few pubs they frequented in England. She seemed to light up a bit whenever there was a proper crowd, even if one-on-one conversations could leave her floundering.

“A little bit.” she admits. Daisy notes how her cheeks seem to flush at the observation all the same.

“Sure, you can do my hair. Just try not to chastise me too much for whatever knots I’ve got, okay?” Patty giggles at the idea, but secedes to Daisy’s request all the same.

Daisy pries herself from the bar, looking back towards the combined clamor of Dog Company and nurses alike. Maybe idle chatter would do the job of suppressing the chill creeping into the edges of her mind — at any rate, staring at the ocean in search of something that likely won’t appear isn’t doing her any good, so she dismisses herself from the girl’s company to make her way towards the larger swell of voices, seeking out the company of her Captain or maybe get herself wrapped up in one of Rita’s schemes.

They go through the rest of their day — anticipating a warm welcome in Southampton tomorrow. The women are handed their rations first, and then the men. She doesn’t see Speirs at all, not that she’s necessarily looking. Afterward, they turn in for the night on their respective sides of the ship, and with no letters to write, all Daisy can do is stare at the ironclad ceilings, half-listening to idle chatter and hope that the ship will rock her into a dreamless slumber.

But the chill that she’s been staving off all day, seems to come back with a vengeance as she shuts her eyes. Which isn’t an uncommon occurrence.

She’s standing in the cold waters of Normandy. And of course, there are bodies — men who didn’t make it to shore, their corpses bloated by saltwater. And it’s loud in her ears — the explosions, the groan of metal as vehicles try desperately to make it to shore. Behind her she watches as a DUKW seems to sink into the sea with all of its men left scrambling. Ahead of her, they shout at her to keep moving. She glances at her hands, and they’re covered in crimson.

She doesn’t know whose blood it is. She can’t even move her feet — too weighed down by the uniform.

Around her artillery and mines go off and she knows that if she doesn’t move now, she could likely be blown to bits, but still, she doesn’t move.

The explosions creep closer and closer, till she feels the spray of the saltwater, and then—

She opens her eyes, takes in a sharp breath.

It’s almost pitch black. Daisy can hear the soft, even breaths of sleeping women, the groan of the ship as it sways. That’s been a recurring nightmare of hers, since she first put her head down on German soil. She wondered when the half-alive men of Normandy and Carentan would make their own appearances in her dreams. Goosebumps tighten her skin, and hair sticks to her neck with a thin layer of sweat. She reaches for her bag, which had been tucked on one side of her cot, and rummages through it until she finds her standard issue lighter. Grabbing it, she hops down from the bunk, careful not to make a sound.

If anyone of importance asks, she’ll say she was on her way to the bathroom.

Instead, she finds herself in the empty room they’ve been calling a “mess hall”, its lights casting a dim orange glow, and she sits at an empty table, putting her head in her hands as she tries to calm her racing heart.

Her father deals with far worse than this — screaming fits, trouble sleeping, panic attacks when fireworks go off — but she doesn’t want to think about her father. She doesn’t want to think about anything, to be honest, so she opens the lighter and closes it repeatedly, focusing on the gentle click of metal, the gentle whoosh of a flame lit. It doesn’t do much.

Caught up in her ministrations, she doesn’t notice someone has entered the room until she hears the clearing of a throat. Daisy opens her eyes, and her gaze shifts upward. Speirs stares down at her — his face unreadable.

“You’re not supposed to be out here.”

“Are you gonna tell on me?”

There’s a sharp exhale from him, his expression doesn’t change as he sits down — a bit away from her, but not obscenely so, looking at her lighter with piqued interest.

“Guess not,” following his gaze, she holds it out to him.

“Do you need a light?” He shakes his head.

“I quit— trying to, anyway.” The laugh that comes out of her mouth is short, breathy, and trembling. She doesn’t even mean for it to slip out, but in trying to stave off her thoughts of mines and artillery, she forgets her filter. He doesn’t seem to take offense, which is enough for her.

“Since when?” Speirs shrugs halfheartedly, looking up at the ceiling then back to her.

“Last year.”

“I guess all this,” Daisy makes a circular gesture, “isn’t really helping then, huh?” Speirs’ shoulders jerk in what she thinks might be a chuckle, he looks down and his head shakes.

“No, it isn’t,”

Even when they were teenagers, he had been a smoker, although he’d kept it under wraps then. It was never bad enough to prevent him from doing sports, never clinged to his clothes or yellowed his teeth. But whenever he was especially stressed out, it wasn’t rare to find Ronnie in some alleyway, cigarette between his fingers and smoke escaping his lips. He managed to keep it a secret from his mother until he’d turned twenty — he knew how much she hated the habit.

“You’re gonna kill that lighter if you keep flicking it like that.” he observes. Daisy’s gaze moves from her lighter, back to him as she sets it down, immediately going to grip the hem of her shorts with trembling fingers. What she wants to say is something snarky, something about how they don’t get fidget toys in the Nurse Corps, but she doesn’t say that.

“You’re right,” she settles on, clenching her jaw and focusing on a spot on the wall. Maybe if she forgets he’s there, he’ll go away, or won’t pay any mind to her chest which is rising and falling too prominently to go unnoticed otherwise. Maybe she’ll just leave herself, actually hide in the rocking bathroom or back to the eerie quiet of the bunks. Maybe—

His knee bumps against hers in an almost practiced manner, and Daisy wonders when he inched closer to her on the bench. She turns her head, and stares at him. It’s too dark to make out the colors of his eyes — ones that she used to know so well. But she recognizes the furrow of his brow, the way Speirs’ eyes are searching her. Speirs? Or is this Ronnie? Is it both? She isn’t sure. But she recognizes the rough calluses of his fingers as his hand curls over the back of her own. She lets go of her shorts.

He doesn’t lace their fingers or squeeze or do anything to indicate that it’s more than what it is, but the warmth of his hand is familiar, and Daisy doesn’t pull away from it. She has to pry her eyes away from his gaze — relocating that spot on the wall. She’s got no filter, trying to focus on that grip, that warmth. She doesn’t dare turn her palm up.

“When did they start for you?” It’s a quiet question. For a second, she doesn’t think he heard her. Maybe he, thankfully enough, doesn’t know what she’s talking about. The silence between them isn’t uncomfortable this time.

“After Bloody Gulch.”

Daisy has to contain herself from reacting audibly or otherwise.

Speirs, with dirty bandages around his head and his knee. Speirs, who couldn’t just stay on his cot and heal. Speirs, putting bags of plasma in a box after she dropped it in shock. Speirs, alone, in a cot, with wounded men, snapping his eyes open already because of what he’s seen, and the unease in the air. They’d only been at war, truly, for a little over a month. But how many times has he needed someone to bump his knee? To grip his hand even if he can’t hold it back?

How many times has she denied him that kindness?

And why was he giving it to her now, when she hardly deserved it?

Daisy finds herself looking back at him, giving him a wavering smile. She can tell just by the way it pulls on her face that it’s not too dissimilar from the one she gave Patty earlier that day.

“I think you’re gonna need my lighter more than I am.” It’s a joke in poor taste, but still he laughs, in that half-cynical way someone does when they know there’s a semblance of truth to the statement.

“You’re the medical professional, aren’t you supposed to be discouraging that kind of thing?”

“You didn’t listen to me before, I really doubt you’re gonna start listening to me now.” She used to chastise him for the habit, and he’d wave it off dismissively. Sometimes, when she caught him and James doing something they weren’t supposed to, she could squeeze some change out of them to buy her silence.

As if he knows what she’s thinking — which he just might — he lapses into another hushed laugh, one that he shares with her as she shakes her head.

“You might be right.”

“Might be? I am right.”

“Now you’re pushin’ it, Clarke.”

Daisy smiles — mildly self-serving. While Speirs isn’t necessarily beaming, she doesn’t miss the twitch of a lip as he rolls his eyes at her. And for a moment, she forgets. Forgets that they haven’t seen each other in a year. That she bears that last letter like a cross, his parting words unknown to her. She forgets they even exist. It’s familiar territory — familiar in the way of an old street you used to walk down every day, even if you don’t anymore. You never really forget the cracks in the sidewalk you used to avoid, cars always parked on the street.

She’s smiling at him for a few seconds too long, looks down, and watches as his fingers unfurl slowly, releasing her hand from his grip. Chill effectively staved off, for the time being.

“Thanks,” she musters, and he doesn’t pry on what she’s thanking him for. Daisy stands up, and his eyes follow her for a moment longer.

“You don’t need me to walk you back, do you?” he inquires, and she shakes her head. She can’t be sure if it’s sincere or another jab. She opts for the latter.

“No, none of that. Appreciate it though,” She watches as he reaches for her lighter, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. Daisy smiles again, rolling her eyes as he lights it, giving her a pointed look as if to say Not a word. Whatever comments she thinks of, she keeps them to herself as she makes her way to the door. “Goodnight, Speirs,” she isn’t sure if he replies, because she slips away probably before he can.

At the very least — she’s found the answer to one question, one string removed from the muddled knot.

[ykintsaiwfml]

Post #6:

October 8th, 2023 - 5:53pm

So I went on a first date with E last night and bro we stayed out talking till freakin 7 in the morning, and I got to his house at like 7:20pm-ish. Basically a whole ass shift lmfaooo but anyways, he was really cool. We talked the entire time with some obvious lulls here and there (duh) but otherwise it was actually a really good time. He was a gentleman, opened all my doors, paid for everything (and it was lowkey a lot of stuff: dinner, cookies, hi-chew, drinks at the brewery, 2/3 rounds of Kava; so I bought one of the Kava rounds lmao), was super engaged in the conversation and knew how to freakin hold one, and he was super sweet and respectful. Big purrrrr. We talked about literally saauuuurrrr many things I wouldn't even be able to like list it lmfao but he was super open and honest which luvvv that obviously. He told me I wasn't sharing as much which made me crack tf up because I already know that's one of my "issues" but it's also like sir this is the first date pls hold, I'll open up more when we spend more time together. Anyways, I don't think we would have even left when we did if I didn't say anything cause this mans was not gonna be the one. I already knew but I just wanted to see HAHAHA. I also gave him sauuuurrrr many opportunities for him to make a move like kissing wise or even to hold my hand and it took that man 5+ hours to grab my hand but I basically PUT MY HAND IN HIS HAND HAHAHAH and then he interlocked our fingers. But its okay, but I was also like sirrrrrr come on nowwww I was being unreal OBVIOUS. Then when we drove back to my car he got out (which I loved cause I honestly didn't think he was going to cause we were switching spots) to walk me to my door and open it for me ugh I'm such a sucker for that shit lmfao. And then we hugged goodbye for a lil minute and then he kissed me hehehehe and it was a coo lil short mini kiss sesh. Did I feel anything during this kiss? No. Was it too short to feel anything from it? Yes. Was I also tired as hell so probably my nerves shut off? 100%. Would I go out with him and kiss him again? Absolutely.

I also lowkey feel myself expecting shit from him now. And I literally cannot expect what I'm expecting from him because hello miss girl this is literally brand spanking new. And not like materialistic expectations but like communication expectations and like emotional expectations. And I always freakin do that shit when I start talking to someone new and it goes really well. Like girl STAND TF UPPPPPP!!! Like bro he literally just stayed out alllllllllllllllllllll night with you it's 100000000% okay if he doesn't text you today. I cannot expect him to, not everyone thinks the same way I do. Except a lot of the times I was thinking something in my head or about to say it, he literally would say EXACTLY what I was thinking. But back to the topic at hand lmao, and he literally told me that he likes when the other person has a life outside of him (which obviously I do and would but uhm sir I like my men clingy and obsessed with me pls and thank youuuuuu hahahaha).

Anyways, I really wanna go back to therapy but bro who tf is gonna pay for that shit. It's so expensive and also I'm too lazy to look for a cheaper option. So venting and processing shit on here or in my journals or to my friends is the way I'm going cause pls wait till I have nurse money thanks lol

ykintsaiwfml

(also I just remembered what tf that ^ stands for HAHAHA wow duh)

6:37pm

[blueby6]

Nurse recruitment agency in Palakkad

Exciting Opportunity for B.Sc. and GNM Nurses to Work in Saudi Arabia! Are you a qualified B.Sc. or GNM nurse looking to take your career to the next level? This is your chance to work at a renowned medical facility in Saudi Arabia with highly competitive salaries and comprehensive benefits. Specialized Medical Center (SMC) is offering an amazing opportunity for nurses with at least 1-2 years of experience to work in one of the most dynamic and rewarding healthcare environments.

Position: B.Sc. & GNM Nurses

Location: Saudi Arabia

Salary Range: ₹90,000 - ₹1,15,000+ (Plus overtime & hospital allowances)

Direct Client Interview: o Bangalore: 5th October 2024 o Cochin: 7th & 8th October 2024

Direct Hospital Visa: You will be working directly under a hospital contract in Saudi Arabia, offering you job security and a clear employment pathway.

Competitive Salary: With a salary range between ₹90,000 to ₹1,15,000+, along with overtime and additional hospital allowances, this opportunity promises excellent financial compensation.

Immediate Departure: Successful candidates will have the opportunity to depart immediately after all formalities are completed. Working as a nurse in Saudi Arabia offers numerous benefits beyond just competitive salaries. Healthcare professionals in Saudi Arabia experience: If you're interested in this incredible opportunity, now is the time to act! Direct client interviews are scheduled as follows:

Bangalore: 5th October 2024

Cochin: 7th & 8th October 2024 To register for the interview and begin your application process, send your CV to nursejobs4u@gmail.com or contact the provided phone numbers for more information:

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[venkateshwara-group1998]

Shri Venkateshwara University hosted an on-campus placement drive wherein 27 students got jobs.

Shri Venkateshwara University/VGI Meerut conducted an on campus placement drive wherein reputed Korean company PICL shortlisted 27 students.

Over 300 diploma engineering students from Gajraula & Meerut campus took part & after several rounds of selection process, the company selected 27 candidates.

The company officials, along with the College management, gave them offer letters.

These students will join as Junior Engineers from the coming July 8th. They were elated after getting jobs in these crunch times.

Till date, we have placed over 1780 students in one academic session.

The Venkateshwara Group Founder President, Dr Sudhir Giri, along with the Pro Chancellor, Dr Rajeev Tyagi, congratulated the selected candidates and wished them a bright future.

The Venkateshwara Group Founder President Dr Sudhir Giri, Pro Chancellor Dr Rajeev Tyagi & the newly appointed VC Dr Krishna Kant Dave inaugurated the event by lighting a lamp to Goddess Sarasvati.

The Company HR Manager Mr. Akhilesh Yadav, Asst. Manager Mr. Vikram Singh & the Placement Officer Mr. Anil Jaiswal joined them to unveil the PICL Campus Placement drive.

The Venkateshwara Group Founder President Dr Sudhir Giri reiterated through quality education & skill development the Venkateshwara students are writing their success stories all over the world.

We are committed to offer excellent, stable & secure career to our students.

Even during recession & the Corona pandemic there are plenty of job opportunities for skilled professionals in engineering, IT, management & commerce domains.

Taking inspiration from the honorable PM’s Skill India Digital India schemes, the country is fast progressing on the path of development.

Engineering has emerged as the 2nd largest employment generator, as there are lakhs of job opportunities for the technically skilled graduates in India & abroad. Our students of engineering, management & business studies are working in top positions all over the world.

The Pro Chancellor Dr Rajeev Tyagi announced through quality education and best industrial exposure, we have placed over 1780 students in one academic session alone.

These students from engineering, agriculture, commerce, management, paramedical, nursing & healthcare sectors are enjoying a stable & respectable career.

The VC Dr Krishna Kant Dave affirmed Shri Venkateshwara University’s school of Engineering, school of IT & management will be developed as a Centre of Excellence.

Those present included the Group CEO Mr. Ajay Shrivastava, Registrar Dr Piyush Pandey, Placement Officer Dr Anil Jaiswal, Dean of Engineering Dr Ashutosh Singh, Dr Rajesh Singh, Dr Sarvanand Sahu & Dr Divya Girdhar.

IT Head Mr. Vishal Sharma, T&P Manager Mr. Saurav Mitra, Consultant Mr. R.S. Sharma, Maroof Chaudhary Dr Sachan, Dr Charu Agarwal, Arun Goswami, Dr Vivek Sachan were all present.

The Meerut Campus Director, Dr Pratap Singh, was present along with the Media Incharge, Mr. Vishwas Rana, among others.

The heartiest thanks to team media for excellent news coverage. Special thanks to Dr. Rajeev Tyagi Pro Chancellor Shri Venkateshwara University/Institute Gajraula, Meerut UP. 

[dreamwatch]

Boring personal shit: weight loss surgery, rambling and long.

I don’t know if I've mentioned it here before or not, but I’ve been accepted for weight loss surgery. The process kicked off in Nov 22, and so far I've hardly progressed, but that's to be expected, it's very slow and you have to see so many different specialists. The frustration is that there is no clear list of who you have to see, and no one to contact. Don't call us, we'll call you kind of deal.

I had an appointment with the bariatric endocrinologist scheduled for January and it was cancelled the week before. And I've been waiting and waiting, and then in the end I got cheeky and I emailed the only person in the bariatric team that I had contact details for, the bariatric dietician. It was actually her that got that appointment booked in the first place. It's not in her remit so I didn't really expect anything but god bless her she replied and chased it up and 2 days later I get a notification to say I've got an appointment for the 8th May!

I'm hoping that I don't need to have many more of the specialist appointments. Over the last year I've actually had unconnected appointents with the respsiratory and cardialogy departments, and I'm hoping any of the tests I had there will be sufficient. But we'll see.

Apparently every surgeon, and every hospital or PCT over here, has their own criteria for specialists you need to see - the standard is dietitican, cardoliogist, respiratory, endicronolgy, but it does seem to change from hospital to hospital. I'm pretty sure I will need to see the psychologist because of the good old bipolar and anxiety, but I'm not too concerned as it's been very well managed for several years.

Only after you have seen all of these specialists, and they sign you off as ok for surgery, can you join the surgeons own waiting list. At the time I spoke to the bariatric nurse (a very unpleasant woman who spent 20 minutes telling me how awful everything was in what I assume was an attempt to weed out time wasters) I was told his list was around 8 months, but that was a year ago. But it is what it is, and I can't afford to pay to do it privately so.

As frustrating as all of the waiting has been, I think it has at least given me time to really process it and be more confident in my decision. It enrages me when people say it's the easy way out, you have absolutely no idea what a massive deal this is. It doesn't stop at the surgery, the impact of the surgery is felt for life; it's a tool, not a solution. The NHS isn't paying thousands of pounds for people to have this surgery just because they're too lazy to eat salad and go for a run. For thousands, obesity is a disease and not something that can be overcome by dieting alone. I've been stressed and continually questioning whether I want to do this, but I do think I'm at the other side where the benefits outweigh the risks.

I've never been thin. Never. I can't even imagine being able to buy clothes that didn't come from a plus size store. To buy shoes and clothes because you like them, not because they're the only ones that fit.

It's scary shit all of it. I'm neck deep in online communities getting as much information as possible, and every day I read something else that makes me think 'am I making the right decision?' but I think I am.

If anyone read all that - fucking kudos to you! 😂

[penandprompt]

April 8th: Draw a Bird Day

Literary: Write a mystery story about a character who discovers an old sketchbook filled with intricate drawings of birds. As they delve into the sketchbook's origins, they uncover a surprising connection to their family's history.

Contemporary: Describe the life of an artist who embarks on a journey to create a series of bird drawings, each representing a different aspect of their personal journey and emotions. Explore the artist's creative process and the stories behind each bird.

Adventure: Craft a tale about a group of birdwatchers who embark on an expedition to a remote island known for its diverse bird species. As they document the birds they encounter, they also uncover unexpected mysteries about the island's history.

Historical Fiction: Set your story during a time of war and follow a nurse or doctor who maintains a diary filled with bird drawings to provide comfort and solace to wounded soldiers. Detail the impact of these drawings on the soldiers' spirits.

Contemporary: Create a story where participants from diverse backgrounds and artistic abilities come together for a bird drawing competition. The event brings people closer and showcases the beauty of diverse interpretations of birds.

Fantasy: In a fantasy world, describe an enchanted aviary where the birds are brought to life through drawings. Write about a character's adventure within the aviary, where they must navigate challenges to save a magical bird.

Literary: Write from the perspective of a bird who is fascinated by human art. The bird watches an artist at work and is inspired to create its own drawings, offering a unique view of the artistic process.

Contemporary: Describe an exchange program that pairs artists from different countries to collaborate on a mural featuring birds from both of their cultures. Explore the cultural exchange and the challenges they face in merging their artistic styles.

Children’s Fiction: Write about a character who receives a mysterious gift—a magical bird feather that brings their bird drawings to life. Explore the consequences and adventures that follow.

Contemporary: Detail the life of a therapist who uses bird drawing as a therapeutic tool to help clients express their emotions and heal. Share the transformative stories of individuals who find solace in their newfound artistic outlet.

Historical Fiction: Set in the 1940s, a character stumbles upon a diary filled with bird drawings and embarks on a journey to uncover the stories of the soldiers and artists who contributed to the diary during the war.

Journaling: Reflect on a time in your life when you found solace or joy in a simple artistic act, such as drawing or coloring. Describe the emotions and memories associated with that creative experience.

Journaling: Consider the power of art and creativity in your life. Write about how the act of drawing or creating something has brought you comfort, happiness, or a sense of connection to others. Reflect on the role of creativity in your well-being.

[sumukhabangalore]

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Quality Assurance: Sumukha undertakes regular training sessions for all our staff and nurses just to ensure they are updated with the new processes and methodologies taking place in the medical field.

Pre-Employment Health Check and Background Verification: At Sumukha, we ensure all our nurses undergo a pre-employment health check on a regular basis. Sumukha home nursing also follows a stringentpolice verification process as a part of the background check. 

Personal Care: We at Sumukha are more devoted to the health of your loved ones. We understand that each patient is different and so are the requirements. That is the reason Sumukha provide you with individual care and attention that caters to your needs.

So if you want to give your loved ones the best home nursing services, then think of Sumukha. Sumukha provides care and companionship to your loved one while you are away.

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[nelprokopowiczcas]

Service - for my service i will teach 8th grade students and prepare them for exams. I contacted the school nurse which said that they need help for Ukrainian kids to revise the material. they have trouble with the material from previous grades. The nurse offered me three subjects to teach, math english and polish. i picked maths and i teach two boys on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school. My goal for this service is to help them achieve good scores in their exams and along with the process give back to the community. As an older student it is my duty to help younger kids to gain knowledge. I believe that this service is very fit for me since i dont have to trouble far and it does not interfere with my own schedule. I am writing this part of my declaration so far a little over due and so far i can see that we have made great progress and im looking forward to developing the kids more since there is still a lot of room for progress.

[medlyfe]

Intern update

Going into my 8th week, including orientation.

2 weeks of pure orientation was too much information and not enough at the same time. I really like my group of coresidents! And I feel settled into my new home, which is nice. I have experienced several aspects of curriculum and using this to mark my first thoughts.

Clinic: I feel lost in the sauce. I like patient interactions and feel a lot of reward helping people with their problems but the time crunch to see patients, precept and figure out the EMR is stressful.

Palliative 2 week rotation. I liked it. Good first 2 weeks to build confidence and learned how to approach difficult conversations.

Inpatient service: Not a fan. Very exhausting mornings with boring afternoons. The medicine is fun, but politics are disheartening. I didn't feel reward at all.

Nursing home rounds: 2 so far. I really like these mornings. We go as a resident team with attending, round on anyone who needs to be seen at a local nursing home. I like the complexity without pressure of the hospital.

Prenatal clinic: Only one so far. I liked my time. I realized I don't know the timeline for when testing is needed very well. But I enjoyed working with pregnant individuals and using the ultrasound.

Overall ok, I struggle with imposter syndrome and feelings of inadequacy. Still enjoying the process tho.

[visagurukul012]

Vocational Courses To Take Your Career On A Next Level

 Well, if you are someone who believes in a practical approach towards career instead of rote learning or bookish knowledge then vocational courses are something made for you! Hence, find out what vocational courses you can consider to gain a particular skill set. 

Sounds good? Make sure to check: Merchant Navy Courses

What Is A Vocational Course? 

Unlike the traditional courses such as, B.A, B.Tech, vocational courses are more targeted at employability and developing particular skills for a specific sector. Hence, it is a better choice for students who do not wish to pursue 4-year study programs instead they are willing to get their hands on work. 

Benefits Of Vocational Course 

There are numerous benefits of vocational training and courses. Hence, let’s discuss them one-by-one. 

Pocket-Friendly 

Skill-oriented training

Get jobs faster 

Practical skill-set 

Flexible and Short 

Targeted at particular sector 

Gain Problem-solving skills 

Analytical in nature 

Job Security 

No More rote-learning 

Vocational Course After 8th 

Hand Embroidery 

Tailor Training 

Solar Energy Technician

Carpentry 

Book Binding 

Automotive Service Technician

Plumber Engineering 

Bakery and Confectionery

Welding Technology

Typewriting (Hindi/English)

Also, check: Join Indian Army

Vocational Course After 10th 

Stenography (Hindi/English/ Urdu) 

Word Processing

Oyster-Mushroom Production Technology

Typewriting Hindi/English/ Urdu 

Dress Making

Plant Protection

Manufacture Footwear

Fruits and Vegetable Processing

Electro-Plating

Catering Management

Hotel Front Office Operations

Food Processing

Soil and Fertilizer Management

Draughtsman (Mechanical Engineering) 

Draughtsman (Civil Engineering) 

Motor Diver

Pump Operator

Fitter Engineer

Commercial Art

Information Technology & ESM Engineering

Refrigeration Engineering

Vocational Course After 12th

Computer Application

Journalism & Media Management

Stenography 

Accounting 

Poultry Farming 

Bakery & Confectionery 

Dairy 

Nursing 

Beautician 

Hospitality & Service Industry

Tour & Travels Management 

Diet & Nutrition

Catering & Hotel Management

Small & Medium Enterprises

Translation & Foreign Languages 

Fashion Design 

Interior Design

Digital Marketing

Animation & VFX 

Tax Practice and Procedure

Foreign Trade and Practices

Branding & Advertising

Communication and IT

Cinematography

Multimedia

Counseling Psychology

Jewellery Design

Acting & TV Production

Jobs After Vocational Courses

There are several jobs that one can pursue after completion of their vocational course. Howere, it depends on the course you have pursued. But here are some of them! 

Beautician 

Fashion designer 

Graphic Designer 

Marketing Expert 

Commercial Pilot 

Nutrition 

Nurse 

Computer Technician 

Electrical Repairman 

Mechanic 

Driver 

Chef 

Animation or VFX Artist 

Software Developer 

Event Manager 

Retail Manager 

Stenographer 

Optometrist

Accountant 

Recruiter 

Enjoying it? Why not try: Best Engineering Courses

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BENEFITS OF SUMUKHA HOME NURSING SERVICES • Home nursing services reduce the number of visits to the hospital. • Home nursing promotes good health, healing and overall happiness to the patients since they are within their comfort zone. • Apart from giving nursing care to the patients, home nursing also includes tasks like helping with household chores, cleaning, feeding, etc. • Healthcare at home provides peace of mind to both the patient and their families. • It helps to soothe and relax the stress level involved with the aging process. • Healthcare at home offers easy visiting hours for friends and families when compared to hospitals that have restrictions with visiting timing. • Home nursing renders high-caliber hospital-level care to the patients in the comfort of their homes. The benefits of healthcare at home are innumerable with safety, affordability, and comfort topping the list of patient requirements. Sumukha home nursing services in Bangalore are among the most prudent choices a senior or a disabled patient can make for their health care need. To know more about Sumukha and its healthcare at-home services, kindly do call us on our Toll-Free 1800-212-9707. You can also visit our site at https://homenursingservices.in/

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Our Business Profile: Name: Sumukha Home Nursing Services in Bangalore, since 2001 Address: Sumukha Facilitators Pvt Ltd, No. 477, 45th Cross Rd, 8th Block, Jayanagar, Bengaluru, Karnataka 560070

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