#Stryker Eye Stretchers

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Kuai Liang is strong... possibly FREAKISHLY/INHUMANLY STRONG.

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a little while now. But always dismissed it, because come on... ALL the characters have presented their inhuman strength with their fatalities. (Such as Kung Lao being able to pick up Shao Kahn and swing him around in a circle during one of his fatalities in MK11). But like... I’ve acknowledged other scenes regarding Kuai Liang and his strength, that aren’t just fatalities.

Kuai taking this poor man and RIPPING HIM IN HALF. Like... that has to take A LOT of strength to do! Rip an entire person, including their flesh/skin, muscle, guts, and BONES and just TEAR it apart from their lower half. I know that he does have the ice that helps him, but like... people are HEAVY!!

And possibly ripping Sektor’s head off, mid-jump. Now he does possess swords here, so it’s possible he sliced Sektor’s head off, then was fast enough to jump and catch it before it fell. But... I mean... Kuai has removed a person’s entire torso from their legs. So surely a head must be much easier to remove?

Also he endured getting impaled by two swords, losing an INSANE amount of blood, (as seen GUSHING OUT once stabbed). Burned(?) And probably suffered more blood loss than just from the two swords, considering he was going around cutting himself for more power from the Kamidogu blade.

But despite that Takeda believed Kuai to have been done for. Guess what? Next issue, Kuai is fine from that. Sure, he may not be in 100% perfect condition. But he still lived after all that and was in fine enough shape that he didn’t have to be placed on a stretcher LOL. Sure, he had the help of Bo’ Rai Cho, but Takeda still believed there was no way Kuai would’ve lived after that battle.

And to mention one fatality in particular, my favorite in X--when he PICKS up his opponent and RIPS them in half.

While I don’t wanna talk too long about fatalities, since I don’t know how credit worthy they can be as to ‘evidence’ as I’ve acknowledged. But like... this one’s brutal, just makes Kuai look like a TOTAL BEAST.

Now finally... while this is from the cartoon, which is certainly far from canon. But I just found this particular scene mighty interesting.

Stryker is struggling to get this wooden gate open, even with a tool in hand. And y’know... Stryker is but an ordinary man, no powers -- simply a police officer. Yet here comes Kuai Liang and...

He breaks the gate apart with his BEAR HANDS as if it was NOTHING!!! Didn’t even STRUGGLE. Now as I said, the show isn’t much credibility either. But like... the writer on it did seem to think that Kuai would be EXTRAORDINARILY STRONG. Like, the writer shared the same idea as I do!

I know some of y’all may be reading this and thinking “wow, Wikia has really flipped her top. She is DEFINITELY grasping at straws. All the characters are SUPERHERO strong and she needs to stop making these posts.” And yes, I might be grasping at straws, I don’t know!! It’s just something I notice in smaller details/scenes. And whether Kuai being particularly freakishly strong, like... possibly stronger than the human characters (think of Jax, Stryker, Kano, Sonya, Etc. Etc.) is canon, or just a mere coincidence (or I’m imagining things.) I think I’d like to implement it within my own (head)canon. Just because I think it’s a cool attribute. Like... maybe Kuai’s stronger than the average/normal man because he’s half cryomancer, and not fully human. And like... Cryomancers in general were just REALLY strong beings. 

I JUST... whenever I see something that hints Kuai ISN’T human (or at very least -- only half) I LOVE it so much. I like the idea of Kuai appearing human/normal at first. But then when you get closer... you realize his eyes are unlike any you’ve ever seen. And that he feels impossibly cold to the touch. Hell, even his arms -- they’re blue, almost resembling ice. Then you see him tear a LARGE piece of heavy wood from a gate, and then just toss it like it’s nothing -- or rip out a human’s spine with ease. And then that’s when it hits you... this man is certainly not all human.

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EKG Machines

One of the primary diagnostic tools physicians relies upon when they suspect the presence of heart disease is the electrocardiograph ( EKG or ECG ) machine. This machine detects and records the electronic impulses transmitted by the heart during and between heartbeats. (EKG) technicians operate and maintain EKG machines. When patients are suspected of having heart disease or an abnormality, a physician may refer them to an EKG technician for testing. An EKG test may also be included as part of a comprehensive physical examination, especially for older patients. The test is usually performed with the patient lying on an examination table. Sometimes, however, a physician may order a stress EKG which requires the patient to walk on a treadmill while heart activity is recorded. In either case, the technician attaches from 3 to 12 electrodes (also called leads) to the patient's chest, arms and legs. Each electrode measures your heart's electrical activity from a different angle, which the EKG machine displays as 12 separate readings.

The technician then starts the machine which begins recording wave tracings on a roll of paper. Periodically, the technician relocates the electrodes, notes the replacement on the EKG tracing, and begins the new recording. Once the test is completed, the technician may mark sections of the report that the physician should review. In addition to the standard recording of heart rhythm for examination purposes, the EKG Technician can assist in monitoring the heart during other diagnostic and therapeutic procedures. 

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Strawberry Moon

Is it odd that I was thrilled to carry you into the hospital on your third ER visit? My heart was full of gratefulness that I was able to be there. To be present. To comfort you as you struggled for breath. I was certain that this would be one of my last opportunities. The surgeon had told me just the week before that he couldn't do anything else to help me fight off the cancer that was tightly wrapping its tentacles around my neck. I was so thankful that I could be there with you, even as your own body struggled for breath. You woke up early on that Monday morning, many hours before the sun. You were hot, which was understandable. The heat and humidity of those June days had zapped everyone, even the healthiest of bodies. In the dark of night, I stole the fan that Mimi was using, and turned it on your body. You settled down a bit, and I put my hand on your chest. The heart that has been beating in your chest for five and a half years plus, was racing. Beating wildly. Out of control. I noticed your breath was fast. Short. Shallow. My 3AM stupor attributed this to your frustration with the heat. "It will slow down," I believed. Until it didn't. You woke me at 6AM and got up to watch TV. I knew something was wrong. You never wake at 6AM. You love to sleep in, according to what your body needs. I considered taking you to the pediatrician, but I knew that it was probably more serious than a visit to the clinic. And I had Mimi in my ear, telling me that you needed to go to the ER. So we went. But I am ashamed to admit that it was after I went back to bed for another hour or so. I needed relief from my own demons that I only got while sleeping. When I slept, I forgot that cancer existed in my neck. When I slept, I forgot the doctor's words about how risky a surgery would be. When I slept, I forgot that I needed to find books for you about coping with the loss of a parent. When I slept, I forgot the nightmare of life. But when I awoke, it all came crashing down on my back, like a load of the heaviest cement blocks. Painful. Aching. Horrific. How could I help you when I was falling apart myself? But that is what mothers do. We mother in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, til death do us part. You felt too weak to walk, so Mimi carried you to the car. I drove as fast as I could along 38th St. and Chicago Avenue. It's not the first time I have breathed a word of gratefulness that we live so close to several children's hospitals. Thank you, Minneapolis. We arrived moments (or was it hours?) after the nurses had begun their strike. The car in front of us didn't hit the accelerator as quickly as I thought appropriate when the light turned green, so I gave a little honk. The nurses began cheering and waving at us, thinking the horn was in support of their demands. Sure, friends. Anything to get my son to the ER as quickly as possible. We parked the car in the lot set aside for emergency room visits. I didn't have time to wonder how many petrified parents had pulled into that parking spot before us. I gathered up your almost fifty pounds of boy, carried you inside, and held you as the triage nurse asked question after question. So many questions. Couldn't she see you panting in my arms? You were uncomfortable, but not nervous. Well, you weren't nervous about your breathing difficulties, but you were nervous about the "arm hugger." The blood pressure cuff had squeezed and pinched and left an imprint on your arm and in your mind. If anything was to be feared, it was the arm hugger. I answered all their questions and we sat down, the only three in the waiting room. That felt good. I was certain we would be called back soon, if a breathing attack didn't get them moving, surely a lack of others waiting would get us some attention quickly. And it was a short wait. Maybe 10 minutes at the most, although it felt like an hour, listening to your shallow breaths in my ear, feeling your heart beating so quickly in your chest. We were led back into Procedure Room #9. I set you on the bed and helped your change into the gown that the nurse offered, the one with the stars and spaceships sprinkled on it. You kept your Snoopy jammie bottoms on underneath. Mimi was on the phone texting our family while we got you situated for your first breathing treatment. You balked at the taste, but your body was too weak to put up much fight. I sat in the chair to the left of your bed and held your hand. And then I crawled into the bed with you and held your body. My dear boy. My sweet, dear boy. I'm not sure if there is any time I love you more than when you are sick and weak and I can mother you in all the ways. That sounds so selfish, but you are so independent and "tough" as the doctor called you. I wanted to hold you in my arms forever. As we snuggled in the bed, watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates, I remembered your previous two visits to the ER. When you were two years old, you had new pants on with pockets. Your little hands reached into the pockets to test them out just as you walked up the two stairs from the sidewalk. Your little toddler legs tripped, the pockets acted as handcuffs, and you crashed right into the concrete with your chin catching most of the force. Kyle and I raced you to Children's Riverside hospital. I was certain you needed stitches. You happily colored away as the doctor came in, gave me a band-aid and reassured me you were fine. We drove home in the blackness of night and all that remains is the scar you have on the underside of your chin. A year later you woke up on a summer morning and told me your legs didn't work. Polio, I was certain. And it was all my fault for waving the doctor off about the vaccine. You had single-handedly brought polio back into the United States' population. But instead of rushing you to the closest iron lung, I delivered you to day care and asked them to keep an eye on you. When you still were crawling around at lunch time, I left work and we hurried to the emergency room. The kind doctor decided you were having growing pains, and you were fine from that moment on. Our time at the hospital was so short that I decided we deserved to play a little hooky. I took you to get a cheeseburger for lunch before returning you to day care. It was a sweet time with you. And now here we were. Back at the emergency room, but this time it was different. It had only been days since my surgeon told me he didn't recommend surgery to remove the mass threatening to steal my breath. It was too risky in his eyes. Let's try chemotherapy again, he said. It was the unspoken words that killed me. We all knew that chemotherapy could only slow the cancer down, not destroy it. What could I hope for? A final Christmas in 2016? Would I make it to kindergarten graduation? These were terrifying questions. I had to bring myself back to the present. All I knew is that you needed your mama now and I was there for you, with you. I blinked back tears in that stretcher bed that I am sure had "STRYKER" imprinted on the side. Your vacant eyes focused on the TV in the corner of the room while we held the breathing mask to your lips. In that moment I knew I would not be there each time you will need me. It broke my heart that day and it breaks again as I write the horrid words. But at the same time, I felt such a relief that I was able to be with you that time. We finally were moved into a more permanent room and the day was filled with asthma education, movies, BINGO, and breathing treatments. The doctors didn't diagnose you with asthma, but they didn't have a certain answer for your shallow breaths. A virus? The dry, dusty, summer winds that we had faced at the pool just 24 hours before? It remains a mystery, but I'm grateful that the steroids caused your airways to open and relax throughout the day. I relied on my Valium for that. Even though you had improved so much during the day, they still felt like you needed to be kept overnight. Which, of course, meant that I was also kept overnight. You needed me with you and I needed the same. I told the nurse and doctor that we needed to be discharged by 10AM the next morning because I had an appointment to meet with a surgeon at Mayo Clinic in Rochester. The breathing specialist asked me what was priority: you being able to easily inhale oxygen or my appointment? Fuck you, I thought. You have no idea what my life is like and how dare you accuse me of not taking care of my son. I can't remember if I responded calmly or not. Probably not. But in my heart, I knew I was going to make sure that I left on time with a healthy boy. It must have been around 8pm when I told the nurses I was going to wheel you around the hospital halls for a bit in the wheelchair. They told me this was not allowed, but I somehow managed to get you out of that 9 ft by 9 ft room. I walked you to the cafeteria and then around to the lobby. We stared at the sculptures and art pieces, all created for the children who were unlucky enough to be inside these yellow walls. And then I remembered, the strawberry moon! Maybe we could catch a glimpse of the full moon rising on the longest day of the year. I casually rolled the wheelchair out the door, like we had been released from that medical prison. The humid city air hit us as we walked towards the sidewalk on Chicago Avenue. I looked up. The sun had set, but I couldn't spy the moon no matter which direction I turned. I'm not sure if we were too early or if the tall walls of the city hospital were blocking our view. We would miss it. The once-in-a-lifetime event, and we would miss it. The evening light turned into morning light. The longest day of the year yielded the shortest night of the year. It was obvious to everyone, but me. You body calmed overnight and your breathing became normal again. We were released from your jail cell late morning, just in time for us to drive south to Rochester. Although I fought your doctors to get you discharged on time, my appointment at Mayo Clinic merely felt like a formality. It was an answer to the question of whether I explored every option before giving up. Did I fight for you with my last ounce of strength? We walked in to see the surgeon. I hadn't seen him since just over a year before, when, at our first meeting, he told me I was uncurable. I didn't need to see him again. What else was there to say? I walked in with little respect for him. And even less hope. But I wanted him to see you. I wanted him to know why I was desperate for as many days as the Good Lord would give. I wanted him to see my ringless finger. I wanted him to lay eyes on the five year-old boy who had heard that word, "cancer", more times than any child should. I needed you. I needed your presence. I needed the doctor to see our family. You grounded me in that moment of fear and floating. The kind nurse brought you crayons and apple juice and snacks and kept you occupied while the surgeon performed his examination. You happily drank your apple juice (treat of all special treats!) and played games on Mimi's phone. I held my breath as I always do, waiting for the verdict. Will he or won't he? Am I a lost cause? Will he try to convince me that quality of life is more important than life and how can you even compare the two? "I think we should do the surgery." He went on to describe the major risks, the unknowns, the loss that I potentially would face. Loss? Is it loss to be alive? I knew in that moment, before I even left the exam room, that I would move forward with the surgery. How could we not? I've always taken the most aggressive approach. I've always weighed my options with the question of which I would regret more? Yes, I would regret not fighting with everything in me. "And I think we might be able to cure you." Cure. Cure me from cancer. Cure me from hopelessness. Cure me from depression. Cure me from this weighty, terrifying life. Cure. My eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I haven't heard that word for such a long time." We walked down the hallway after spending almost two hours with my doctor. My doctor. The doctor who would do the surgery that I hadn't yet committed to. The doctor that spoke of ridding my body of cancer. Forever? How had life changed so quickly? From mourning my last ER visit with you to allowing myself to dream of coming out of surgery cancer-free? How were we walking out of our second hospital of the day with a chance at feeling hope again? I would have loved to show you that strawberry moon that night when I pushed you along Chicago Avenue. I would have told you how rare it was, and why they coined the term, "strawberry moon." I would have described how we had just lived through the longest day of the year, hoping to sear these memories into your brain forever. Now, I am left feeling hopeful that we might live to see the next one. Together.

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Hepatitis C Information By Soma Technology, Inc.

Many people have Hepatitis C and don’t even know it; by the time they start showing symptoms, significant damage to the liver has already occurred. Hepatitis C information is available from a number of online sources, and since it is a fairly new form of hepatitis, facts and misconceptions are common points of discussion, so that the public can become educated. According to www.hepctherapy.net, almost 30% of the American population who have this chronic disease, have absolutely no idea how they got it. Information on Hepatitis C discusses the most common ways people contract it, what symptoms may be present, if any, treatment options, and how to live with it. Hepatitis C information describes how the body's immune system is just unable to fight the virus, and how over time, the liver loses its ability to function properly.

 The Hepatitis C information shared on the internet is full of the most pertinent facts that everyone should know, whether they have the virus or not. The incidence is increasing in the American population, and there are many routes of transmission included in Hepatitis C information. This virus is transmitted by infected blood on unsterile instruments in a medical or dental setting, in tattoo or body piercing parlors, by having sex with an infected partner, through a cut or skin wound, needle sticks, intravenous drug use with tainted needles, sharing drug paraphernalia used to snort cocaine or methamphetamines, blood transfusions, or through blood-to-blood contact. Hepatitis C information states that a great amount of time can pass from when infection occurs and the person starts showing symptoms, and damage to the liver can be severe by the time it is diagnosed. According to a number of online Hepatitis C information sources, this virus is one of the most common reasons that liver transplants are performed in this country.

 Prevention, education, and awareness is the best way to avoid contracting Hepatitis C. No one should have to worry about getting the virus through sterile medical and dental procedures, but it does happen. Tattoo and piercing parlors that are not regulated by state agencies can also be a possible source; it's okay to ask to see the sterile instruments and inks being opened from their packages, and if it's not sterile, I'd take my business elsewhere. Hepatitis C information also discusses the level of risk present for health care workers, needle sticks and exposure to blood is common, which is why the use of universal precautions is so important. The goal of Hepatitis C information is to provide education to everyone to reduce the prevalence and incidence of this horrific chronic disease.

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Ostomy Supplies by Soma Technology, Inc.

Finding the right type of ostomy supplies is an essential element for living well with an ostomy. After surgery individuals leave the hospital wearing a particular brand of ostomy equipment. Many people stay with their initial brand and live happily. However, there is more than one manufacturer of ostomy supplies, as well as more than one way to purchase them.

Selection Considerations

Here are some tips to remember when choosing your type of ostomy supplies:

Consult with your ostomy nurse first for information and recommendations for your particular situation. Remember that every person is different and you need to find what works best for you. You should feel free to experiment with different manufacturers of the same product or different types of products. Call the manufacturer's toll-free 800 number and request product samples, or ask your supplier for a sample. Check with your supplier for suggestions for new products. Ask if they have an ostomy nurse or other knowledgeable staff available to answer questions. Evaluating Suppliers

There are three major categories of ostomy supply dealers. Before you choose a particular supplier, you should be aware of the different services and choices each type offers:

Medical/Surgical Supply Houses - These companies specialize in selling all types of medical supplies. If they focus on ostomy products, they may offer special services such as ostomy nurses on staff, product recommendations, and troubleshooting advice. They will have a large amount of frequently-used supplies in stock, but can also special-order items. You generally purchase products by shopping at their store. Mail-order/Internet Companies - These companies operate on a national level, similar to any mail-order catalog. Once you receive a catalog, you can place an order by phone, online or by mail. Due to the large volume of supplies they sell, mail order supply houses often provide a discount on prices.     They may also have ostomy experts available for consultation. They do provide an easy way to purchase supplies. Local Drugstores - Due to consolidation and specialization in the industry, fewer and fewer chain drugstores will special-order medical supplies, but some of the remaining independent stores often will provide such customized service. They may or may not carry a number of different brands. However, they may charge higher prices due to a smaller volume.

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Lab Coats by Soma Technology, Inc.

Scientists actually wore white lab coats before medical doctors. In the mid-1800s scientists had shown that many of the medicines doctors used were no good. Scientists were more respected and trusted at the time. Therefore doctors, in order to achieve more respect and trust, took on the white lab coat. The length of the lab coat used to be a symbol of seniority. The longer the lab coat, the more prestigious the doctor.

Today, the white lab coat is a universal symbol of the medical professional. Most are made from a 65/35 polyester cotton blend and come in many different styles. When choosing a lab coat keep in mind the particular policies of the institution you work at. Some require long or short lab coats, depending on your responsibilities in that facility.

Nursing Shoes Nurses put in long hours on their feet. The shoes they wear must be able to keep up with them during the day. They have to be comfortable, durable, and must protect the feet. There are many types and styles to choose from. But It's important to realize that your job may require additional protection. Make sure to look for specific features that suit you best. Features such as slip-resistant soles or other specific safety features may be a necessity. Shoe Fitting Guidelines

• Each year measure your feet by length and width. Feet will change with age so its important to adjust your size if necessary. • Always wear socks when trying on shoes. • Be aware that sizes will vary from brand to brand. • Purchase a shoe that is comfortable right from the start. • Make sure to have at least a half inch of space from the end of your big toe to the tip of the shoe. • Consider the width of the shoe • Soles should be strong and flexible with a good gripping surface. • Insoles should be cushioned to absorb the jolts of walking on hard surfaces. • Check to see if there any specific hospital safety requirements.

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Mommy Makeover

Many women would agree that there are a few things in life as rewarding as motherhood. These women would also agree that having children takes a major toll on your body. For this reason, there has been a major increase in the number of mothers that are seeking mommy makeovers from a trusted plastic surgeon. With the help of Plastic Surgery, women are able to turn back the clock. A top to bottom makeover is common for women after childbearing is completed.

Most women struggle with the impact of pregnancy and aging on their body. With the help of a “mommy makeover” plastic surgeons are able to repair the disfiguring affects of childbearing. Pregnancy affects each woman differently.Age and genetics play an important role in how the body recovers from childbearing. Giving birth and breast-feeding can have profound negative effects on women. Often times, fat will accumulate in the hips and abdomen causing them to lose their hourglass shape. A mommy makeover typically consists of a breast lift with or without breast implants, a Liposuction, and a tummy tuck. The procedures are intended to tighten any lose skin, remove pregnancy fat, and reduce stretch marks.

A mommy makeover appeals to young mothers as quick fix for stubborn post pregnancy fat. Older moms see a mommy surgery as a way to slim down after pregnancy while also controlling aging itself. There are many well-known plastic surgeons in Los Angeles and Beverly Hills who offer a mommy makeover for women that want their abdomen and breasts back to the way they looked before pregnancy. When breast surgery is done, women may feel sad to see that they are left with sagging breasts with less volume. With the help of breast augmentation and a breast lift, patients are able to fully recover from breast feeding. If a mother wants to achieve a larger breast size, implants may be necessary. Saline implants are the most popular type of implant used. Once breasts are made fuller and perkier, mothers notice that their abdomen is not as flat as it used to be. The postpartum “pouch” that many women have is often a combination of excess skin, fat, and stretch marks. It may be impossible to significantly improve the abdominal area with diet and exercise. When excess skin and fat are the issues, a liposuction or tummy tuck may be the solution. A tummy tuck is often required to create a permanent solution for stubborn fat and excess skin. During this procedure, muscles are tightened and excess skin is removed to create a flat pre-pregnancy abdomen. For many women, cosmetic surgery is a well-deserved reward after all of the challenges of motherhood.

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