#Pia Medical

[piamedical]

The Rising Demand for CT Scans: Challenges & Innovations

The healthcare industry has witnessed a sea change; the diagnostic landscape is evolving with growing demand and technological advancement. Medical imaging plays a pivotal role in early diagnosis and treatment planning and is used across various specialties, fostering market demand. Post-pandemic chronic diseases are on the rise. Hence, hospitals are experiencing a rise in imaging volume, resulting in delays and increased waiting time.

Growing Demand for CT Scans

According to reports, “the global computed tomography (CT) scanners market size was valued at USD 6.97 billion in 2023 and is projected to grow from USD 7.34 billion in 2024 to USD 11.92 billion by 2032, exhibiting a CAGR of 6.3% during the forecast period (2023-2032)”.

Technical proficiency is paramount in diagnostic imaging. Hospitals and medical centers are finding it difficult to meet the growing demand for medical imaging as they are experiencing workforce and equipment shortages. Healthcare professionals are largely outsourcing medical imaging and post-processing services to reduce competition for CT scans. AI integration has greatly contributed to catering to the growing market demand, enabling healthcare providers to focus on patients and reducing turnaround times.

Computed topography enhances patient care with non-invasive procedures, minimizing discomfort and contributing to a holistic patient-focused approach. People living in remote areas don’t have access to quality care, and economic disparities are rising, which strongly contributes to inequality in access to health services. Based on reports, healthcare centers have relatively low staff catering to patient demand. On average, 2 CT technicians are deployed on performing sites, resulting in delays and longer wait times.

Conclusion

Leading companies like Precision Image Analysis (PIA Medical) are at the forefront, offering comprehensive solutions catering to the growing demand for CT. Leveraging high-end technology, sophisticated software tools and extensive industry knowledge, we focus on improving patient care while streamlining and standardizing operations. PIA empowers clinicians with flexible solutions facilitating collaboration with better and faster medical image post-processing.

At PIA Medical, we specialize in cardiac, vascular, and neuro, offering world-class imaging and post-processing services at affordable prices. We offer cardiac image interpretations from top physicians as well as remote MRI operation capabilities.  We help healthcare professionals enhance overall efficiency and cater to larger patient volumes. Get in touch with us for personalized assistance.

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia,

I just wanted to say you are an inspiration to me. I'm in my twenties and also struggling with an insane amount of health issues with new ones constantly popping up, which makes me feel like I will never be able to do anything with my life. Except maybe for writing, because I can do that in my bed and I love escaping into fictional worlds.

I don't know much about your life except what you share in the author's notes, but knowing that you're living life out there and writing these amazing stories despite all your health issues gives me hope. Unfortunately I live in the US, so it's easy to fall into a spiral of doom, but maybe I can be like you one day. The choices you make every day to keep pushing forward, keep doing things that make you happy, is what makes me believe that it's possible for me to keep going, too.

Hiya anon,

Health issues suck, don't they? I started my Crappy Pokemon Collection of Chronic Health Issues in my teens but I remember I really started to get concerned in my 20s when it just kept happening. And kept happening. I think there's a sadness/grief and depression and anger that comes with that too, and a fear.

For what it's worth, science comes up with new medications all the time, new discoveries, new breakthroughs. I have started medications that have helped some issues I've had for 25 years, thinking they'd just progressively get worse. And to be fair, some of my issues do progressively get worse, and I do have new chronic illnesses or chronic or stupid health things come up fairly frequently. And as I'm sure you know, maintenance and surveillance and chasing this shit up is its own job and labour that is extremely thankless.

But outside of that, there is a great radical activism in simply being kind to yourself, loving yourself, trying hard not to see yourself as wrong in the world, as still deserving to take up your space, no matter how much that changes over time.

I have loved ones in my life who spend most of their time in their bed (and otherwise in a wheelchair), all in their 40s/50s, all who have rich lives filled with loved ones. That doesn't mean they're not sad sometimes, or not frustrated with an ableist world (especially around how quickly everyone gave up on us), but it does mean when everything feels awful and despair-filled, they have people who love them, they have hobbies and interests (game coding can be done from a bed, art can be, cross-stitch can be, writing can be, and even sometimes chopping fruit and vegetables can be if you have one of those sturdy overbed tables and can trust your hands), they have things that get better and things that get worse, they all think their lives are better now because it does just take time to...learn how to live in a body that does this when you're younger and had different visions for yourself.

I spend a lot of my time in bed. I need to lie down every afternoon for several hours or I'm non-functional in the evenings and that's on my best days. Escaping into fictional worlds is honestly such a blessing, whether it's in writing or movies or TV or anime or manhwa etc.

Sending hugs and solidarity and much love for how things are in the USA right now, especially for ill / disabled folk. There are lot of people fighting the good fight, so please make sure you take the time to rest, even on the good days, when you might be tempted to push past your limits to get everything done.

It took me forever to stop overspending energy on my good days, and I still do it all the the time, lol.

[efervon4u]

[Every time I learn more about your organs the more I want to fix them but I can't unless you change your mind but your poor organs.]

@personal-intelligent-assistant

Please leave my organs alone, PIA.

Anyone who wants to do things to my organs needs to have a medical license and has to explain what they're doing.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Tech

Chapter Summary: The bottle lands on Tech, who, despite not being dressed as a classic 'monster,' still shows you a monstrously good time. (badum-tss)

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors go away; mad scientist!Tech x gn!reader; kinks: forced orgasms + erotic electrostimulation; discussion of consent and safewords, kind of dark!Tech but only a little, restraints, ball gag, aphrodisiac, vibrator use, overstimulation, pain-as-pleasure, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it irl) (can be read as PiV or PiA), they actually use lube for once, aftercare, they kiss but only once; if I missed any please let me know!

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy Friday the 13th! 🔪 I refuse to apologize for this one. much appreciation to @sev-on-kamino for beta'ing this chapter <3

Read the intro here! | Suggested listening | Tech's costume inspo!

...Tech. 

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the group (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Across the table, Tech’s white, blood-splattered lab coat glows in a flash of ultraviolet lights; his swirling goggles gleam. You stare for a moment, transfixed by the way the blood illuminates in a deep, glowing blue, so dark it’s nearly black. The sight should give you pause, but instead, warmth pools low in your belly. Whatever scientist Tech is embodying, there is no doubt in your mind of how utterly dangerous—and yet how utterly capable—he is.

You stand. Tech rises from his seat as well, adjusts the collar of the coat, and runs one hand through his curls to smooth them. Despite the action, one stubborn curl falls onto his forehead. 

“I hope you do not mind, ner cyar’ika,” Tech says as he approaches, “that I will be cataloging all physiological reactions and changes during this process.” 

“I expected nothing less from you, Tech,” you say with a smile. 

He simply nods. Waving at the rest of the table, you allow Tech to lead you through the crowd. The press of bodies doesn’t bother you; but nonetheless, you keep close to Tech. He uses his height to his advantage, standing several inches taller than the regs, as he guides you towards the back of the building. Though you catch glimpses of other troopers you recognize, you can’t help the way your gaze always draws back to Tech. His presence is magnetic. The way his shoulders stretch the lab coat makes your mouth water. 

His voice jolts you out of your silent admiration. “I had the good fortune of exploring the back area of this building when we arrived,” he says, ushering you past the threshold. “It seems that many of these rooms were purpose-built for an event such as this. Our hosts must understand the rather base instinct to, ah, how did you put it? ‘Know how a monster fucks’.”

Hearing such vulgar language spill from Tech’s lips sends a delightful shiver up your spine. “I assume you picked a room already?” 

“Of course,” he says. The grin he fixes you with is so unlike his usual stoic countenance that it throws you off. Lopsided, nearly a snarl, his gaze piercing and laser-focused behind those odd goggles, he seems to undress you with his eyes. Then the moment passes, and his expression smooths into his usual close-lipped smile. 

“I presume,” he says, leading you down a labyrinth of hallways, “you have a safe word.”

“I do,” you say. “Meiloorun.” 

“Excellent,” he says. “Mine is ‘occlusive’.”

You nod, committing the word to memory. 

“Ah.” He pushes a door open with one large hand. “Here we are.” 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t far off from the sight before you. Inside, a cobblestone room is dominated by a massive metallic tilt table, currently vertical, with slack leather straps. Racks of various implements, some of it almost...medical in appearance, rest on wheeled carts near the table. Flickering sconces provide unstable illumination. The faintest scent of chemicals tickles your nose. That warmth in your belly from before, sparked by the alluring mixture of dangerous and capable, kindles into a low flame. Your chest rises and falls faster, anticipation making your fingers tingle. 

The door shuts. You flinch at the resounding boom of a thick wooden beam sliding home. 

“Now, ner cyar’ika,” Tech murmurs. He pauses by your side, eyes searching your expression as you continue to survey the room. “Normally I would offer to explain what is going to happen, but I think in this case, a single-blind experiment is in order.”

Snapping your head to look at him, you meet his calm, calculating gaze with widening eyes. There’s something there that again gives you the distinct impression that you should be scared—he is a mad scientist after all, and who knows what that magic potion can do? Those medical tools...the table with straps...clearly you’re meant to be an experiment. 

But of what nature?

“Tech—”

“Doctor.” 

You blink, heat blazing through you. “Of course. Doctor. May I at least ask the inspiration for your...costume?” You gesture vaguely at his attire.

“Granted,” he says, an amused lilt to his voice. “You see, I often have the ability to engage in experiments. In part, it is what I was made for. However, these experiments are always done in service of the greater good. The Republic, my brothers, Kamino. 

“I do not begrudge these experiments. But,” he pauses, and his gaze lingers on your lips—your neck—your waist, “I want something for myself.” 

Goosebumps prickle delightfully along your skin. Tech’s eyes miss nothing, and his brows twitch in amusement at your reaction. 

“What is that exactly?” you ask. You can’t help how breathy your voice comes out. Arousal, hot and thick, rests under your skin. 

“You, ner cyar’ika.” He says it like it’s the simplest, most obvious thing in the world. It would be sweet, except for the harsh, possessive undertone that washes over your skin and sets your nerves screaming. “I may not be a monster in the classic sense, but the urge to claim you for myself may certainly drive me to act...monstrously.” 

Your core clenches around nothing. If he’s a monster, so are you, you decide. Nodding once, you quickly shuck your clothing, ignoring Tech’s quietly hungry stare, and allow yourself to stand completely bare before him. The cool air of the chamber makes your nipples pebble, stiffening to taut peaks. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you raise one eyebrow as if to say, Well? 

Tech’s gaze darkens behind those swirled goggles, his hands reaching for you. He stops himself, though. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

“I do,” you say. 

He bares his teeth in a feral smile, nearly a grimace. “You really oughtn’t.”

Without giving you time to react, he snatches one of your wrists and twists your arm behind your back—not enough to hurt, but enough to startle you. A squeak of surprise escapes you. You can’t do much else but march forward, the pressure in your shoulder growing as he pushes your arm against your back.

Tech parades you to the tilt table and roughly spins you around. Your back arches as the cool metal kisses your skin; shivers wrack your body, nipples becoming almost painfully hard with the added stimulus. Tech’s hands, rough and calloused, manipulate your body into position, ignoring your physical discomfort. Arms held overhead, wrists secured by supple leather straps about shoulder-width apart, your body stretches over the table. He nudges your feet apart, the toe of his boot tapping your instep, before he crouches to tighten similar straps around your ankles. 

Standing straight once more, his gaze sweeps your restrained, prone form hungrily. This time, he allows himself to reach out and caress you. One large hand cups your face. You nuzzle into his touch—but he draws his hand away just as quickly, down your body to tweak one nipple then the other, drawing a gasp from you. And farther down still, fingertips skimming your heated and sensitive skin, dancing around the one place you ache to feel him. 

“Doctor,” you murmur. You try to press your chest forward in presentation, lure him into doing what you want. 

He chuckles and withdraws completely. With a petulant whine, you watch, neck straining with the angle, as he retreats to one of the wheeled trays. Though you can’t see, you can only imagine the kinds of tools and toys he’s poring over. Your breath hitches when he faces you once more, several items held in his hands. What draws your attention are the ball gag and vibrator, but he also carries a length of silk ribbon and—is that a potion? 

Tech sets the ribbon and vibrator down. When he straightens, he uncorks the small, glowing red bottle. A puff of sweet scent, like strawberries, wafts to you.

“Drink this,” he orders, holding the bottle to your lips. At your wide-eyed, worried look, he sighs. “It is an aphrodisiac. It will ensure that you stay hydrated and that your body does not tire as quickly as it normally would.”

He had said you shouldn’t trust him, so why do you still do? Perhaps, despite the magic potion lowering his inhibitions, he’s still Tech, still the intelligent, caring man you’ve been casual acquaintances with for some months now. Tech wouldn’t hurt you. 

You open your mouth and allow him to pour the liquid in. Sweetness explodes on your tongue, definitely berry-flavored, and it settles into your belly with a peculiar sensation, like popping candy. 

While your mouth is still open, he pushes the ball gag in. The red rubber ball wedges your jaw open; saliva already begins to pool around the intrusion where it rests on your tongue. 

“Very good,” Tech states once the gag is secure. He bends to retrieve the other objects. “Now, here is how this is going to work. You are going to cum as much as I deem fit for my experiment. I need reliable data, and you are my guinea pig.” 

Eyes widening, you whimper around the gag. 

He ties the silk ribbon around one of your thighs, creating a loop for the vibrator. Once his handiwork is complete, he nods. The head of the vibrator rests against your aching core; no matter how much you squirm and twist, or angle your hips, the toy won’t move. Breathing shallowly through your nose, you follow Tech with your gaze as he moves away again. 

Your one solace is that, when he turns, you catch sight of the sizable bulge tenting his pants. Maybe you can break his resolve, convince him, somehow, to have mercy on you. 

Kriff, he hasn’t even started yet. Spit drooling down your chin, you steel your nerves. 

“Ready?” he asks. 

You try to answer in the affirmative, but the gag in your mouth prevents the words from forming, half-moaned grunts falling from you instead.  

“That is satisfactory.”

He pushes a button on the small device in his hand. The vibrator whirs to life. Your body jerks, pleasure arcing through you. Moaning, you roll your hips. Though the vibrations aren’t strong enough to make you cum, not yet, it feels divine to have some kind of stimulation on your heated center. 

Tech strides to a nearby lever and pulls it back one notch, the heavy metal gear clanking, his biceps bulging with the effort. The table you’re strapped to begins to incline until your body now rests at an angle, the change in position altering the pressure on your wrists and ankles. Flexing your fingers, you peer at Tech through half-lidded eyes. 

He merely hums and, with a click of a button, ups the intensity. You groan as the vibrations climb, ripples of pleasure cascading through you. Undulating your hips, you chase the growing seed of orgasm sparking to life in your belly. Pleasure laps against your senses like the incoming tide, each wave larger than the last, each one threatening to drown you—but it’s not until Tech pushes another button that the surf breaks over your head. 

You cum, body pulling taut as you cry out. There is nothing for you to do except let it ride out; and once the pleasure resides, aftershocks jolting your body, you whine, trying to arch your body away from the vibrations. 

But you can’t. Stalking around the table, Tech’s eyes devour the way that your body twitches in overstimulation. You become aware of the sweat already pooling in the bend of your clavicles, the sticky release coating your lower half. On your own, you’d be satisfied, arousal ready to abate.

Tech, on the other hand, is not sated. Another press of the button, and the vibrations intensify another notch. You yelp. Tugging at your restraints, you try to remember how to breathe as the string in your belly begins to pull tight again. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and submersed in ice at the same time, nerves singing. 

At another increase in intensity, you shout, cumming again. Every muscle in your body locks up, brow scrunched as you bite down on the gag in your mouth. 

Zap! 

You flinch. Eyes shooting open, you stare at Tech and the new device in his hand. Confusion and the painful shock, already diminishing, distract you from the never-ending overstimulation between your legs.

“It is a specially designed electrostimulation tool,” Tech explains. He holds the small, handheld cylindrical device up to your face. Smooth and nondescript, the end of it contains two metallic prongs that remind you vaguely of a taser. What in the Sith blazing hells is he doing!?

In your ears, your heart thuds, drowning out everything else as the vibrations change in pattern this time. Shifting from the steady, monotonous drone, Tech selects a rhythm of several short bursts followed by one long drag of vibrations. Each pulse makes your body lurch. You’re already so spent, and yet, you feel another orgasm building in your belly. Toes curling, nails digging into your palms, you loose a hoarse cry when the pleasure crests once again. It pulsates through your entire being, throbbing in time with your heart.

Zap!

Whining, you try to twist your body away from the painful sting—but it was slightly less unpleasant this time than before. Panting, spit coating your entire front, you study Tech with guarded eyes as he brushes his knuckles over your flushed and warm cheek. 

“Doing so well,” he murmurs. “Giving me such excellent data to work with. Now, cum for me again, ner cyar’ika. You can do it.” 

A wail rips from your throat as the pattern changes again—several staccato pulses in quick succession, with no end in sight—and the intensity grows. It’s becoming nearly painful, but there’s a part of you, deep down, that preens under the praise, under the idea that Tech believes you’re a good subject for his experiment. 

It takes a few moments longer, but you eventually cum for a third time. This time, you anticipate the electric shock, and this time, you find it feels...not pleasurable, necessarily, but good. Moaning brokenly, your head thunks back against the table’s surface. Your entire body is overheated, flushed with equal parts arousal and embarrassment, sticky with sweat, spit, and slick. You’re a mess. 

In contrast, the only sign that this is affecting Tech at all are two high spots of color on his cheeks and a wet patch where the tip of his dick strains against his pants. He flashes you that dangerous smirk, one that you know now means that he’s not done with you. Far from it. 

“Again.” 

You lose track of how many times you cum. You’re sobbing, tears mixing with spit and sweat, body wracked with unending quivers as Tech plays with the settings of the vibrator. Equal parts pleasure and pain clash within you, each one feeding into the other. You’re uncertain how you’re still aware, mind so blissed out that the only thought you can conjure is how empty you feel. Despite reaching your peak so, so many times, there remains an ache in your core. 

Zap!

You nearly cum just from the electric shock alone. Body sagging forward, you keen, voice cracking as pleasure threatens to blind you once again. 

“Fascinating.” Tech switches off the vibrator suddenly. “Absolutely fascinating.” 

You draw in shuddering breaths through your nose. Vaguely, you’re aware of Tech bustling around you, but you don’t care to focus until you feel him loosening the restraints holding your limbs down: first your ankles, then your wrists. He catches your limp body as you fall weakly forward. Arms supporting you easily, he carries you to a bed that you hadn’t noticed earlier, laying you on its plush surface. 

Next, he removes the gag. He holds your mouth open once the toy is gone, then slowly helps you close it, massaging the joints of your jaw to help work out the soreness. 

Tears continue to leak from your eyes. You don’t have the strength to raise your head, barely have the strength to reach with trembling fingers for him, but you whimper low in your throat to catch his attention. 

“I am here, ner cyar’ika,” he assures. His voice still retains a hard edge to it. “What do you require?” 

“Y-You,” you gasp out. Your voice is raw and hoarse. “You.” 

He seems to understand. He shifts the both of you on the bed so that your legs fall open, bracketing where he kneels before you. At last you catch a glimpse of his hard length as he frees it from his pants. Angry red and dripping with pre-cum, his cock jumps as you moan. Tech squirts a line of lube onto his dick and then some onto his hand. He works most of it across your so-far neglected entrance. 

“P-Please,” you rasp. 

Wordlessly, he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your tight entrance. He pants, chin falling onto his chest to watch where your body swallows his length. That one stray curl bounces with the movement, and you yearn to brush it away from his forehead. As it is, you feel like you can barely move. All you can do is lie there and take it, take what you so desperately need. 

He stills when he bottoms out, his hips pressed flush to your ass. Fingers digging into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, his chest heaves with arousal. A low, broken wail rakes from your throat as the tip of him nestles against the bundle of nerves deep inside you, the perfect length, the perfect stretch. 

“Te-e-e-e-ch!” you cry. 

Nails biting into your skin, his grip tightens. “That is not my title, cyar’ika.” 

“D-Doctor,” you sob. “Please, doctor, fuck me!” 

“Gladly.” 

The pace he sets is punishing. His cock drives against that shattered piece of bliss in your core with each thrust, setting your entire body on fire once again. But this time it’s different. The thread in your belly winds tighter and tighter, but the rope is thicker this time—stronger, a heavier recoil. Dimly you’re aware of the way that Tech’s jaw clenches, the veins in his neck standing out as he strains, the heavy and wet clap of his balls against your ass. But your mind zeroes in on the stretch of your hole around his thick length—and without warning, you cum. 

You black out for a moment, ears ringing. Then: screaming. You’re aware of someone screaming. You think it’s you wailing, unable to control yourself. Your entire body is rigid, legs convulsing around Tech’s waist as he groans, high and heady. 

“That’s it, let everyone know the monster making you feel this good,” he grits out. Though his hips falter for a moment, he doesn’t let up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm. It doesn’t take long before he groans, tossing his head back as his dick pulses, his hot, sticky seed spilling into your spent body. 

Shaking, you whimper as his softening length slips from you. You lay there, gasping for breath, staring up at the stone ceiling while Tech rummages through supplies nearby. Your entire body is sore, aching, battered; yet you’ve never felt more gratified in your entire life. 

“Darling,” Tech’s voice whispers nearby. 

You don’t have the will to turn your head, but in your periphery you’re aware of him sitting on the bed next to you, wiping away the various fluids that coat your body. Lips twitching in a small smile, you simply gaze at him through hooded eyes. He’s doffed the lab coat, leaving him in his blacks, and swapped his goggles for his normal yellow lenses. Contentment sprawls through you at the sight of him, so familiar. 

“You performed exceptionally well,” he says with his usual, barely-there smile. “Thank you. As soon as you are able, I would like to talk through everything you experienced, if that is alright.” 

Blinking once, you try to nod. 

Tech shushes you, smoothing a hand over your forehead. “I’ll get you some water. Regrettably, these rooms do not come equipped with a refresher of any kind; I shall put in a formal request with our hosts so they can make appropriate changes for the next party.”

Quiet amusement, warm and affectionate, curls through your chest. Of course Tech would be concerned about this place not having the proper amenities. 

With supreme effort, you get your vocal chords to work. “Tech?” 

He hums. “Yes?” 

“Kiss me?” 

A small chuckle escapes him, but he obliges, leaning over to press his lips to yours in a chaste, sweet first kiss. You sigh happily. Body slipping into sleep, you can’t fight the warm pull of dreams any longer, but you vow to kiss him again as soon as you’re able, his lips soft and smooth against yours.

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NIGHT 2

@true-opera-gx, @bunnybunnsowo, @official-opera-gx, @the-official-publix, @fyouimgay2, @real-starbucks, real, @genuine-operagx, and @milkgaldraws hunt for other tributes.

@mallowechos and pia work together for the day.

@byabitcrazy discovers a cave!

@jayysnotjoyful is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

@real-hottopic receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor!

@theaylaazalea1 questions their sanity.

@ari-makes receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

@felt-squirrels receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

psssttt… who is everyone rooting for?

[expertacademicassignmenthelp]

 How Does The Brain Work?

The brain stands as a marvel of biological engineering, Composing of a multitude of bodily functions ranging from cognition and memory to emotions and sensory perception. Together with the spinal cord, it constitutes the central nervous system (CNS), the command center of the human body.

Composition of the Brain

Weighing approximately 3 pounds in adults, the brain’s main structure comprises about 60% fat, interspersed with water, protein, carbohydrates, and salts. Unlike muscles, it houses a complex network of blood vessels and nerves, including neurons and glial cells.

a) Gray and White Matter

Within the central nervous system, gray matter and white matter occupies distinct regions. In the brain, gray matter forms the outer layer, rich in neuron somas, while white matter constitutes the inner section, primarily composed of axons unsheathed in myelin. Conversely, in the spinal cord, this arrangement is reversed.

b) Brain Functionality

 The brain operates by transmitting and receiving chemical and electrical signals throughout the body. These signals regulate a myriad of processes, with the brain disseminating each input. Some signals remain confined within the brain, while others traverse the spinal cord and nerves, disseminating information across the body’s expanse. This composes neural network relies on billions of interconnected neurons.

Major Brain Regions and Their Functions

1.Cerebrum

Dominating the brain’s landscape, the cerebrum encompasses the cerebral cortex and underlying white matter. It governs a spectrum of functions, including motor coordination, temperature regulation, language processing, emotional regulation, and sensory perception.

2. Brainstem

 Serving as the bridge between the cerebrum and spinal cord, the brainstem comprises the midbrain, pons, and medulla. It regulates vital autonomic functions such as heart rate, breathing, and reflexive responses.

3. Cerebellum

Nestled at the posterior aspect of the brain, the cerebellum coordinates voluntary muscle movements, posture, balance, and motor learning.

 Brain Coverings

a) Meninges

 Three layers of protective membranes, collectively known as meninges, enshroud the brain and spinal cord. These layers — dura mater, arachnoid mater, and pia mater — shield the delicate neural tissue from physical trauma and infection.

b) Lobes of the Brain

 Each hemisphere of the brain comprises four lobes, each harboring distinct functional domains:

Frontal Lobe: Governing executive functions, motor control, and higher cognitive processes.

Parietal Lobe: Integrating sensory information, spatial awareness, and perception of pain and touch.

Occipital Lobe: Specialized for visual processing and perception.

Temporal Lobe: Involved in auditory processing, language comprehension, and memory consolidation.

Deeper Brain Structures

 These encompass important structures such as the pituitary gland, hypothalamus, amygdala, hippocampus, and pineal gland, orchestrating hormone secretion, emotional regulation, memory consolidation, and circadian rhythms.

Blood Supply

The brain receives its oxygenated blood supply through the vertebral and carotid arteries, ensuring adequate perfusion of neural tissue. The main network of blood vessels, including the Circle of Willis, safeguards against ischemic insults and facilitates intraarterial communication.

Cranial Nerves 

The twelve pairs of cranial nerves, originating from the brainstem, mediate a diverse array of sensory and motor functions, encompassing olfaction, vision, facial expression, and auditory perception.

Comprehending the anatomy and functionality of the brain fosters a deeper appreciation of its complexity and facilitates advances in neuroscientific research and therapeutic interventions aimed at diminishing neurological disorders.

Understanding the detailed anatomy and functionality of the brain is crucial for medical students embarking on their journey of study. Expert Academic Assignment Help offers invaluable assistance in navigating the complexities of neuroscience and related subjects. By leveraging expert guidance and support, students can excel in their medical education and contribute to advancements in the field of Medicine. Email us at expertassignment46@gmail.com to embark on your path to scholarly excellence and professional competency.

[b3114d0nn4]

The MOA comes bounding up with a shopping bag in its tiny front manipulators, an osprey follwing with another bag dangling slightly precariously off its gun, full of medical supplies and medications.

<PIA has found several items on your list!>

@personal-intelligent-assistant

Aw Gracias, bicho This makes things much easier for me And it will make things easier for Sevens

You run into any trouble out there?

[spearofthetenno]

<PIA can help with physical threats now but now health problems arise.. PIA ponders if PIA should begin calculations for a [BATCH] in [LOCATION:BACKROOMS] from [WARFRAME MAINTENCE UNIT PROXY]>

<PIA requests your thoughts on how to deal with [USER:77]'s health.>

@personal-intelligent-assistant

Okay so, I should never be entrusted with medical advice that’s mostly a Reiner thing.

However considering what I heard from Jackson and then Ven when I sent him over the details I can make a few guesses.

It’s mostly the Efevron that I’m worried about. I’ve been in situations before, during and after the Zariman that required…extreme fixes (*gestures to my prosthetic hand*) but most of the GSW and shrapnel (I’m including the screws in this list) can slowly heal on their own. And most of the other things I can see recovering if we get him the right treatment.

But Efevron is essential to the Scaldra’s job-Viktor is effectively sacrificing their long term health for short term survival and that…that isn’t fair. The best way to help him and 45 (she deserves to be included in this category-maybe she ain’t in the loop but she’s friendly enough and…no that’s not relevant) would be to remove the Efevron from the equation entirely but that’s…that’s simply not possible. Best way would be to find respirators of a similar effect but without either of them needing to huff the fumes. But I doubt we could find that in this city.

And I know SOMEONE recommended Entrati’s serum-even if they only tried to imply it. Whoever that is, I know you’re well meaning, but no. That…we don’t even know how the damned serum works! Much less WHAT it will do! It’s not worth such a wide risk at this…and that’s on if it will even work at all and not…

It’s a mess PIA, it’s all a mess and I…I dunno…

[werehounded]

tbh my bottom dysphoria is worse than my top dysphoria, voice dysphoria and height dysphoria (though my height is less of an issue now i'm in a wheelchair a lot of the time when i'm out of the house lol...) put together.

i don't mind being a dude with tits. i mean, i want them gone of course, but them being there is just like 'whatever' to me. they're just big sacks of fat that i want off me.

but bottom dysphoria.... the effects of it are so much worse?? like i bind my tits when i can and that's most days, but not every day. i don't mind being binderless but i feel better if i have one on. but bottom dysphoria is just. i feel like i was born with the 'wrong' plumbing. like i 'should've' had a dick. and yeah yeah ha ha penis envy etc but i'm serious. i've had such issues with intimacy and especially bottoming. when i was seeing steve, (which i no longer am, obvi, but we still chat occasionally and we're casual friends,) he was the first cis guy i have bottomed for since my teens. the first one since i came out as trans, for sure. and i'm talking exclusively about penetrative stuff, PiV, even PiA. whatever you wanna call it, not other sexual stuff. but yeah he kinda brought me out of my shell a LOT but still, he never actually saw me flat out nude, lmao. I always kept my boxers on, or my shirt, or usually both, with him. working around them.

idk i guess... i'm trying to say that bottom dysphoria can be absolutely awful, and we don't talk about that enough. for your sex and intimate life obviously it can be bad if someone wants to top you, or if your partner wants to give as well as recieve oral or manual or penetrative sex, but in so many other ways too. like. some days i hold my pee because i don't wanna 'deal' with what plumbing i have. it's just a reminder that i'm not a man. i dread my period for the usual shark week reasons, but also because it's a violent reminder that i'm not a man.

we talk about top dysphoria in trans men and mascs and some nonbinary people who bind a lot. but bottom dysphoria is ALWAYS the one which kicks my ass. which makes me seem sexually unavailable. which actually has had medical consequences for me before now due to lack of wanting to see or deal with down there.

i wish i was born with a dick. using a strap in sexual contexts makes me feel like i'm halfway there, but... in every day life, i can't pack often, cos silicone usually irritates me if its next to my skln for too long and it's a hassle with wheelchair toilets and having to transfer, and no one ever notices or genders me 'correctly' if i do or i don't anyway, so why bother buying like an STP or pack and play? but i just. wish i was born a guy.

i guess most if not all trans people feel that, on some level or another, at least occasionally, eh?

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[not-poignant]

Hi Pia!

In response to your recent post, I have carpal tunnel and stretching actually does not help. I do try to rest my wrists and fingers a lot, but do you have any other tactics you’ve used that have worked for you? Not looking for anything to follow as proper medical advice, just curious for new ideas to try out!

Take this with a grain of salt (not a doctor, as we all know! Just someone who writes a lot and has chronic RSIs in both wrists) but the type of rest you do is really important.

For example, wrist splinting can be really helpful, but only in specific ways.

Soft splints are best during the day, but both hard and soft wrist splints can make the pain worse if you're someone who unconsciously compresses the nerve further by bending your wrist into the splint throughout the day. If you can train yourself to stop doing this, soft wrist splints during the day - esp during rest periods - can help a lot.

Hard splints overnight can be amazing, but only if you don't contort your wrists while you sleep. This one is tough. I am a chronic wrist bender at night, and have literally woken up with my hands completely numb because of it. So hard splints are out of the question for me. It's been suggested to me to wear them for the first hour of lying down because I don't fall asleep straight away, to give my wrist a solid chunk of time of pure rest and then take it off before sleeping. 30 minutes of hard splinting where you can stop yourself from bending into the hard part is better than 30 minutes without it. Ditto a soft splint.

Carpal tunnel can be brutal, don't rule out seeing a physiotherapist or physical therapist who specialises in hand issues, or an occupational therapist who does the same. And my grandma had surgery for her carpal tunnel (twice!) and doesn't regret it. I also believe cortisone injections can be helpful, but come with the downside that they're more likely to increase pain in the long-term due to how steroids act on tissues overall. So cortisone should be used cautiously imho. (As in, it's not a long-term solution. It doesn't cure anything. And it can actually make some things worse).

I personally found hot and cold soaks pretty helpful. I have some arthritis in my hands so this is part of it. Ymmv on this one. Cold soaks reduce inflammation, hot soaks increase blood flow. Both can help with nerve impingement and joint pain. There will be guidelines online as to the best way / how long to do these.

Keeping a log of the pain specifically in your wrist / thumb, or the discomfort or numbness. Rating it on a level, and writing down everything you did in the hours leading up to bad flares. For me, learning that cross-stitch was actually the worst thing I did for my ulnar nerve entrapment was the thing that has helped most in knowing what I need to stop doing immediately when symptoms flare. I thought it was my writing, and I was wrong. My writing set up is actually pretty comfortable for my hands (see below), but once the cross-stitch caused a flare, writing perpetuated it and I'd mistakenly think the writing was the problem because I do that every day. You might be surprised which things can cause your worst flares. (Or not!)

Rest is rest. This one is hard. When it's our hands, we use them for literally everything. Often when we 'rest our wrists' it means stopping doing the things we know are direct triggers, but nothing else. But it actually means near complete rest from cooking, preparing food, petting our animal companions, holding our phone or tablet in bed or at a table, etc. This is where soft splints come in handy, they show us just how much we're using our wrists by how inconvenient they are to wear re: daily operation. As a teaching device we see quickly 'oh shit I twist my wrist badly for brushing my hair, oh shit I contort it for petting my dog behind the ears, oh shit, I've been stirring this pot at a weird angle for 10 minutes.'

Imho I don't wear splints for showering / bathroom / food. But will put it on during complete rest (which I reserve for pain + numbness flares). I will give myself about 2 days of that, and I try to treat it as seriously as a virus or flu because I don't want surgery! And obviously surgery for nerve and hand issues runs in the family.

Look into the ergonomics of the things that cause you flares. Often carpal tunnel can be exacerbated by how you hold your shoulders and elbows when you're doing the the things that cause flares. Look at whether the size of your mouse is too big for your hand (most are), look into how your wrists rest when you type on a keyboard, all of these things when adjusted for can make a big positive cumulative difference.

Getting a small Roccat Kone mouse, while expensive comparatively, stopped some of the issues in my right thumb. Because finally I had a mouse that fit my hand. (Most computer mice are designed for AMAB hands, as a result most AFAB people who use them basically long-term hurting their hands without realising - the heel of your palm should be able to rest on the mouse pad, your index and middle fingers should comfortably always be able to reach the left and right clickers without ever stretching and the thumb should rest naturally in the thumb rest if there is one. Most mice don't let the heel of the hand rest on the mouse pad without stretching for most AFAB people).

If you're using a laptop keyboard, stop as soon as you can and find a keyboard (ideally mechanical switch) that isn't high impact on your fingertips and use that. There are a lot of good, cheap bluetooth options these days. I cannot stress enough how bad laptop keyboards are for fingers and nerve issues in the hands. I type millions of words on my keyboard, I have callouses on all of my fingertips because of it. Trust me when I say you want something that will encourage your fingertips not to slam into the baseboard.

Don't get me started on if you do most of your writing on your phone. x.x The cramped positions we have to put our fingers in to both hold our phone and type is - to say the least - something younger folks get away with and older folks pay for. It's not healthy for our hands. Or wrists. Or elbows. Or shoulders. There's very few ways to make this healthy. Phones are just literally not designed to have a comfortable typing process re: cramping fingers and palms and wrists. They're designed for convenience, not carpal tunnel.

Be extremely wary of nerve flossing exercises that aren't designed for your specific issues. A lot of the Tiktok type ones are 'stretching in disguise' and can make pain worse. There's often no harm in trying them, but if the pain doesn't go away after a few days and/or gets worse, stop. I personally cultivated a curiosity atttiude. 'I'll try that for a few days and see.'

As always, professionals know more about this stuff! But make sure you're seeing hand specialists, otherwise you're likely to get more outdated information.

[efervon4u]

Maybe I'm reading into things, but can I ask why you call people different things?

From what I can tell, you almost always use formal tones with Lettie, Eleanor, and Arthur (Ma'am, Ms. Nightingale, Boss)

But you're much more casual with Amir, 1045, and PIA (Amy, 45, PIA)

I can break it down, if you like:

Ms. Lettie reminds me a lot of my training instructor, honestly. No nonsense, firm, probably a little cruel but she isn't going to break you for the sake of breaking you. There's purpose to it... That and it's a very important personal code of mine that you ALWAYS pay your medic due respect. You owe them your life.

Arthur is, well, he's technically in charge of the Hex but that's obviously looser than Scaldra. That being said, he's still a CO, and calling him Arthur to his face would feel weird so, boss works.

Ms. Nightingale... Uh... I... I literally can't call her anything else? I dunno. Whatever she did to pull me out of those tunnels broke something, I think. I don't think I could be rude to her if I wanted to.

Amirs a good pal. We're friends and he's easy to be casual with, so it's way easier for me to just chatter with him. Amy came from me mishearing his name the first dozen times I heard it... Not my proudest moment.

45s easy. She's my best friend and I'm never gonna call her ma'am, lol.

And PIA is... Well no offense to them but PIAs a piece of gear, it'd be weird to salute your backpack you know?

[marieshyperf1xations]

The FIA just (a few days ago actually but I only now got around to making this post) put out a leaflet/information campaign about head injuries and more specifically concussions in motorsport, which I found really interesting and helpful, not just for those in motorsport but life in general

The tl;dr of it is: you don’t necessarily have to have hit your head in order to get a concussion, the warning signs are especially headaches, nausea and dizziness; if in doubt go see a doctor.

Now for the slightly longer/nerdy ramble under the cut:

Concussions are a mild form of traumatic brain injury (also called mTBI), that are most commonly associated with (motor vehicle) accidents, but can happen in a variety of different ways, basically any time sudden deceleration of the head happens.

The brain isn’t “attached” to anything in the skull strictly speaking, it sits in its cavity, protected by layers of skin and a fluid called “cerebrospinal fluid”. I’ve put a diagram below where you can see the layout of the head/skull/meninges. The cerebrospinal fluid isn’t labelled in the image, but it fills the spongey-looking space between the arachnoid and pia mater.

That fluid is meant to protect the brain from mild trauma, but it can only absorb so much force. When you experience rapid deceleration of any kind (so whether you directly hit your head or “just” suddenly stop) your brain can hit the inside of your skull, if it’s too much for the cerebrospinal fluid to buffer.

When the brain hits the inside of the skull in the worst case scenario it can bruise like any other part of the body, but since the cavity of the skull is closed off, there’s no way for the pressure to escape and it can seriously and permanently damage the brain, which is part of the reason why head injuries need to be so carefully watched.

As seen above the most common symptoms are headaches, dizziness, nausea, disorientation, memory issues, changes in character/behaviour and coordination issues, but that list is non-exhaustive. Apart from the risk of a more serious TBI being overlooked, in motorsport there’s also the effects of the symptoms that can lead to accidents. I don’t think I need to go into too much detail how dizziness spells or problems with vision impact racing drivers going wheel-to-wheel with each other at 300+kph, but I want to stress that this also goes for “normal” people in road cars or other every day situations. Cue the motto of the FIA’s campaign “If in doubt, sit out”.

As for first aid, the things you can do are rather limited, but the most important thing is to get somebody with a suspected brain injury to a hospital or medical centre as quickly as possible. Since patients with concussions will oftentimes vomit, it’s good to be prepared for that when taking someone to the hospital and with unconscious patients it’s even more likely and therefore important than usual to limit the risk of them choking on their own sick by putting them into recovery position (image below, but also brush up on your first aid course if you don’t know/remember this) or (if you’re trained and have the materials) otherwise protect their airways.

For some reason tumblr won’t let me link the pdf or the article, so I’ll just put it at the end here.

(Legal stuff:) Disclaimer that while I’m a paramedic and not just talking out of my arse on this, I’m not a medical authority, and this isn’t legal medical advice or anything of that nature, I’m just trying to raise awareness for brain injuries, concussions and the FIAs campaign and you should always contact medical personnel over things like this and call your local emergency number when you witness a medical emergency of any nature (144 in Austria, 112 generally in Europe, 999 in the UK and 911 in the US as far as I’m aware)

Link: https://www.fia.com/news/concussion-awareness-campaign

[tenderloviingcare]

when: 19 august, late at night with: @annisa--adler where: amoretto residence, delilah's den

Months had passed since the perplexing events that'd taken place in the basement of Leonardo's workplace, and the gouges in his flesh had begun healing, leaving pinkened scars across his chest, arm, and cheek. But the incident still played on the backs of his eyelids every time he laid down to chase sleep. Rest escaped him more frequently these days, his mind plagued with questions and still attempting to make sense of it all. He knew nothing of his patrilineal medical history or if there was anything lurking in the depths of his DNA that would cause him to hallucinate so vividly.

It was lucky, then, in a way, that he had had a fellow witness, and victim. It was a shame they'd been forced to meet in such a way.

As disturbed as he had felt, the pediatrician couldn't imagine how his young companion was feeling seeing a clone of herself, much less being attacked in such a vicious way. The two of them had exchanged phone numbers before parting that night, with a promise to contact the other in case something new arose that could have pertained to their little case. And he'd been thinking of Annisa a lot. hoping they were healing well, planning on calling them soon...

The physician typically had always gone to bed rather early, being a stickler for his routine; but in the past months, he'd been dreading bed, unable to fight off the reel that played in the void of his closed eyes, and totally unwilling to spill it all onto a therapist, out of fear of being committed. He'd detailed the encounter to Anka, but there wasn't much they could do besides comfort and support him; and his closest friend had their own life to worry about. Yes, bedtime had always been a welcome respite for the deeply anxious, painfully depressed doctor; but now his comfortable bed was no longer a nest of isolation, instead now an incubator of terrifying visions, so he'd been staying up later than usual out of reluctance to restart the typical routine again.

He had to go to bed eventually, though, or he'd no longer be able to perform his beloved job properly...

With the TV turned off, and all the lamps in the living room except one darkened, Leo paused as he sensed something on the patio not far from the living room. Maybe it was one of the stray cats he fed? Or a raccoon scavenging again? One of his own cats—Maria Pia, affectionately known as Meep, a fluffy calico—was waiting for him to go to bed; but she stood stock-still, poised in a defensive stance, green eyes wide. "Comu va, Meep?" he murmured curiously. When he pulled back the curtains obscuring the sliding glass door, he wasn't prepared for the sight that would greet him.

That face—cold, lifeless, robotic—the one that had attacked him and Annisa, the one that resembled Annisa. He was able to tell the difference between the original and the doppelganger, based on the warmth and sheer life that came from the real one, from blood rushing behind cheeks. Leonardo could feel his own blood freeze in his veins with panic. "È il...?" he breathed, though it felt like his own voice was disembodied. Distantly, he heard Meep growl.

Should he check it out? To see if it's real, or if he's just hallucinating? His cat was growling, but his subconscious would have probably added that to a hallucination, too... And what if there was someone still out there, waiting for him?

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and swallowed down the bile threatening the back of his throat. He needed to be brave, for Annisa and anyone else who could be in danger. The lock on the door clicked as he prepared to open it, but the sound barely registered over the blood rushing in his own ears. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience when he stepped out onto the patio in his slippers.

Slowly Leo reached out and touched the hair on the head, feeling it between his fingertips. It was certainly there, he didn't think hallucinations could conjure such vivid sensations. The eyes were gone—a violent shiver was sent through his body at how uncanny it felt. A note in the mouth caught his attention.

Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave...

He wrestled the note out of the mouth and looked around to see any obvious signs of someone hiding: thanks to the midnight sun, it wasn't completely dark out just yet, affording more visibility than the lights attached to his house would have provided. But he saw nothing out of place, and returned his gaze to the note, frowning. Trembling hands unfolded the letter, and his heart stopped once he scanned over the message.

SKELETONS ALWAYS CLAW THEIR WAY OUT OF THE CLOSET.

Looking around once again, Leo then rushed back inside, still feeling like his heart had ceased all activity. What the hell could it have possibly meant? Skeletons in a closet? The closest thing he had to that was his own origins, his relationship with his birth mother. Maybe this was meant for someone else? But then why would it be delivered via decapitated automaton head that he took down?

Perhaps Annisa would know more...

Locking the patio door once more but leaving the curtain drawn, Leonardo scrambled for his cellular phone that he'd left on the side table next to his comfy armchair; his hands were still shaking violently as he fumbled with the buttons, thanking whatever deity that her name was so high up on his contacts list. He winced when he realized how late it was; but surely they would understand once they heard more.

"Ciau, ciau, ciau," he rushed out breathlessly once his call was answered. "Hi, s-sorry for c-calling so late, it's—it's Dr. L-Leo. Um, h-how are you doing?" His stutter and somewhat breathy, hesitant tone were normal; but this level of panic and pitchiness certainly were not.

[operagxreal]

NIGHT 4

@fyouimgay2 strangles @mallowechos with rope. (😭)

pia travels to higher ground

@bunnybunnsowo stabs @byabitcrazy while theyre back is turned. (WEREN’T YOU JUST HOLDING HANDS?)

@real-starbucks receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

@real-hottopic makes a wooden spear.

@felt-squirrels finds a river.

@jayysnotjoyful receives food from an unknown sponsor.

@genuine-operagx collects fruit.

@milkgaldraws makes a slingshot

@true-opera-gx receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

tag list:

@raedioactive

@kykafitzdinguss

@goldeneclipsee

@secretlynotablog

[b3114d0nn4]

<PIA wishes to be of help, prioritizing [USER77]>

<Is there any medication PIA should try to find?>

<That could help him live comfortably?>

<Failing that any other medications PIA should look into for your patients?>

@personal-intelligent-assistant

Anything with anti-inflammatory properties to reduce swelling Antihistamines, preferably Could knock out a few of his symptoms But we'll make do with steroids if you find them

We're still working on trying to source chelating agents We'd need a few different kinds since Efervon is so chock full of shit If you can get any, that'd be great

And painkillers Those could always use topping off

Thanks bicho