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specialmedicalcentre · 2 months ago

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Soon-Mi's ICU Visit

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“You’re alright miss…. just keep breathing.” The muffled and masked voice of nurse Emily was calm, but stern. Soon-Mi sat in a reclined stretcher in a busy hospital ward, holding an oxygen mask to her face and gasping like her life depended on it. Probably because it did.

“Pneumonia’s not being shaken. SpO2 still at 92% even on a non-rebreather.” Nurse Emily says to a medical student, Hannah, nearby. Soon-Mi, her hand drenched in cold sweat, claws at the mask and pulls it down to her neck. “I… ack… I’m a bit.. scared.” She wheezes, her lips turning blue from the effort. Nurse Emily firmly pushes the mask back up. “Don’t remove that. Hannah, go grab a BP cuff and some electrodes. We need a clearer picture, not just some pulse oximeter on her finger.”

Hannah rushes off as Nurse Emily unties Soon-Mi’s drenched gown. “Alright honey… it’s all okay, just be calm”. Hannah soon comes back, her naive eyes eager. “Got them…”. Nurse Emily places the electrodes over Soon-Mi’s drenched breasts and neck, and Hannah puts the BP cuff on her arm and another on her thigh. They begin to inflate and tighten as tears prick Soon-Mi’s eyes.

Nurse Emily begins to read the readings as they come through. “It’s not good. BP is collapsing, and heart rate is dropping slowly in line with SpO2. Can we get some IV fluids?”. Nurses begin to rush about around Soon-Mi’s writhing and gasping body. The mask she’s wearing is soaked from her breath, and her gown from her sweat.

Hannah looks expectantly at Nurse Emily. “What now? She’s not getting any better…” Soon-Mi grasps at Hannah’s scrubs, groaning under her breath. “Call a doctor, tell them she’s close to respiratory arrest.” Nurse Emily replies. Soon-Mi murmurs, her hair sticking to her forehead; “Wh…what’s happening?”

“Just relax honey, the doctors coming..”. As if on cue, Dr. Alisha comes in, tying a surgical mask on. “What’s she like now?” she asks, checking Soon-Mi’s vitals. “I’m not sure she’s improving much. Antibiotics seem to have no effect.” Nurse Emily says, curtly, as she removes the painfully tight BP cuff. “She’s hardly breathing.” she adds, as Soon-Mi clenches her eyes shut, rocking back and forth with the mask.

“I think it’s time to consider the ICU. If she stays like this she won’t survive the night.” Dr. Alisha says, pulling on a pair of gloves and pulling the railings up on the bed.

“If you’re sure doctor…” Nurse Emily starts pushing the gurney down the corridor, as Hannah hurries along, pulling a bouffant cap over Soon-Mi’s hair and mask strap.

As the team arrive in an empty ICU bay, Dr. Alisha immediately pulls off the oxygen mask, replacing it with a nasal cannula. “They’re better for pre-oxygenation when we intubate.” She explains, after seeing Hannah’s puzzled look. Nurse Emily pulls off Soon-Mi’s soaked gown entirely, strapping on a makeshift diaper for discretion and as a precautionary measure. “Hannah, put a BP cuff on each limb.” Hannah obliges, tightening them all at once in a symphony of desperation. Soon-Mi’s gaze starts to drift, as the lowered oxygen therapy takes its toll.

“Get that intubation team in here, stat!” says Dr. Alisha, noting Soon-Mi’s deteriorating condition. “Quickly!”.

But at that point Soon-Mi’s dizziness and breathlessness had taken its toll, and she fell unconscious and unresponsive as the 3 staff members rush around the room.

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analogwriting · 8 months ago

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 18: Core

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3.5k a/n: uh, sorry it's been so long. life's been wiiiiild lmao first|next

Time went by quickly. The staff operated as if nothing happened - as if they hadn’t just been out for over a week. They were acting like it was just another run of the mill day and you were grateful for that.

No one tried to get in contact with this side of the hospital. Well, one person did, but it was just a check in that was easily faked. It was also only a couple of hours, so it wasn’t like you had a lot of time for things to happen.

It felt too easy, but if Corazon was right, your father was banking on you being out for the count for a while. So unless Doflamingo were to somehow get ahold of him, he'd be none the wiser. The man must've thought he could take you on his own and didn't notify anyone you were here earlier. Good thing he had such a massive ego. It worked in your favor.

“Alright, get ready. It's shift change,” you said to one of your staff members. “Gather up a few more and we'll head over. I'm going to keep watch to see who comes in.” After all, you didn't want to get any innocents involved.

You watched the screens, making note of who came and went. It seemed like it was a lot of your normal night staff, but with some of your father's men sprinkled in. Probably only about a handful. Nothing you couldn't handle.

“Ready?” You looked over as one of your staff members poked their head in, you nodded. “There's about five of my father's men. The rest are normal staff.” They nodded as you headed towards the door.

“Follow my lead. Just like before. We should be able to take care of this quickly.” Unfortunately, however, it was going to be a bit harder. You didn't have a series of tunnels on that side of the hospital, so you dressed in scrubs, including a mask and bouffant cap. You couldn't risk anyone recognizing you. Your staff could get by in just normal scrubs luckily.

You and three other staff members went with you to the front side of the hospital. You went in through the main entrance, acting like you were rolling in for your shift.

You were greeted by the night receptionist. You waved at him, heading further into the hospital. You and the three others you were with spread out. You had debriefed them quickly on who was on this side that didn't belong. “Make sure to report to my office in an hour,” you muttered to the three of them. They all nodded and you went your separate ways.

“Doctor, you're back?” You tensed, moving quickly. You grabbed whomever it was, pulling them into the storage closet, covering their mouth. It was Nico Robin. She didn't look scared or startled by your actions, however.

“I can't let anyone know I'm here,” you said quietly.

She nodded in understanding and you removed your hand from her mouth. “Sorry about that.”

“It's quite alright. I knew something was up when you and Marco stopped showing up. Along with the boys. All of us staff did. Then new people rolled in, claiming new management. Glad to see you back.” She had a relaxed smile and you wondered why the hell she was so calm. Most people would be freaking out by now.

“We're not as in the dark as you think, doctor. Not anymore at least. The newcomers aren't bright and talk very loud. And you know this place is a hub for gossip.”

You couldn't help but smile from under your mask. “Well, it's nice to know people were still willing to stay.”

“Of course we did. We all knew you'd come back for us. Even if it took some time. Besides, they mostly left us alone and let us operate how we usually did.” She shrugged, folding her arms across her chest.

That was good. You had been worried that they'd completely overturn the place, at least they seemed to have trusted your staff on the front side to keep things operating. Though, Robin and your staff’s trust in you coming back meant the world to you. You had no idea they held you in such high regards. Everything was slowly being put into perspective for you.

You owed everyone so much at this point. You were already planning on giving everyone some extra vacation days and some gifts because this was insane.

“There is one girl who is going around barking orders, but she doesn't seem to know the first thing about being a doctor.” Robin gave an amused laugh, shaking her head. “I think her name was Trinity? I'm not sure. I never paid much attention to her. However, she's out today.”

You felt your blood boil at the mention of her. Not necessarily at her, though. She was a victim and barely even an adult. Your blood boiled because you still couldn't believe your father. You couldn't believe he completely sired and raised a child all this time without you knowing. That he specifically kept it from you as well.

You shoved those thoughts away. “Sorry again, Robin. Thank you for everything. I'll let you go.”

Robin just smiled her easy going smile and nodded. “It's quite alright, just like I said. Good luck, doctor.” With that, she left.

You stayed there a moment longer, taking a deep breath. It was absolutely nerve wracking right now. Plus, how the hell did Robin immediately recognize you? You thought you were completely covered. Maybe Robin was just really good at recognizing people. That's what you hoped anyway. You somewhat banked on that hope.

After recollecting yourself, you headed out of the storage closet like nothing happened, continuing back towards your office. “Is it just radio silence over there?” You heard a voice coming from your office and you slowed down, sticking close to the wall as you listened from around the corner.

“Yeah. I haven't been able to get ahold of anyone for a couple of hours. I figured they were busy, but I'm starting to get worried. They did check in, but nothing else. Which isn’t normal.” Ah, shit.

From the sounds of the voices, it was your father's right hand men, Daniel and Gabriel. You felt your chest tighten. These men were practically your uncles, they helped raise you, but they treated you just as coldly as your father did now.

You took a deep breath before quieting your racing heart so you could listen.

“You don't think they're back to take over the hospital, do you?”

“Nah, that's impossible. The boss made sure to crush their spirit. Besides, they signed the papers. Even if they tried to take things back, in the face of the law, the hospital isn't theirs anymore. I'm sure they're busy fixing someone up. I heard there was a shootout earlier today anyway.”

You felt your blood boil even more. So, Corazon was right. Your father was banking on psychological warfare. How could you do such a thing to your own child? You still couldn’t believe he’d go so far. It was disgusting honestly. All this for what?

“If they would've just stopped with their stupid fantasyland, we wouldn't be in this situation.” A sigh could be heard. You felt your eye twitch.

“That's true. They have no one to blame but themselves.” A laugh. “For a doctor, they sure are dumb.” Both of them started laughing.

Oh, you were going to fuck them up royally. You didn't care that these men helped raise you. These weren't the caring uncles you grew up with. Those men were dead - fake.

“Wait, what's that on the camera? Is someone listening?” Shit. Well, there was no hiding now. You ripped off your mask and bouffant.

You rounded the corner, pulling out your gun, training it at them and they did the same to you. You shot once, getting one of them in the leg. Daniel cried out, kneeling on the ground. With one hand he covered the wound, with the other he pointed his gun at you.

“What are you doing here?” You could hear slight fear in Gabriel's voice. It was true. Your father’s men did fear you. At least a little bit. You glared at the both of them.

“What the fuck does it look like? I'm taking my hospital back.”

“You can't. You signed it over.”

“Did I?”

You let another gunshot fly, getting Gabriel in the arm. He dodged, the bullet only grazing him. Shit. You heard another gunshot, dodging and rolling to the side. You shot the doorstop, making your door close so that no loose bullets could hit innocent passersbys. At least they had been smart enough to have silencers, so there wouldn’t be too much noise.

Your office was a good size, but it wasn't exactly a good size for a shootout. No place indoors would be. You needed to end this quickly. Right now it was a stalemate. The two of them behind the desk and you in front. You had to think. What to do… There were two of them and only one of you. Then an idea popped into your head.

With a deep breath, you shot at your metal cabinet, the bullet ricocheting and shooting behind the desk. You heard one of them cry out and a gun skitter to the floor. Luckily, they hadn’t been standing so the gun didn’t accidentally go off. “Gabriel!” You stood up quickly, pointing your gun at the otherside.

You saw Gabriel laying there on the ground, crumpled. Daniel was shaking him, but the man wasn’t moving. “He’s dead, Daniel.” You didn’t have to look to see. The rapidly accumulating blood on the floor told you enough. Must’ve gotten him in the neck.

The man looked at you with rage in his eyes. He turned, aiming his gun at you and just shooting blindly. Never shoot when blind with emotion - your father taught you that. First lesson. Luckily, you were able to predict that he was going to react like that, quickly ducking back behind the desk while the bullets made their way into your ceiling. They stopped in the softer tiles instead of bouncing off of them.

“How could you do such a thing, y/n?” You could hear the distress in his voice and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Says the man who was just shooting me,” you mumbled.

“We’re supposed to be family. Does that mean nothing to you? Gabriel even helped teach you how to drive a car. How could you treat him so coldly?” You sat there, astonished.

Was he really trying to guilt you right now? That was fucking rich.

You rounded the corner of your desk and before Daniel could even turn, you sent your fist into his face. The shock alone was enough to loosen his grip on his own gun and you snatched it out of his hands like taking a toy from a toddler.

You took him by the collar and pulled him in closer, glaring at him. “Are you really trying to use that on me right now? The two men who treated me like a stranger when I came to visit? The two men who just tried to kill me? The two men who were just banking on my mental breakdown to keep me from coming back?” You shook your head.

“Family means nothing to the likes of you. That much is clear.”

“Y/n, please. Don’t do this. Think of all the good times we’ve had.” You acted like you were going to think about it, standing up and letting him go. He went to reach for Gabriel’s gun and you shot him in the head with a sigh. “Pathetic.”

Your therapist was going to be going into overtime. You were going to probably pay them extra these next few sessions. Maybe also get in a couple extra sessions. You had a lot of things to work through.

You closed your eyes, taking a moment. You were trying your best to keep it together right now, but you honestly felt like you were about to explode. This was the worst. Everything turned out so shitty. Everything had fallen apart so fast but…

Your mind shifted to what you did have. Pops and Marco. Corazon. Your staff. You just regained control over your hospital. Everything would sort itself out. You were sure.

After a moment of internal crisis, you glanced over to the desktop, checking the cameras. It seemed everyone else was apprehended as well. You saw them all knocked out and tied up in one of the conference rooms that was currently closed off.

“There’s still one missing.” Your staff came into the office. Had it been an hour already? Shit, time was flying. “I’ll go look for them. Someone keep an eye on the others, one patrol the halls, and the other stay here and keep an eye on these two. They’re dead, but mostly make sure no one else wanders in to see them - and keep an eye on the cameras.” The three of them nodded and you turned to head out first.

You headed down the hallway. Everything was pretty quiet for the most part. It was late enough in the night that most, if not all, of the patients were asleep. It was a skeleton crew of staff as well. It was calm, eerily calm. Even though you had just murdered two men in cold blood in your office, things were oddly serene and it made you uneasy. You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You suddenly felt someone yank you into an empty room and hands around your throat. Oh sweet fuck. You struggled for a second, clawing and trying to get them to let go. You saw it was another person from your father’s crew, the one you had just been looking for. Well, you found them at least.

Black started to encroach on the edges of your vision as you started seeing stars. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You decided to drop your weight, startling them into loosening their grip and you gasped, beginning to cough and rolling a away from them to give yourself space. You felt them run over to you, stepping over you to straddle you but you didn’t stop moving long enough to let them succeed and you shoved them backwards as you sat up, sending them tumbling.

You quickly darted over to them and before they could gather themselves and stand up, you brought their head down onto the floor, knocking them out cold. You were panting as you sat down on the floor next to their unconscious body. Fuck, that was close. You rubbed your throat, just knowing it was probably going to bruise. Any longer and they probably would’ve done some serious damage to your windpipe too.

You closed your eyes, flopping on the ground to catch your breath. Man, this was exhausting. You just wanted to sleep.

You let yourself catch your breath before taking your assailant and tying them up, sticking them with the others. At this point, it was starting to get light outside. You didn’t even realize that much time had passed. Maybe you passed out for a minute there without realizing.

Now, everything was running like it used to. You called in all the staff you had from the underground side of the hospital. They were stationed on both sides, keeping an eye on things. You would probably have to keep security up for the time being until you would resolve this issue once and for all.

With Doflamingo out of commission for the most part and Crocodile straight up out of the picture, you weren’t sure there was really much else to do besides confront your father. You just weren’t sure how you were going to do that.

“So, you really did it, huh?” You turned around, seeing Marco walking into your office. You’d long since cleaned up the mess you made earlier. You felt weirdly numb about everything. Maybe it hadn’t fully sunk in yet. Some things still felt like a bad dream.

“I suppose I did,” you responded in a monotonous voice. You were painfully exhausted. Going from a hermit and depressive episode straight into action and fighting wasn’t exactly easy to do. Your entire body ached and you longed for sleep. “Wait, what are you doing here?” It just dawned on you - you didn’t call him.

“You should head home and get some rest,” Marco said with a frown as he examined you, ignoring your question. “Oh, that looks rough.” His eyes were on your neck. “That bad?” He nodded in response. You had been so busy making sure everyone else was okay and that the intruders were taken care of in a discreet manner that you hadn’t even had time to look at your own injuries. You know your had a few grazes from bullets as well that you hadn’t tended to just yet either.

“There’s still so much for me to do.”

“Well, run it over with me and I’ll take over. We can hold it from here.” You just looked at Marco, debating on whether or not to do just that.

Marco shook his head. “Sorry. I phrased that like you had a choice. I’m telling you to do it and that you are going to go home and rest after.” You were honestly so exhausted that you didn’t even argue with him.

For the most part, everything was taken care of. The intruders had been disposed of. Doflamingo was taken care of and sent back to his people in the terrible state he was stuck in. You had also made sure he knew that the hospital was still in your name. They had no legal hold in the issue.

Right now, it was just making sure that no one else tried to take things over. It was a waiting game for most things to blow over. You weren’t sure if the families were going to try to retaliate or not.

You filled Marco in on everything, walking him through things as he patched you up. You had called in all your staff and even called in some older staff that had retired. Just to see if they’d help watch over the hospital. Luckily, they were all willing to help and you had extra security around the clock. At least for a little while.

Now, it was your turn to rest. You almost just collapsed in the breakroom, but you knew that Corazon was probably worried about you right now. Marco had mentioned something about him wanting to come but Marco had talked him out of it.

“I told him that you would need motivation to go home and he’d be great motivation.” That had only made your face turn bright red. He wasn’t wrong, nothing was more enticing than the thought of curling up in bed with your boyfriend right now…he was your boyfriend, right? You two didn’t officially say anything, but you assumed as much.

Fuck, you were two tired to think.

You weren’t even fully there on the way home either. You blinked and you were in front of Pops’ house. Did you drive here? You were behind the wheel so you guessed you did. Maybe you really just zoned out. At least you didn’t get hurt and neither did anyone else.

You weren’t going to do that again.

You slowly climbed out of the car, the adrenaline leaving your body. Everything felt like it was made of stone and you were sluggish in your movements. Not too much further. You yawned, stretching. As you stepped towards the gates, they opened, revealing Corazon. He immediately took your face in his hands and kissed you hard. It was now your turn to make a noise of surprise.

He picked you up, spinning you around in excitement. “You’re okay!”

Oh, sweet jesus you were going to throw up. “Oh fuck, please put me down. I’m going to hurl.”

“Oh, sorry.” He put you down with a frown. You shook your head. “It’s okay. Not your fault. I already felt like shit.” You took a deep breath, shaking your head. “I’m good now.” Corazon frowned as he seemed to notice the bruising on your neck. His fingers lightly traced the skin and you felt your breathing hitch.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he mumbled.

Before you could say anything, you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you shoved him through the opening of the gate. “Get down!” You heard two gunshots go off and a car speed off before pain immediately seared in your back and shoulder. It was so intense that you weren’t even sure where it was originating exactly.

The world began to spin immediately as your body started growing cold and numb. Oh fuck. It wasn’t your spine. You were sure it was your shoulder and maybe your waist. Nothing too damaging - you hoped. Not that you were able to think much before your entire world went black.

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nordicmedfet · 2 years ago

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Mr A part 1

Disclaimer - this story contains nudity and scenarios of cpr and defibrillation

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The waitingroom is cold and empty. No photos on the walls. Dark tinted windows. There is just an old and worn down chair standing by the wall. Mr A suddenly calls my name, there he stands in the doorway. In blue paper scrubs and a blue bouffant cap. - Please come in, you can get undressed over there and put on this gown. He gives me a white paper gown and then watch me as I get undressed and put the gown on. He then shows me in to the exam room. He gives me a green bouffant to wear aswell.

There is different medical equipment all along the walls, a ventilator, monitoring, defibrillator, and in the center of the room there is a big bare exam bed. The bed is cold, giving me goosebumps all over. Excitement spreads all throughout my body. Mr A tells me to move further down the bed. He then proceedes to strap down my legs in the stirups. He places a big strap across my chest. Tells me to lay my arms out on the armrests and straps those down as well.

Mr A then starts to examine me starting on my belly, presses hard and measures. Examine my breasts, measures and feel, then he place suction cups on them, making my nipples firm and sensitive. He then place a speculum into my vagina, opening very slowly. I feel my vagina spread open more and more as he openthe speculum step by step. After close inspection he removes it again, very slow. Mr A then procedes to sedate me, he places a mask over my face and strokes my hair. -There you go, just breathe in and relax.

I take a few deep breaths and I start to get dizzy, I feel my eyes starting to drift away. Mr A then intubates me with an LMA. I feel the tube go down my throat and i can feel it resting softly in my pharynx. Mr A secures the LMA with soft, white tape. He then place tape over my eyes to keep them closed. Im in a sedated yet conscious state, it exhilitares me. Makes my nipples stiff and makes my vagina moist. But what now, my heart starts to flutter. Mr A uses his stethoscope to listen to my heart, he's concerned. He places ecg electrodes over my bare chest. The noise from the ecg machine only makes my heart flutter even more. Suddenly it stops..

Mr A then tears my paper gown apart and removes the strap. He interlocks his fingers over my breastbone and starts to count out loud, pressing down on my chest deep and fast. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

But nothing changes. he's pushing harder and deeper, counting loudly. My breasts move to the rhythm of the compressions. Mr A decides to get the defibrilator, placing some gel on the paddles and then placing one paddle on my chest and one paddle on the side of my abdomen.

CLEAR!

The chock makes my entire body move, my chest is raised of the bed and as i fall back on the bed my large breasts wobble. Mr A is not happy with just one chock, my heart is still not responding. He places the paddles on my chest once again and gives me a higher charged chock. My chest moves even higher and as i fall back to the bed my large breast moves even more.

He then disconects me from the ventilator and proceeds to hyperventilate me with the ambu bag. My chest and belly move in rythm with each breath. In and out, up and down. He reconnects me to the ventilator and return to those deep, fast and vigorous chest compressions. Making my large breasts and large belly go up and down. He tries with one last fully charged defibrilation and my whole body moves with the chock. The next few seconds moves by in slow motion, second by second my breasts move slowly up and down as a result of the last chock. like an aftermath.

I slowly return to a conscious state and Mr A is standing over me, stroking my head and i can see he is smiling under the facemask. - How was that darling? I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.

Even tho I was sedated i felt as if I was concious and experienced every thing he did to me. Every vigorous compression, every loaded chock, every breath, the LMA resting deep in my throat. ----------------------------------- This story is made up by me

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dausy · 2 years ago

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Anybody else have the most unorganized filing system on their computer? It drives me crazy but also the attempt to organize drives me crazy. Mainly what happened on mine is back when my computer was misbehaving ages ago I ended up trying to move files over to a different section of the computer and ended up with a lot of duplicates.

But I had to reedit and reorganize a large chunk of my print files and its taken the majority of the morning. Primarily the smaller illustrations that were in my 4x6 sketchbooks. Making those print-able when I didn't do it the first time because I didn't think anybody'd want those as prints...well now I'm just mad at myself. I only also got some stuff uploaded to inkblot and I'm still toying with signing up for furaffinity. I am honestly sick of staring at my art.

I also had to take a test for the Board of Nursing in Texas. Which I was also not happy about. I've been having issues with my compact license so now I'm just becoming a Texas citizen (ew). They did issue me a temporary Texas license but its still ew.

I did get a few scrub caps in the mail so now I don't have to wear ugly bouffants anymore. I have zero idea what happened to my old ones. I know where they were in the previous house. No idea what happened to them or my other dog backpack.

We went on a 5 mile hike yesterday and thankfully before we moved I had put one of the dog backpacks (to literally carry my dog in, not a dog designed backpack, its a dog carrier) in the trunk of my car. I kinda wanted to bring the other one (thats missing) because it transforms into an actual backpack (to carry my things if the dog wants to walk). The dog enjoyed the 2 mile walk up but didn't feel like walking down so we ended up carrying her. I learned. Get a dog backpack. Saves you some frustration (though maybe not your back).

Other things that are happening. Theres a formal ceremony I'm supposed to go to with my husband on Friday and I'm new at my job and told them about the ceremony and took Friday off. Apparently in classic military fashion they may move the ceremony to another day. Love it. Also, apparently theres a military ball in March? so now I'm trying to find a formal dress to wear. Husband is supposed to leave for the entirety of February for work. I also got another job offer but for 10$/hr less than what I'm getting paid at the job I did accept so I declined it.

But I think I'm done with all my other stressors in life at the moment? All my certs and licensures are up to date. I'm working. When my husbands gone I guess I'll be spending it doing art and God of War.

#artblog #artlife #milspouse #lifeblog #artprints #artwork #illustration

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aliciainbagland · 2 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 3 (THREE) Nurse Hats, Surgical Scrub Bouffant Hat.

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cosmofan47 · 6 months ago

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I once had a dream...

...that I was the most powerful witch living in a fairytale kingdom.

The king had come to see me. He was a small man, about a head shorter than me. He was an anxious man, never quite sure of himself.

And he was a man in love.

The king had fallen for a visiting princess, a beautiful woman who wore the most exquisite gowns. The king was too nervous to tell the princess how he felt, afraid of rejection and that he was wrong about his feelings.

The king wanted me to cast a spell on the princess. Not a spell that would force her to fall in love with him, the king insisted, but a spell that would make her kiss him. He knew that if he could just kiss the princess, they would know for sure that they were each other’s true love.

I agreed to help him.

The king took me to a beauty salon that the princess passed while on daily walks around the kingdom. He said he had been booking daily makeover appointments so that he could spot her as she walked by. He booked me one too.

I was now less eager to help him because beauty salons make me nervous. But a witch cannot break their promise without something terrible happening. That’s why most witches are wicked- it’s easier to not keep promises if you only use your magic selfishly.

We sat in the salon, the king’s hairdresser commenting on how often his majesty has been visiting lately. The king responded that he wanted to try a blue bouffant today.

My hairdresser was scrubbing my greasy hair with vigor, talking about giving me a perm. I was focusing on not telling the hairdresser that I didn’t want my hair done, hoping she would sense it from my silence and body language. She didn’t seem to notice.

I had just gotten some shampoo in my eyes when the king yelled That’s her! That’s the princess!

I sat up and wiped the sudsy liquid out of my eyes. I could barely see, but out the front window I managed to make out the blurry shape of a tall woman in a voluptuous pink gown. In the pink? I asked.

Yes! Yes! The king exclaimed. And she’s wearing my favorite gown! Hurry!

I pulled out a wand and zapped her with the spell. The princess stopped, turned and ran through the salon door and toward the king, kissing him square on the lips.

My work done, I stood up and walked out of the salon, my hair full of suds.

The next day, I was summoned by the new queen.

I expected to see the princess, but instead I saw a different woman in a gown similar to the one the princess had on the day before. This queen was about a head shorter than me. This queen had her hair in a blue bouffant.

It was the king, clean shaven and looking more confident than I could even remember.

Did the spell not work, your Majesty? I asked.

Oh, it worked, he replied. But as I kissed the visiting princess, I realized that it wasn’t her I was in love with.

I was in love with her dress.

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surgical-scrub-caps · 1 year ago

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#scrub caps #medical scrubs #bouffant scrubs #surgical scrubs

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willcomemed · 9 months ago

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Disposable Medical Cap

WILLCOME Disposable medical cap, we also call them surgical cap or medical head cover, is a protective garment worn by healthcare professionals in various clinical and healthcare settings. These caps are designed to serve several important purposes in healthcare environments.

Medical caps come in various styles, including bouffant caps, scrub caps, and surgical hoods, and are typically made from non-woven fabric or other materials that provide both breathability and protection. The choice of cap style may depend on the specific requirements of the healthcare facility or the preference of the healthcare worker.

We offer an extensive range of disposable medical cap to our clients that easily fit the heads of both men and women. In addition to their features, their usage prevent the shedding of micro organisms during operation. Our range finds wide application in different hospitals and acknowledged for user friendly nature and quality.

Double layer thermal binding for smooth edges, it doesn’t lose hair, has a sense of verticality. Ultrasonic heat sealing process at the seams, compact and integrated, solid and durable. the high elastic rubber band at the back of the hat protects the hair.

Double rubber band and single rubber band for the bouffant caps, compare with single rubber band, double ribs are more durable.

The elastic band can stretch up to inches that you want, so you do not worry it will not suitable for you. Manufacturing Original Length: Approx. 7.5 inch / 19cm; Original Width: Approx. 0.8 inch / 2cm.

Medical caps are an important component of personal protective equipment (PPE) in healthcare settings, used in conjunction with other PPE items such as masks, gowns, gloves, and eye protection to ensure the safety of healthcare workers and prevent contamination in sterile environments. The specific requirements and guidelines for the use of medical caps may vary by healthcare facility and jurisdiction.

Disposable round cap (nurse cap)

Spun-bonded polypropylene: these caps are made from non-woven, spun-bonded polypropylene fabric which creates a solid barrier, they are latex-free, making them ideal for anyone with latex allergies and perfect for hospital and laboratory use. Broad stretch band simplifies donning and doffing.

Full protection: each cap has an elastic band to keep the cap securely in place without sliding. These caps offer full hair protection,significantly reduces the risk of contamination.

Materials of Disposable Medical Cap

Spunbond Polypropylene - Optional

Spunbond polypropylene is one of the most common materials for disposable medical caps. It is a synthetic non-woven fabric that is breathable, lightweight, and provides adequate protection against contaminants. It is also cost-effective, making it a popular choice in healthcare settings.

Polyethylene (PE)- Optional

Some disposable medical caps are made from polyethylene, a plastic material. Polyethylene caps are water-resistant and provide a protective barrier against fluids and contaminants. They are often used in situations where fluid resistance is crucial.

Polyester and Cellulose Blend - can be customized

In some cases, disposable caps are made from a blend of polyester and cellulose fibers. This combination provides comfort, breathability, and moderate protection against contaminants.

SMS (Spunbond-Meltblown-Spunbond) Fabric - Optional

SMS fabric is a composite material made from layers of spunbond polypropylene and meltblown polypropylene. It offers enhanced barrier properties compared to standard spunbond material, making it suitable for situations where a higher level of protection is required.

<p>Tyvek - can be customized

Tyvek is a high-density polyethylene material that is strong, tear-resistant, and offers good barrier properties. It is sometimes used for disposable caps in situations where extra durability and protection are needed.

Latex-Free and Hypoallergenic Materials - can be customized

Many disposable medical caps are made from latex-free and hypoallergenic materials to minimize the risk of allergic reactions among healthcare workers and patients.

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blueskyscrub · 1 year ago

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Elegant and Functional Scrub Caps for Women: Your Ultimate Guide

Intro: Healthcare has traditionally seen style and function as mutually exclusive; but that perception has rapidly evolved with regard to scrub caps for women.

Gone are the days of plain, plain head coverings - healthcare professionals now have numerous elegant yet functional scrub cap options that allow them to show their individual styles as they tuck away their locks securely while showing their personal flare! In this ultimate guide we'll look into scrub caps' history, importance, and how many designs there are that combine flair with practicality for healthcare workers looking for both flair AND practicality simultaneously!

Scrub Cap Development History and Its Future Implications

Scrub caps were first developed as part of hygiene measures during surgical procedures during the 1940s to promote hygiene and avoid contamination, covering hair to keep it off of patients or surgical fields and away from becoming part of surgical fields. They initially offered basic colours and styles.

As healthcare professionals have come to realise, scrub caps provide an outlet for self-expression and style - leading them to alter the design and aesthetics of scrub caps for women who may have more diverse fashion preferences than men. This has resulted in changes to scrub cap styles for both genders.

Scrub Caps Are Essential

Scrub caps remain an invaluable way of maintaining cleanliness and avoiding contamination; however, they also come equipped with additional benefits:

Hair Control: Scrub caps provide effective solutions to hair management by keeping loose strands secure, keeping medical procedures uninterrupted, and protecting surgical area against interference by loose strands of hair that might interfere.

Comfort: Quality scrub caps are constructed of breathable materials designed to wick away excess moisture, keeping the head cool and comfortable during long shifts.

Hygiene: Scrub caps play an integral part in creating an infection-free environment and can significantly lower the risk of infections by covering hair.

Identification: Navigating an ever-evolving healthcare environment can be challenging; colour-coded scrub caps or custom designed ones can assist in quickly distinguishing among various team members or departments.

Style Expression: Healthcare professionals (and especially women) can express themselves and add flair to their professional attire by donning fashionable scrub caps. This adds both flair and class.

Elegant and Functional Scrub Cap Styles

Classic Tie-Back Caps: These timeless scrub caps feature long ties with adjustable buckles to provide secure adjustments and full coverage, often available with decorative patterns and colours for optimal aesthetics.

Bouffant Scrub Caps: Bouffant scrub caps provide an open fit that makes them suitable for individuals with longer or thicker locks, providing comfort all around their heads with elastic bands to secure it to ensure an ideal fit.

Pixie Scrub Caps: Pixie scrub caps offer an ingenious twist to traditional scrub caps with their shorter and fitted design that ensure a stylish yet snug fit.

Convertible Scrub Caps: Some scrub caps offer convertible designs that allow them to be worn with either a ponytail or bun, with their strategic opening allowing the hair to be pulled through while providing coverage.

Scrub Caps with Buttons: In response to the COVID-19 pandemic, scrub caps featuring buttons on their sides have seen increasing popularity as they provide an easy and secure anchor point for mask straps reducing strain on ears and relieving strain from these caps.

Designer and Custom Caps: For healthcare professionals seeking something with their own signature flair, designer and custom scrub caps provide an outstanding way to express themselves individually. Ranging from colourful patterns to personalised embroidery work, these caps allow healthcare workers to express themselves freely while showing off their individuality.

Selecting an Appropriate Scrub Cap

Selecting an ideal scrub cap requires considering both style and functionality:

Material: When searching for long shiftwear options, opt for lightweight materials like cotton or cotton blends that ensure comfort during long work shifts.

Coverage: Selecting an adequate cap style depends upon both your hair length and personal taste; choose something with sufficient coverage that offers full head protection.

Fit: An appropriately fitting cap helps ensure it remains securely on during active moments, providing extra peace of mind for its wearer. Adjustable straps or elastic bands help provide a customised and secure fit.

Designer: Create designs to reflect your individuality by mixing patterns, colours, or even custom-created artwork that speaks directly to you.

Maintenance: Given the rigorous nature of healthcare work, consider buying scrub caps that are easily maintained.

Caring for Your Scrub Caps

To extend the longevity of your scrub caps:

Adhere to Care Instructions: For optimal fabric care and design integrity, always adhere to the care instructions from your manufacturer.

Rotate Caps: Rotating scrub caps regularly is one way of increasing their lifespan and prolonging their service.

Avoid Extreme Heat: Excessive heat can damage fabric and compromise its fit, so use gentle washing and drying methods instead.

Conclusion

Healthcare attire is rapidly undergoing an evolution, and scrub caps for women are at the vanguard of this shift. No longer relegated to plain utilitarian designs, elegant and functional scrub caps now serve as an avenue of self-expression that uphold hygiene and professionalism - from classic styles to custom creations; healthcare workers now have an opportunity to express themselves creatively through their choice of scrub caps based on factors like material, fit and design considerations to find something which perfectly combines elegance and function in their demanding work environments.

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buoffant-scrub-caps · 2 years ago

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Uses of Buoffant Scrub Caps

Maintaining a sterile and contamination-free environment is critical in healthcare settings. With their distinct style and functional characteristics, bouffant caps serve an important role in protecting the safety and hygiene of both healthcare staff and patients. In this blog post, we will look at the many advantages and applications of bouffant caps in healthcare settings. Bouffant caps provide substantial benefits in a safe and controlled environment, from surgical operations to cleanrooms and laboratories.

#buoffant scrub caps #scrub caps #surgical scrub caps

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abysmal-black · 6 months ago

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Dark eyes click to the surgeon, the deep bags under his eyes not missed. Law seemingly have battled with insomnia and lost but in spite of his reluctance had busied himself with reading. One less report for Sanji to roll his eyes at but the development has the barest smile tugging at his lips.

“Always.” The nagging in the back of his mind is more quiet than usual. “I've already made preparations, you'll get your time Trafalgar.” One of the perks of being a seasoned spy is time management; being an authority figure in the kingdom makes it child’s play.

Gesturing with his head he steps past Law and leads him further into the castle. What seems like a long string of random turns leads them to a corridor that splits into two directions. Instead of turning again Sanji approaches the nondescript wall, knowing fingers feeling along the stone and catching a switch. Sleepy snail stocks roll out of the wall, white shell serving as a keypad. The passcode he enters isn't his own, daily code switches easily lifted from one of Ichiji's reports. Snail chirps softly in the affirmative before sliding back into the wall. Stone shudders, extending and deciding in one smooth breath revealing elevator doors as they hiss open. Stepping inside another snail pad awaits input, a slim finger entering B6 before the door slides closed.

This floor is notably colder, walls lined with pipes of deep pumped ocean water to discourage foreign pathogens. The actual cloning research labs are located deeper still, white coats forced to go through several decontaminations and a litany of security protocols. Currently they are between the lab and farm where clones are moved to mature, security slightly more relaxed at the late hour. Sanji has only been down here a handful of times, double six and the army are fundamentally different at their current stages given the special force leans heavily into modifications but he strides from the elevator with easy confidence. Most of the rooms they pass are empty, already sterilized for the following day. Corridors are neatly laid out in a grid, the room they finally stop at inconspicuous. Overhead lights flick on, polished metal walls lining a room with neat drawers of various sizes on one wall, a bench and four open cubbies with a set of hangers in each built into the opposite wall. Closer to far door are two deep basen sinks, bars of unopened antibacterial soup and finally various sets of gloves.

Sanji nods towards the heavy water tight door on the other end of the room. “Autopsy rooms are clean, you'll need to change.” He steps away to dig into the cabinets, each labeled with a word and number. Glancing back at the surgeon he confirm's mental measurements before moving to each drawer. "Here." Out stretched hand contains a change of scrubs, apron, shoe covers, mask, safety glasses and bouffant cap, all standard autopsy fair that's mirrored in his other hand minus the apron. Sanji has no interest in helping or hindering the other's work but he didn't want the stretch of chemicals on his clothes either.

Stepping away once Law takes the new garb he sets to undressing and redressing himself in silence.

He left Sanji on that balcony, and he felt accomplished. The situation won’t be ideal, but he will get a look at those close and that is worth any inconvenience. The note he received the following morning from a nervous looking maid was helpful. The small, innocuous piece of paper dropped into a fire moments after he gave the woman his thanks and a dismissal. He clocks the time and place easily enough, remembering the day Sanji suggested they perform this act of rebellion and subterfuge. And for a day or two nothing bothers Law’s snarky chill. Until his curiosity gets the better of him and he decides to give in to the offer of unlimited library access.

Trafalgar Law has not slept a single hour in the last two nights. The first night involve him discovering how the Germa library is organized by country and sitting there, in the F section, was Flevance. It was with a dry mouth and a pounding heart that he went into that section, hope warring with the loss he already feels. And there it was. Shelves of literature and history and science and art. None of it contemporary, most from a time well before Law was born, but it’s a piece. It’s a sliver of his home, of his culture and now he’s both furious and hurting. Because how dare these warmongering fuckers have all of this when he left Flevance with nothing.

Thus, the Surgeon of Death found himself staying awake until the crack of dawn, reading and absorbing everything he can. Choosing what he can take, what he will steal and add to his library on the Tang. He’d take it all if he could, but he doesn’t have the luxury. He’s already stolen a book of nursery rhymes he remembers his mother reading to him, written in the language of Flevance. Words he thought he’d never see again. He cried when he picked up the first book, saw the first line of Flevanitian script and found it was a struggle to read.

He’s more in control of himself now as he strides down the Germa palace hallway, heading towards that balcony. The bags under his eyes are darker and his features are stone, mind pushing past the emotional turmoil he’s felt the last few days. The Surgeon of Death focuses himself and his mind, turning it into the blade of a scalpel. He has work to do now and he cannot let himself get anymore distracted. If he fucks this up, he might not get another chance to inspect a clone. Again, his hand slips into his coat to check on the medical tool kit he’s got tucked in there. Everything he needs to work with and perhaps a way to steal a sample from the body. If he does this right, he can get a clean sample but even a slightly contaminated one will do.

Law steps around the corner, finding Sanji waiting for him. Golden eyes that are a little more tired than they were a few days ago peer out from under his hat at his guide, standing so casual. Law isn’t as jovial as he was no. He’s all business, features hard and arms crossing over his chest.

“You ready?” he says, tone cold. “I understand we got a small window of opportunity.”

#medicus mortem #▴▴flip it and reverse it ██▵ germa verse

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