#clinical year

[brooklynpa-c]

WHEN THE HOSPITAL SERVER CRASHES AND WE HAVE A WEEK OF PAPER CHARTING

[pharmasrightarm]

oops, still feral over pre-war Dead End Dratchet

(drift: you're rusting at every joint gasket: but isn't that doctor chummy with the cops? we're literal thieves??)

started with the headcanon that drift hung around the clinic like a feral wet cat for a while, then halfway through shading these, I started thinking, what if deadlock was an especially reliable assassin because he knew what kind of damage would make sure that even the best of the best couldn't bring you back

[thorsonoflesbians]

for the monaco gp next year instead of the regular commentators can we have like ten retired drivers on a yacht with copious amounts of alcohol instead? like imagine jenson feeding nico multiple rounds of tequila shots and convincing him to drop brocedes lore so fucking insane it makes lewis' spidey senses tingle live on air. meanwhile, seb is trying to stop kimi from falling off said yacht every five seconds and mahk webbah is trying to either rope everyone into karaoke or is gushing about his adoptive son oscar. david is calling every driver who fucks their car into a wall a cunt and mika is on facetime with his husband and sipping a mai-tai in the hot tub and a least one of them is puking off the side of the boat in the end

[meddlecine]

So, about that blogging thing...

Hilariously (fittingly? shamefully?) I have not touched a journal nor have my fingers clacked away on a keyboard for my blog about med school since, well... the beginning of the year. This year’s goal? Document my med school journey in exquisite, nay, excruciating detail. Recreate it all for the reader! Do it for yourself! Remember it all!

Now that week 1 has passed (back in January) I’m pleased to inform you of my most recent blog update: graduating the year. Yep, clearly the daily/weekly med school adventure blog went extremely well. If anything, though, it sums up the year a little bit. In the beginning of the year, I thought this was all tooooootally manageable.

Ah, the beginning of the year. I’ll be so organised! I’d tried to convince myself. Medicine is manageable if you just make for the time for it. Oh my, so young. So naive! So full of hope!

And yet... today I got the email confirming that I had passed all of my first year exams. I’ve done it!

How? Well, to be honest... barely.

In hindsight, this year was ROUGH.

Just before starting med school, I’d gotten appendicitis. Then my grandpa, with whom I was extremely close, passed away. My job (who I’d convinced I could keep up with, sin problema) doubled—nay, tripled—the workload despite me cutting my hours in half. I failed my mid year exams. When recovering from surgery, I got COVID, and as a result, missed 5 weeks of my 2nd semester.

Walk in the park, right?

And yet, miraculously, (dazzled with a few tears and “I’m going to *sniffs* fail *sniffs* and have to *blows nose* repeat the whole year again!”)... I passed. It sounds like a dramatic proclamation, but to be honest, it wasn’t far off. Having failed one of the mid-year exams, the end of year situation was looking to be on verrrrrry thin ice. No matter what class I sat in I just felt like everyone knew more than me. Quite the humbling moment going from being the top of your class and colleagues to... the bottom. The pits. The dungeon! The silly corner. I felt like I’d turned up to a party where everyone got the memo about the fancy dress except for me. I was plain, boring, and unprepared.

The week before my final exams, my boyfriend and I had a huge fight. Again. He didn’t talk to me for 3 days—despite the fact that we live together—and in my distress, I couldn’t eat, nor concentrate on my studies. My stress migraines launched like rockets and I lay in bed in desperation. Desperate for an apology, or for a shot of inspiration to bring me back to life and get me back into the books.

Despite all of this, I still made it.

I won’t lie, it was tough. I quit my job, and have shifted to tutoring instead. I set my own hours and get paid more per hour (plus it’s way less stressful), but obviously less secure than a job with a company. But, it meant that I could dedicate far more time to my studies. I missed weddings, and parties, and weekends. Sundays were spent between tutoring and studying clinical skills with my study group.

But now, I can say it was worth it. I passed! Bring on second year!

[aingeal98]

Something about older Jason looking at the child version of himself, the innocent victim, and feeling the need to defend and avenge him the way no one else will. They'll call him reckless and try to pin the blame for his death on some unique failure of his personality, the problem isn't Robin the problem is he was just a bad fit for Robin! And then older Jason coming back to life and spits on their twisted grief. Fuck you, that innocent child deserved more. You took his memory and ruined it to make yourselves feel better. If no one will give him justice then Jason will take it himself no matter who he has to kill to get there. It's the only way he can move forward.

Something about older Cass looking at this child version of herself, this innocent who has no idea what she was doing when she was tricked into killing, and finding her irredeemable. She will forgive everyone for everything if they need a second chance but she cannot forgive that innocent child. She spends ten years wanting that child to die for their sin, a standard she holds no one else to. And in the end she does have to die. She can never forgive that child until the price has been paid and the guilty, tormented, suicidal mess of a girl is dead and never coming back. Only then can Cass live on. Only then can she smile without feeling the weight of her kill on her back. If no one will give that child the justice they deserve then she will have to do it herself. It's the only way she can move forward.

[mycocam]

aren’t you tired of going apeshit? don’t you just want to be nice?

[maybmila]

One of their many, many, MANY bonding experiences with TOWW

Cw loud noise!

[lgbtlunaverse]

Considering wwx's canonical breeding kink and his general fondness for dubiously safe scientific experiments it is technically within the realm of possibility that a few years post-canon he just invents cultivation hrt and transition surgery by accident.

He just rocks up to a cultivation conference one day 5 months pregnant like "I turned my body into that of a woman! Yeah the boobs too we travel a lot and don't want a wetnurse. I'll reverse it in two years or so." And every single trans person and egg in the culivation world simultaneously sits up and goes "wait what?"

Imperical to understand that wwx still fully identifies as a cis man and does not know trans people exist. He did not know he was gay while actively being in gay love, this man is very smart but he doesn't know shit. Just a few weeks after the conference people start coming over like "hey... that thing you did... can you do that to me?" and he's like damn sure are a lot of dudes who wanna get pregnant. One day a "female" cultivator comes and is like "so you said you're going to reverse it... you think you can do that on a body that's already female? Turn my body into a man's body?" And he just goes well probably, let's find out!! It's so great all these people wanna help him perfect his techniques, isn't it lan zhan?

Years later they run into one of the trans women he first helped and doesn't even recognise her as she's thanking him and after the clarification just goes "wow! haha damn you're even wearing women's clothes! Should I start calling you guniang?" sort of as a joke but she's like yes please and he just says alright nice to see you again ma'am (still doesn't get it)

[tamagoneko]

hey can we get this kid some therapy?

[schizopositivity]

It sucks so much that as someone with a severe and persistent mental illness it's MY responsibility to jump through hoops and be proactive in contacting people at limited times of the day just to get MY MEDS THAT I'VE BEEN TAKING CONSISTENTLY FOR YEARS

[jellyribbons]

The summer palace

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I’m in the position to be making so many friends rn and my 12 year old little girl self who is so far from settling into who she is would be so envious of that but I literally just don’t gaf

[schpeenor]

i need some idealistic ass AU where dabi is still alive and functional post final war along with what was left of the league except the twist is that he looks like fucking nightmare fuel now.

and for some unknown illogical reason either the 3 manned league managed to break out or they’re just out there. free…

that or it’s modern AU no quirks (heteromorphic traits still exist though) and this is just the result of… something…

LISTEEEEN.. i just NEED more drawings of this man dealing with stupid shenanigans but he looks like this. ESPECIALLY WITH THE EXISTENCE OF THIS ILLUSTRATION, DABI PERCHED ON SPINNER AND POSING LIKE HE ISNT A WHOLE WAD OF BURNT FLESH.

i know i’m genuinely yapping right now.. but like give me spinner staring at this man and not knowing whether he should be turned on, horrified, or both.

[to-my-rotten-core]

guys no way it’s 2025 hello?

amy and michael can be alive. as a treat.,, also clinic cop!!,, i love them sm. all of them

[syn0vial]

living in a country with nationalized healthcare after being raised in the US is just

> experience uncomfortable medical issue > leave it untreated for months or years bc it's "not serious enough" to warrant professional medical attention > it gets worse > finally go to a clinic > they ask me how long i've had this problem and i tell them how long > they look at me like i'm a fucking nutter, treat it in 5 minutes, and charge me $6 USD > i walk out feeling like the world's luckiest idiot

[kirby-the-gorb]