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[smackcoders]

Benefits of Implementing EMR Software in Medical Practices

The use of Electronic Medical Records (EMR) has changed the way medical practices operate. It provides many benefits that improve healthcare delivery. From improved patient safety to greater efficiency and cost savings, EMR systems are transforming the healthcare industry for the better.  In this blog, we will discuss the benefits of implementing EMR software in medical practices. Here are the best ways EMR systems in healthcare can be made profitable for new medical practices.

Benefits For Patients

The use of EMR provides more accurate and timely access to their medical information. By having all of their medical history stored electronically, physicians are able to quickly access the records and make more informed decisions. This increases patient safety, as doctors are more likely to diagnose and treat illnesses correctly. Additionally, EMR systems reduce paperwork, allow for faster scheduling of appointments, and provide patients with more convenient access to their medical records.

Benefits For Doctors

Navigating the reimbursement process when dealing with government insurance providers can be a lengthy. And it is a potentially exasperating experience, as it requires a multitude of steps and a significant amount of documentation. This can lead to medical professionals only filing claims for items they have solid proof and paperwork for. This is turn leading to only a fraction of eligible reimbursements making it to completion. Furthermore, many insurers will deny certain claims as superfluous or unsubstantiated and may substitute them for lower-cost alternatives.

The introduction of Electronic Medical Records has made it simpler for medical professionals to keep track of a patient’s hospital experience from the beginning to the end. This gives healthcare providers the opportunity to maximize the amount of reimbursements they can receive, thus increasing their potential for growth.

Benefits for Medical Practices

EMR systems provide a number of advantages. With EMR, clinicians are able to quickly and accurately access patient records. This will allowing them to make more informed decisions and provide better care. Additionally, EMRs streamline the billing process, allowing practices to reduce costs and improve efficiency. This is especially important in today’s world, as medical practices are struggling to stay afloat in the face of rising costs and decreased reimbursement rates.

Increasing the Efficiency in Healthcare

Time is of the essence for medical professionals, and this is particularly true when it comes to their profitability. Electronic Medical Records (EMR) systems are beneficial to healthcare businesses as they save time and increase revenue by enabling doctors to see more patients. These systems have a number of features that increase efficiency, such as automated prescriptions that can be sent directly to a pharmacy of the doctor’s choosing before the patient has even left the office. This helps to save time and ensure the efficient delivery of care.

The use of pre-made templates allows medical practitioners to easily record common patient symptoms and diagnoses instead of having to rewrite the same information time and time again.

EMR Saves Time and Effort

Electronic Medical Record (EMR) systems in healthcare reduce the workload of a medical practice’s administrative staff. Automating tasks such as entering a patient’s visit details, diagnosis, treatments, and prescriptions into a computer can be taken care of by EMR systems. Thus lightening the load on the administrative staff.

EMR systems provide a number of advantages to administrative staff, such as saving energy and time that can be put towards more beneficial tasks such as patient care. Additionally, going paperless with EMR systems can be beneficial for both the environment and the practice, as it eliminates the need for office supplies, transcription costs, and physical file storage expenses. Furthermore, it reduces the amount of time spent searching through records and prescriptions.

Epilogue

No matter how one looks at it, the advantages of EMR systems in the healthcare sector cannot be denied. From increased remuneration to improved communication with patients and heightened efficiency, the benefits are manifold. A comprehensive EMR system implementation can bring considerable financial gains to newer medical practices. Despite the initial costs associated with implementation, many healthcare professionals have found ways to turn EMRs into profitable ventures.

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[venacoeurva]

3rd party apple pencil tips are such a gamble because there's a good chance they'll suck or just aren't plain worth rebuying, or they're the best you've ever had and feel great and when you wear down the ones you have and go to get more they're discontinued

[ehnote]

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[rendomski]

The Domino Effect

Summary: Shaak Ti was often tempted to save some clone kids. AU, where she finally goes for it. And the ties of siblinghood run strong among the clones.

An impromptu ficlet, ~1000 words. Enjoy 🙂.

Force acts in mysterious ways, thinks Shaak Ti when she walks by the cadet barracks late in their night cycle and overhears the argument. Apparently, someone who doesn’t want to be called Hevy decided to go AWOL, and 99 is trying to persuade him otherwise.

Supervising kids that are raised with a sole purpose—to fight and die for the Republic—is a morally challenging task. Shaak has been tempted multiple times just to take on board as many kids as she can and whisk them far from this madness. Something tips the scales, finally, as she steps into the vast barracks and speaks, “So, you want to get away, cadet?”

They both freeze in shock.

“No, General, sir. Hevy wasn’t going to—” 99 begins, but not-Hevy interrupts him, staring with a desperate defiance.

“Yes, sir. I was planning to go AWOL.”

Shaak stares him back, but the kid, almost a grown-up—or what goes as grown-up nowadays, the cadets are shipped away even at a younger age than at the beginning of the war—does not budge.

“Alright,” says Shaak. “Is this your stuff? Take it and let’s go to my ship.”

“Sir?”

“You want to go AWOL? I can take you off-world on my ship. No one would dare search for you there.”

Not-Hevy grabs the bag with whatever he can claim as his own, but then hesitates.

“Sir, with your permission. My brother, CT-4040. Trainer Bric has it against him. He would do anything so that CT-4040 doesn’t pass his final test.” His eyes go wider as it dawns upon him how implausible the chance Shaak is offering him and how close he might be to failure by asking even more of her. He finishes nonetheless. “May I… may you take him away, too?”

Shaak’s confidence that she is doing the right thing blooms.

“Yes. You may take your brother with you.”

***

“Sir?”

“Yes, CT-4040?”

“Cutup, sir. My name is Cutup,” he glances at CT-782, who is stubbornly not Hevy. “Since tonight. So… Droidbait. CT-782, we’re not leaving him behind, like we did during the simulation, do we?”

Leaving behind during the simulation, this sounds very familiar. “Cadets, what squad are you from?” Shaak asks and nods upon the name, knowing already what comes. “I understand. Go for your brother, and bring Fives and CT-1409 along, too.”

***

“99, I am not leaving without you. We all owe you.”

The aged clone shakes his head, “No, Hevy. You go with the General. As for me, there are a few other troubled brothers that need my support here.”

Of course, five pairs of near-identical eyes stare at Shaak hopefully at the words. “General? You have some more space on your ship, don’t you, sir?”

She sighs. “Just be quiet. It is getting serious, so from now on, let's make it a stealth mission.”

“You've heard the General. It is a stealth mission.”

Exasperated groans, “We're standing right here, Echo,” follow.

***

“Sir?” Fives tugs at her sleeve with suspicious shyness. “It may sound crazy, but… Well, there is a girl here.”

“Oh, not again!”

“Don’t listen to him, General. He is making it all up. He has never met a girl in his life.”

“Well, I did! I keep telling you, and you idiots, refuse to believe me!” Fives snaps. “Sir, there is a girl here, working in the hospital. I met her. I talked to her.”

***

There is a girl, indeed. Experimental Medical Researcher 003, EMR-003 for short, whom Shaak has never met and never seen in any official documents. Moreso, she has never even heard of the Jango female clone program. And this gets extremely suspicious now. Her hunting instincts and the Force both sing to her that she is on the trail of something bigger.

“I am not the only one here, sir. There is one more girl, at least. She is different, but she is also one of us. I can get her out of the lab, I know the way.”

***

Another girl is different, for sure. Shaak can't grasp what is different about this kid—a five-year-old cadet at the most. Not the blond hair, there is a number of blond cadets around. There is something else, something elusive.

“Oh, you want to take us all off-world?” Omega, not EMR-something, notes Shaak, looks at the gang of clones with contagious joy and amazement. Cutup winks at her, and she waves back at him enthusiastically. “We must take my brothers with us!”

“We are all your brothers,” says no-longer-CT-1409-but-still-rather-reluctant Echo serenely.

“I know! But those are… They are my little brothers! And,” she saddens, her childish voice dropping almost to a whisper. “There are only four of them left.”

Shaak sighs. Alright, four more little kids, not a big difference.

***

…they happen to be not quite little kids, and it is finally clear what is different about Omega. The list of questions and problems grows ever longer. Shaak has hunted down and bitten more than she can chew.

She needs to take someone into the partnership in crime—Plo, most likely. And Obi Wan, who found Kamino in the first place, may have some valuable insights…

But first things first. Her navicomputer is still calculating the hyperspace route when a fight erupts in the back of the ship. And Fives is proudly showing EMR-003 around the ship, despite being here for the first time himself. Half of his explanations are totally wrong. Lanky, bespectacled cadet who has confidently strapped himself in the copilot seat and already asked Shaak three questions in a row, turns around and begins to correct him. Someone is asking loudly over the clamour whether her Jedi ship is equipped with guns.

Only 99 gazes silently into the starry void, mesmerised. Looking in his wizened face, Shaak Ti realises that this is his first time in space, despite his long and respectable age of thirteen.

[pinksturniolo]

Angels Like You and Demons Like Me - A Chris Sturniolo AU Story

Part 1 of 2

Christopher is a demon exiled from the underworld after committing one of the most unacceptable acts Hades will never tolerate. Falling in love with a mortal from Earth. Now he is doomed to wander the Heavens alone, where no god, angel or even siren is allowed to associate with him. He is in agony, in suffering. Until one red tipped, gold plated arrow is accidently pierced into the back of his shoulder, permanently subjecting him to a love spell.

Cupid is an angel with the power of desire, love, and attraction. She is the daughter of Venus, Goddess of love and Mars, God of war. She is tasked with matchmaking all the beings in the Heavens, each arrow she shoots having a spell of true love. Once they are pierced by her arrow, and they successfully unite with their soulmate, their bond is one that lasts forever. She never misses her aim and every immortal that’s she’s struck have been blessed with true love.

 But when her love arrow accidentally strikes a demon, all the rules she thought she knew are turned upside down.

content warnings: no smut, mostly fluff, angst, based on ancient mythology, angelxdemon, descriptions of depression, grief, loss and death.

my submission to the bratzfornick’s 141 writing challenge!

@bratzforchris @nicksbestie

ty for creating this challenge <3

the 4 story elements i picked:

genre - fluff, angst

trope - angel x demon

location/setting: alternate universe (au)

word count: 2,658

Christopher lies in the garden of Eden atop Mount Olympus, a large meadow of soft grass and small white and purple flowers, with tall evergreen trees. The warmth of the sun shines down on his bare skin, having removed his black suit earlier once he entered the garden. Demons don’t typically feel warm or cold. They don’t typically feel anything. But if he focuses hard enough, lets his eyes close and just listens to the steady beat of his heart, he can feel the breeze in the air and the rays on his chest.

He lets the tears roll down his cheeks. He may be able to relax in the soft meadow, but he will never be able to erase the memory of her. The only being he has ever loved. His heart aches every time he thinks of her face, her laugh, her soft voice. She was pure, innocent, the sweetest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

She was a mortal human from the dimensions of Earth. In the universe of Heaven and Hell, it is forbidden to associate with any mortals on any dimension or timeline. They are considered insignificant, and beneath the powers of the gods and goddesses. Immortal beings find entertainment in their silly lives, watching them from time to time whenever they are bored. However, Christopher disagreed with their ways from the moment he was taught of the ancient rules and rituals.

His parents were mortals, who were ordinary beings like the rest of the humans on Earth. Their love was true and deep, creating a beautiful baby boy whose soul was so pure that it captured the attention of Zeus, the ruler of the Heavens. And it is known from the beginnings of creation that Hades, the ruler of the underworld called Hell, is his immortal enemy.

Zeus and Hera longed for centuries to have another child, a god they could raise to be powerful and respected. So, when Zeus saw the potential in Christopher, he took him from Earth, giving him the power of everlasting immortality. As soon as Hades heard the news, he was instantly jealous of Zeus and still heartbroken over the death of his great love Persephone. He stole the baby, raising him in the depths of the underworld, creating one of the most powerful and strongest demons.

Once Christopher learned of his past, he developed a hate for Hades, Zeus, and every other god or angel in his dimension, whether they were pure or evil. He despised every single one of them, for being so hypocritical and unfair. They all made fun of humans for being emotional and silly, when in actuality they were just the same.

He made a vow to himself to never fall in love, and to never get involved in human lives.

That is until one day, Hades sent him on a quest to retrieve a lost soul from Earth, a nasty evil soul that belonged to the underworld. And he stumbled upon a female mortal, forgetting all about his mission. He was struck by her beauty and her kindness. For days, he observed her, watching how she treated other people and the dedication she had to her friends and family. He longed to be with her, to be mortal again.

After a few years, he finally decided he would reveal himself to her. There were certain ways an immortal could talk to a human, and he was willing to risk it all for her.

But Hades caught him before he could even start.

He struck her down as soon as he figured out what Christopher’s plans were, taking her life.

He begged and pleaded with Hades, groveling at his feet, screaming and crying until his throat was raw and he was out of breath. He begged him to bring her back, even if it meant he wouldn’t be with her. He never meant for this to happen; he simply wanted her to have her life back. She didn’t deserve this cruel fate.

But of course, Hades had no remorse. And he was furious with Christopher for disobeying him. So, he banished him to the one place he knew he would be miserable in.

Heaven. It’s where he’s ordered to live the rest of his immortal days at, surrounded by beautiful clouds, mountains, flowers and forest. Vast coasts and immense colosseums, miles and miles of blue sky and castles full of carved marble and grand rooms filled with silk and cotton.

Love is all around, in every being. And he loathes it. From the warm sunlight that shines and filters through the canopy of trees in the forest as he dozes off during the day to the glowing moonlight that glitters across Poseidon’s Sea, casting a blueish tint on the sand as he lays upon the beach at night. Even the yellow butterflies that flutter in pairs around him make him sick.

He used to have an appreciation for the beauty in things, to want more than the dark, lonesome and tragic depths of the underworld he came from. But now, ever since he suffered the grief of losing the one thing he had ever known to love, he had no such desire for happiness. He longed to be back in the pit of lost souls and madness that was ruled by Hades. At least he wouldn’t have to bear the sight of love all around him and could wallow in the self-misery and sadness by himself.

He searched for his lost love, hoping fate would have turned her soul into an angel and sent her up here, but that was almost a decade ago and he had no luck in ever seeing her again.

And so, he spends his days drowning in depression and lost in his misery. But at least he can feel the warmth of the sun.

Cupid watches from her place behind the trees, her feet dipping into the cool water of the lake. She observes with curiosity as the tears fall from his eyes, the light bouncing off his smooth skin. His large, black wings are spread out on the grass as he lays in it, the muscles of his arms and shoulders carved out like the sculptures in her favorite colosseum. She’s seen demons before, most of them rude and intimidating. But she senses a strong purity in him, a longing for love that she can’t quite figure out.

He’s exceptionally beautiful and she can’t help but continue to stare at him, intrigued by his childlike aura. He’s asleep now, his face peaceful except for the worry furrowed into his eyebrows. He’s dreaming of something. Or someone.

Suddenly, her bow pulses with purpose, and she gets the familiar urge of striking him with an arrow. She doesn’t though, still sitting against the oak of the tree and swishing her feet in the water.

Since she became of age, Cupid’s job is to be the sole matchmaker of the immortals in Heaven. She observes the gods and other angels, and when her intuition lets her know it’s time to strike, she pierces them with her love arrow, entrapping them in her spell.

It only hurts them for a moment, but then they are filled with a feeling of bliss and happiness. They are drawn to their one true love and well… Fate takes care of the rest.

Her spell is not just some silly party trick. It invokes real feelings that are brought to the surface by her power. It opens the mind and heart, allowing your true destiny to play out.

But it’s never allowed her to strike a demon. Firstly, demons are not usually allowed in Heaven, unless it’s a special circumstance. Even so, angels are forbidden to interact with one. So, she is more than a little confused when she feels her intuition tell her to hit him with an arrow.

But the feeling slowly subsides, and she chalks it up to the curiosity she had while watching him. Demons couldn’t love, especially here.

She flies away after a while, in search of her next lover to help. And when she slips away to sleep that night, she finds herself dreaming of the demon’s face and the way he cried so beautifully in the garden of Eden.

❧ꨄ❧༒❧ꨄ❧༒

Christopher sits on the cold rocks of the beachy shore, chipping away at the wood he’s been carving into with his small metal knife. Shavings fall to his feet, the pile growing larger on the sand. It’s a cool night, the moon pulling the tide in, the salty breeze flowing through his hair.

He feels different today, like the hole in his chest is slowly repairing itself. It’s only taken about 10 years but even slow progress is still progress. He hums an old tune to himself, his fingers nimble and constant on the craft in his hands when he feels the pair of eyes on him again.

“I know you’re there.” He speaks aloud.

He’s felt a presence near him for the past few days and his powers tell him it’s an angel. The name he’s unsure of but he knows it’s there. He’s allowed it to be, going about his day and not minding, but now he’s getting a little irritated at their prying gaze. The one moment he’s finally starting to feel peace and it’s as if they’re intruding.

He hears some rustling behind him and feels the presence move closer. As soon as he does, he whips around at incredible speed, his wings tensed up in defense and throws his knife out in their direction, intending to pierce their heart.

It flies past the angel’s head, somehow deflected and she lifts her bow immediately, releasing an arrow without hesitation. It pierces into his left shoulder, and he doubles over in pain. Her eyes widen in fear as she realizes what she’s just done .

She flits to him, her wings trembling and hands shaking as she hovers over him. He clutches his shoulder for a few seconds before he lifts his head. He gasps in shock, once he looks into her green and gold eyes, his heart stuttering in his chest.

She takes his shocked reaction as one caused by the pain of her arrow digging into his flesh and she places a hand on his shoulder, pulling the arrow out. It dissipates into the air, vanishing within the blink of an eye. The expression on her face is full of regret and empathy, a hint of embarrassment as she presses her fingers over the wound. “Oh my…. Please forgive me. I was only defending myself against your sudden attack. I didn’t expect you to wield your knife so quickly.”

Her voice is like the plucks of a harp ringing out, soft and light. His eyes dance across her face, and he almost doesn’t believe what he can see.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her brows furrowing in confusion at his dumbfounded expression.

“Yes, I- I’m sorry, you just… look exactly like someone I used to know.” He responds, and he notices the bow she holds in her other hand. “You must be Cupid.”

She nods and removes her grasp from his shoulder, his wound now healed. “Do you feel… any different?”

She hopes to the gods that she hasn’t permanently damaged his soul. If she were to strike any being with an incorrect intention, they’re at risk for death or even worse, to live without ever finding a soulmate. As far as the rules for demons go… she has no idea.

“I feel… strangely happy.” He says and she can’t help the smile that graces her face. “Well, then you’re in luck. My powers seemed to have worked, even on you, Demon. I thought your kind was incapable of love?” She speaks honestly and moves to sit next to him upon the rocks, tucking her bow away.

He chuckles and turns towards her, resting his chin in his hand, his arm atop his knee as he looks into her eyes again. “There are very few things my kind are incapable of. Unfortunately, love is not one of them.”

As he speaks, she realizes now who he is. She’s been watching him again for the past few days, hiding away shyly but intrigued to know who he was. Where he came from and why he was here. Why his energy was so incredibly endearing.

“You are the lost son of Zeus… Christopher.” She tilts her head, taking in his appearance closely now that she was next to him instead of hovering in the shadows.

He wore his dark suit, black gloves on his hands and his even darker wings folded against his back. His hair curled in wisps around his face. And his eyes were bluer than the ocean, even in the black of the night.

“You are correct.” He answers, and his eyes move down her body after he sees her examine him. She is dressed in all white, a flowy gown of fabric draped around her body, and her fluffy white wings expand across her shoulders. She is radiant, glowing with purity. Matching white lace socks and gloves adorn her, her hair in waves down her back.

“Are you not curious to return to him?” she asks, and he looks away now, a sad expression on his face. He shakes his head softly. “No. He has long forgotten of me, busy with his other children. Besides I am too… impure. I’m a demon after all.” He speaks in a somber tone. She is filled with empathy at the sadness pouring out of him in waves and suddenly feels tears fill her eyes.

Cupid can feel others’ emotions strongly. It is a curse and also a blessing, to feel so deeply. And she finds herself enamored with his beauty, his presence and she knows the words he speaks are genuine.

“In every angel a demon hides… and in every demon an angel strides.” She tells him, a few tears falling down her cheek and he looks up at her, surprised by her words. He watches the tears escape from her angel eyes, and before he can stop himself, he’s wiping them away gently with his thumb, the emotion in her gold and green hue of her stare tugging at his heart strings.

“There are many powerful things in this universe, Christopher. But love conquers all. And I have sensed it from you the moment I saw you resting upon the grass in Eden’s garden. Zeus may be the ruler of Heaven, but we are the rulers of our own hearts.”

Time seems to stand still as he takes in the words she speaks, his own tears threatening to spill. He traces his hand lightly down her face, brushing across her neck. He longed to feel her skin against his, his leather glove preventing him from the feeling. But he’s reminded of the hurt and pain that romance and strong feelings like this love she speaks of can bring.

He moves away from her, strong wings stretching out around him. “You are too pure, angel. I thank you for your kind words. But I must go now.” He says and flies away before he can change his mind, retrieving his knife buried into the rock it hit earlier.

She watches him leave with sadness and sinks her feet into the sand. She now wishes she would’ve never come to the beach tonight and thinks to herself that whoever his soulmate is that she’s bound him to is extremely blessed.

It’s then that she notices a wooden carving in the sand next to her feet and picks it up with curiosity. She sees that it’s the face of a woman, her expression happy and familiar. He’s an artist, she thinks. His talent shows through in the details, the way he captures her beauty is breathtaking.

She decides to keep it, carrying it with her as she floats away into the night.

❧ꨄ❧༒❧ꨄ❧༒



a/n: part 2 will be out very soon. i really enjoyed creating this story! i love mythology and angels, and things like that so hope you like it too :)

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[katherine-mcnamara]

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[haziranzede]

Az evel harika bir cümle okudum. "Herkese aynı tavsiyeyi vermek doğru değil." Diye çok sıradan bir cümle gibi gelse de şuan ki yaralarımızın çoğu bu yüzden. Her yerden kişisel gelişim üzerimize boşa ediliyor, bu tavsiyeler tek elden bize boşa edilse de aslında hepimzin derdi aynı değil, karakteri aynı değil. İrfan geleneğin de tekke şeyhinin kontrol edebileceği, terbiye edeceği kadara müntezimi vardı. O karı tanır, onlara lazım olana göre bir tekamül yolculuğu çizerdi..şuan ise tarikatler milyon kişilerden oluşuyor. Tavsiyeler orada da tek tip.

Malum bir çok hadis var. Beni cennete ne sokar dıyorlsr efendimiz her birine ayrı ayrı tavsiye de bulunuyor..bu bize çok şey anlatmalı. Tek tip tavsiyeler tek tip insanlar doğurdu. O yüzden artık hedefler, niyetler, beklentiler aynı. Artık toplumdan sıyrılan, farkı olan insan çok az. Bunlara maruz kalan toplumda bu lardna sıyrılmadan yaşayanlar içinden bir yunus emre çıkar mı? Çıkmıyor, çıkacaksa da bunlardan sıyrıldığı için çıkacaktır .

[championrevali]

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[female-buckets]

whos going to the playoffs sky or sparks

Sky. For sure Sky.

Very ironic because James Wade DUMPED THEM!!! He literally abandoned them.

But it seems like Emre is an okay coach! He had just two months of head coach experience at Cukurova in October and November 2022. And the Cukurova girls (Chelsea Gray, DB, JJ, Tip, Briann) got tired of him? Or the owner or general manager got tired of him? They fired his ass! I don't know what happened lol but Cukurova fired him.

Oh well! He's in the playoffs now!

And Curt Miller... is not in the playoffs!!! Crazy. Absolutely crazy for LA's season to go the way it did.

[wrenaugustine]

@kazxraval stops by Wren’s hut to show her what real music is with a playlist he put together for her, as they chat and reminisce about Cornell and his own affinity for music.

Wren knew that things were getting better between her and Kaz. Maybe it wasn't the best that a fake version of him is what helped open up the conversations between them, but she liked to think if she had met the real Kaz that day she had gone to apologize to him, that the outcome would have been the same. She was working on finding that balance between smothering him with kindness and not taking any of their arguments too far. But she was glad that it seemed like they were able to completely move on from their fight. All of that seemed even more clear when she even got a surprise visit from him rather than her having to bug him or drag him over. Wren knew she didn't have to clean up after Emre's little nest area on her porch but she had still gone out there to make sure there wasn't too much sand or debris mucking up his area when she saw Kaz coming over. "Hey, what are you doing here? Hold on, let me guess. You just missed me so much it was killing you inside every minute you were away from me. So you just couldn't help but come visit." She deduced with a big playful smile as if she was completely spot on with her assumption.

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He walked a path away from the sea stairs. Kaz could easily keep going, however he decided to put in a little effort to check in on Wren. And, she had mentioned a few things last time. His smile was tight and short, as usual. "Mm. Actually. After all that non-stop Whitney Houston, I thought you might want to hear some songs your dad liked." He held up his iPod, and then looked over at what she tidied up on the porch. "The hell is that stuff?"

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Teasing him was fun but the fact that he was here to hang out with her, giving her the offer of an inside look at the kind of music her dad liked to listen to was difficult to joke about. Wren looked at his ipod and grinned, bouncing on the tips of her toes, eager to see how much Kaz had on hand that her dad would have been into. "Yeah, I'd love that. I guess you guys had the same taste in music then." Which shouldn't have been shocking, if the two of them would spend time and play music together. She glanced down at Emre's little nest of sorts when Kaz pointed it out, gesturing to it as she explained. "Oh. Emre has been staying here. I had offered him to stay inside but since the doppelganger incident I think he doesn't want to get too close. Probably thinks I think he'll do something. Or maybe he doesn't trust himself, maybe both. But yeah this is where he's been staying since he didn't want to be in the place he had with Iyaz. I'm hoping he's willing to come sleep inside eventually I feel bad leaving him out here like an animal."

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Wren was excited enough he was there. "I think he fucking hated a lot of my music," Kaz said with a gentle smile. "He had good taste." An elder type of music fanatic, that would be how he'd describe Cornell. "I'm familiar enough with what he liked." He'd forgotten Emre had been crashing on her porch, of all places. Because Iyaz was gone, and it was enough to make Kaz pause with a "oh" under his breath. "He shouldn't be out here like this..." But it was a complication of the fakes, between Emre and Wren, and no one else. "Ahhh... want to listen to music out here?" Kaz had other reasons for avoiding being inside those tiny huts. He looked away from Emre's nest to the support of the porch. "Need to get a hammock for your porch."

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Wren snorted, amused at hearing that their tastes differed. It brought on the thought of the two of them bickering about what they felt was objectively better, only a hint of seriousness behind it. "So, he hated the music you liked, but he had good taste so...you're telling me you have bad taste?" She asked with one of those snarky, teasing grins on her face. She knew very well that Emre shouldn't have been out here for as long as he had been, that was why she wanted him to move inside now that he had gone to the trouble to upgrade her home the way he did. "I know. Maybe you can convince him to quit being so stubborn. But, he said he wants to fix his head before anything. Once that waswasah is gone or...mellowed out, then I think he'll be willing to move in for real. But he did say I could tell people we're living with each other, I guess he wants me to stake my claim." Kaz suggesting they listen to the music outside didn't really set anything off for Wren, it wasn't like there was bad weather for them to worry about. So her protest on the matter was purely playful. "What, you don't want to go inside? It looks a lot different from the last time you were over." Even as she said that, she still sat down on the porch instead of pushing they relocate. "Yeah, sorry, I haven't gotten this place to your liking, that's next on the list. Now come on, I'm ready to hear what music you've got set up for me."

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"I'm saying..." with the usual emphasis and sternness to clarify. And well aware of what she was doing. "He hated a lot, not all. My tastes are broader, he didn't like a lot of the newer stuff. Preferred what he grew up on. He had good taste, I happen to have excellent taste." Chin up with a smile, a challenge to see if she'd like to pick it apart further. The waswasah, a nasty hangover they could all do without. "So this is where I'll find you both, once he settles. Noted." His eyes darted through the door of Wren's hut before he joined her on the porch. "It's nice outside, the heat isn't oppressive, thought we'd take advantage." A shrug. "Dunno. Not used to being in a hut. Four walls and all." He handed over his iPod with a huff, but leaned in to turn it on for Wren, scroll down to the playlist. "Made a list of shit I knew he liked. The first few are Beatles songs we used to play. I think you'll recognize a couple of them at least." He pointed to one of the headphones. "Those go in your ears, so you can hear it."

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"Wow, excellent taste, he says." She raised her brows, looking as though she was impressed before using her knuckles to push his chin that he was holding high. "And here I am, just waiting for you to prove it." Wren nodded that yes, both her and Emre would be found here together, though his comment about not being used to being in a hut made her tilt her head to the side. "I don't mind. I try not to spend too much time inside anyway. Might as well enjoy the beach when things aren't going crazy." Amidst her enjoyment of the controls of this thing, the way Kaz pointed out how she was supposed to listen to the music caused her to scowl and roll her eyes. "Thanks, how do you think I managed to listen to Whitney Houston on repeat for days without that knowledge? Jeez." She argued, playing up the faux annoyance as she took one of the earbuds and stuck it in her ear. Her eyes were focused on the ones he specifically called out being by The Beatles until she reached one that looked like it might be familiar and clicked on it. Immediately that sense of familiarity washed over her as Blackbird began to play, Wren's eyes lighting up, nodding her head as she remembered the amount of times her dad played this song. She easily fell into singing along, the lyrics still in her head making it easy to follow along. "Oh, this is awesome I like this. My dad played this one a lot. Though to be fair, I always asked him to. Can you play the one about the bird? Asked him that nearly every night."

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"Maybe when you're done harassing me I can prove it." He pushed back on her knuckles. Spending time on her porch would be just fine. He even gestured towards the side of her hut. "Should totally make a yard over there. Fence it in. Add a little garden or some shit." A small laugh. "When things aren't crazy? When's that, exactly?" He frowned back at her. "You're welcome. And welcome for the time I took it off repeat. Because you didn't know how." How quickly she'd forgotten. Kaz settled to sit on the porch. He didn't need to actually use the other headphone, but he decided to anyway. Just for a moment. Kaz looked at the ocean in the distance. The recognition of the song could be heard in her voice. "He had plenty of practice, hm?" Then, a nod. I do remember him playing this one a lot. He had a nice voice too." Kaz glanced back to her with a small smile. "See. I'm not so bad at picking songs for you, am I?"

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She grinned at this claim of harassment, as if it wasn't just simple teasing. Wren's gaze followed towards where he was gesturing, raising a brow curiously at his suggestion. "For someone who isn't used to living in a hut you sure have your opinions on what I should do with mine." Not that she was against it, she wondered if gardening would even be her thing. "I'd say that things aren't crazy right now. This feels like a completely normal, uncrazy kind of day. Sort of like, before the plane crash, you know?" A simpler time, for sure. "Yeah, whatever. Even though I don't know how the buttons work, I know what I listen with." She replied, pausing for a moment before continuing in a less snarky tone, "but thank you. For showing me how to do that." Wren rested her chin in the palm of her hands, a smile on her face as the music flowed through her ears, such a familiar and comforting sound. When she closed her eyes she could easily visualize her father with the guitar in his hands playing for her. "He did have a very good voice. I think I like his version a little more but this is still...really nice." She started scrolling to see what to play next when Kaz made his comment. "Well, technically I picked this one. You just happened to have access to it. But go, pick the next one. Show me this incredible taste of yours."

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All he had to offer to her remark about the hut was a flippant gesture of his hand. Kaz gave ideas, they didn't necessarily mean to make sense. Especially for himself. In her mind, the crash marked a very obvious before and after. It made sense. Like the call he got one early Sunday about Ani. Half asleep and severely hungover, Reyansh's stutter to start talking said everything. "I guess so. The island isn't sinking into the sea today. That's always a plus, isn't it." Kaz nodded as she thanked him and again when he agreed. "I might like his version better too. I bet he'd be pleased as fuck you still remember the way he sang it." Kaz bonded more with Cornell than Wren's mother. "What kind of music did your mom like, do you know?" He leaned in and pointed to the playlist. "Well, I curated this for you. So there's a little of everything on it. Hip hop, trip hop, punk, post punk, funk, soul, a couple of old blues songs." If Wren turned out to be a pop girlie he'd be disappointed. "Scroll down to the Eve and Missy Elliott. And M.I.A. Pick one of those. I thought you'd like them."

She smiled fondly at the thought, knowing that his version of this song was the only version she knew until now, there was no way she could forget it. "You know, I wish there had been a way to record him back then so I could listen back to him playing on one of these. I think that would have pleased him even more." "I think my mom was a bigger Beatles fan than my dad was. Who else did she like..." Wren had to think back with a hum to remember the names. "Fleetwood Mac and uh...ABBA she liked those too." Even though she knew he put this together for her, hearing him say it was a nice feeling. It was fun to picture him scrolling through all these songs and picking ones that he thought she would enjoy. "You are saying so much that I don't understand." She pointed out with a chuckle before following his instructions on who to look through next. "Ok, yeah, I'm glad a song called Get Your Freak On made you think of me." She was amused so that was the song she picked. "This is sooo different." She commented. Everything about it was nothing she ever heard before. It was much different than The Beatles for sure, it was quick and entertaining as opposed to these slower songs she kept playing for herself. Wren was bobbing her head along to the music, having much more fun with this one rather than getting sentimental over Blackbird. "Is this the kind of music you listen to? I wanna hear one of the songs you like." She told him as she put the ipod in his hand. "Show me one of your favorites."

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If the drought had only happened a few years earlier. "Yeah, we can only record stuff now." At the same time, Kaz tried not to let those moments sit taken for granted. He remembered much of what Cornell played, said, did. If there was a way to bring those to life for Wren, he would. So he shifted some in his seat. "Yeah, he would've loved it the most. Wasn't shy, you know. Knew he played and sang really good." Absolutely no ABBA on his iPod. Kaz might have a stray Peter Green/Fleetwood Mac song on it. Maybe a couple later ones. "Might be able to play something like that for you." He smiled, and sure he'd like to pummel her with a million songs at once. But really, it was nice to digest sounds and songs. They meant more doled out in such a way. "I..." Okay, that wasn't what he meant by bringing up Missy Elliott. "The music. Thought it'd be a good introduction. Because there's a lot. I got, like. Indian stuff. That my grandfather liked. Really, really old stuff that influenced everything. A bunch of other bullshit, but. There's time, you know. Some things, you have to sit with." It was fun to see Wren hear certain music for the first time. He'd trade places with her, if he could. He shrugged a shoulder. "I listened to a lot of different shit. Dunno." To pick a favorite would be an impossibility. A singular song wouldn't sum it all up. "Sounds cheesy but songs are like friends. They're there at certain times of your life. A few last forever. The important ones last and sort of change shape with you. All of them have some meaning though, you know. Can't really pick one." If he had to, there would be a million at his fingertips to choose from. But he leaned over and spun the wheel of the iPod anyway. Lust For Life, Iggy Pop. "Not my favorite, but if I'm ever like. Dying. Play this and I'll find the strength to go on."

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"Oh, I know. He had all the confidence in the world. I'm sure he told you all about his band and all the shows they played." Nothing too big, weekend gigs at coffee shops and bars that hired live music, but he'd recall it to Wren in ways that made them sound like sold out stadium tours. "I know he liked to say they could have gone pro if they really wanted to but 'liked their day job too much' to go through with it." It was crazy to think that this little device in her hand held so much music on it that it felt like it might never actually end. Which she wouldn't have minded, if she got to sit around with Kaz to just listen to some new music for a while then she'd be content. Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, Wren smiled fondly at his explanation. "I like that even if it is cheesy. So it's like I'm meeting a bunch of your friends for the first time. Which I appreciate. I want to hear the music that was important to you out there." Then he put on a song that sounded much more upbeat and boppy than she expected. But she swayed her head side to side and shimmied her shoulders to the beat, having fun with this song that would supposedly give Kaz 'the strength to go on'. "Alright, I guess I have to admit that you were right and your music taste is pretty great." The way that Kaz spoke about his connection with music as a whole and all the talk of her dad before, made it feel like this was a good a time as any to give him what she'd been holding onto for him. "Give me one second." She told him as she took the earbud out of her ear and stood up to head inside her place. "I want to give you something so turn around or close your eyes until I tell you to open them." She told him from inside since she knew he would hear it. Poking her head out the door first, Wren made sure he wasn't looking before she stepped out and sat back down next to him. In her hands she had an acoustic guitar, one that was covered in stickers of different symbols that Wren was only familiar with thanks to her dad drawing them out in the sand and explaining them to her. "Okay now you can look. I found it on the Bridge. My dad always talked about how much he missed the guitar he had with him before he got here. Always thought it never washed up with him. But...I found it. And I thought you should have it."

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"I can totally see Cornell getting a record contract. Touring, back in the day. He taught me some things, you know." Talented guy. Had a certain laid back charisma, a lure on a hook for sure. Confident, but not the drinking his own delusion of overconfidence. Sharp. At least on the island, perhaps Cornell had been totally different in the other world. Kaz didn't have the cash for an iPod with more storage, but something didn't seem right about walking around with everything he wanted at his fingertips. A weird boundary he had. The iPod held enough, and he enjoyed removing/adding what was needed at certain times. He shrugged. "I can count on that..." A nod to the iPod. "More than people." His explanation. He liked watching her eyes light up or seeing Wren move to what was so new and unexpected. How music should be. "I told you, it's pretty fantastic." There were a thousand songs he could play. And a lot of excitement around making Wren listen to whatever he wanted. They had time. Plenty of time. And then she slinked off but not before some instructions. "I have to do both? Can't I just do one or the other?" Kaz asked, even as he eventually did as Wren asked. He'd take whatever she had in mind to give him. When he opened his eyes, his lips parted. He'd heard all about Cornell's guitar, and it was as described. Plenty of overlapped stickers on it and some around the pick guard faded, no doubt from a strumming hand. "Wait-- it's his?" Had to be. Any instrument a treasure on a fucked up island, but. Wren wanted to give it to Kaz? He stood to take it. Ventura on the headstock in mother of pearl. Well cared for, and with a simple brush of his fingers it sounded warm and beautiful. In a way no new guitar could ever sound, because someone else's fingers had embedded a sound into it. He glanced over to her. "You really giving this to me?"

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"Yeah that sounds about right." She grinned as she went silent for a moment. She didn't want to make things more depressing so suddenly but she couldn't stop herself from saying, "I wish he was still around." Though she made sure to follow it up without too much time to linger on the sadness of those words. "I'm sure by now he would have wrangled you and Tomas into some kind of band with him. Maybe even Emre too. I'm sure he would have liked Emre." Said with no real reason as to how or why. Wren wasn't going to comment about how Kaz could count on this little device and his songs more than people. They had their own views and experiences when it came to other people and unfortunately, Kaz was stuck with people in his life who weren't exactly reliable. "Do whatever you want, just don't look!" She confirmed, hoping this would be a worthwhile surprise for him to open his eyes to. It meant a lot to Wren to have found something that belonged to her dad, especially something as important to him as his guitar. It would have been easy for her to just place it somewhere in her hut, tucked away for safe keeping but she was pretty sure that wasn't what her father would have wanted. And with the time Kaz had spent with her dad, she was sure he would understand it's importance. She nodded at his question of disbelief that she was giving the guitar to him. "Uh huh. You make it very clear how important music is to you and I know you would get a lot more use out of it. I never really learned how to play much." Wren was more of the vocalist than the musician when it came to them playing as a family. "And I'm sure he would have liked knowing you had it, to play it and wear it out as opposed to it sitting in my hut as a decoration. Plus...you're my friend and I wanted to give you something special. A sorry and thank you gift for everything."

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I wish he was still around. He wondered if Wren knew. Really knew, they all went through it same as her. "Happens in the other world too." A shrug. Like his sister. Who should've been his twin, even if they were miles apart similarly. Didn't matter, he still wished she was there. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Me too, miss that guy." Cornell could've easily roped Tomas and Kaz into a musical venture. He paused on Emre with a slow growing grin, could already see the answer with a kiss of teeth. "Emre can sing." A beat before he curbed his smile. "Most people like that little bastard, so. Yeah, probably." Still felt strange for Wren to give Kaz the guitar, but hell no he wouldn't deny it. "I can teach you how to play." An offer as payment of sorts. His eyes drawn down to a fretboard, the bridge-- not that Kaz needed to look it over. Cornell would've babied any instrument he had. He turned it around and back again. Finally tucked the body between his own and his left arm, as he was left handed. An open strum. Pretty and warm, maybe the reverberation traveled to an air attuned on the other side of the island. Or out over the ocean. Wren said nice things that Kaz wasn't accustomed replying to. "Well. No one's given me something like this before. So. Thanks." He smiled again, brief but kind. "It's the best thing anyone has given me. I'll take care of it."

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Wren knew she wasn't the only person who had experienced loss, and she certainly wasn't the only person to wish to be reunited with someone she lost. Maybe it was something harder to accept when your whole life all you knew was that everyone around you had the capability of being around for hundreds of years. But she had to come to terms with the fact that feelings like this wouldn't just disappear one day. "Yeah, I remember hearing him sing once. I think it was when he came with me to see Estelle's tree in the grove." Maybe it was too much to be daydreaming about how her parents would feel about people they would never meet. But even if they weren't around she had a desire for them to like who she liked and Emre was sure to be weaseled into their hearts whether he liked it or not. She smiled as she watched him eye the guitar, perhaps out of fascination, or shock that it was in his hands rather than hers. When she mentioned she hadn't really learned how to play, she wasn't fishing for an offer of a lesson, but it wasn't like she was going to refuse. Her and Kaz were back on a steady track so she would happily accept more time together. "Sure, I'd like that." she accepted with a nod. "Name a time and place and I'll be there." There was a sense of pride hearing that her gift was the best thing anyone had given him. Proud that she knew him well enough to have given him something that would mean a lot to him. "I'm glad you like it. You better play every song you know for me now that you have that. There's no excuse now to not serenade me every chance you get." She claimed jokingly, not wanting to linger too long on all the sappiness of the moment for his sake. "And just make sure you don't try to remove any of the stickers either. My dad might just come back and haunt you if you try."

END.

[smackcoders]

Best Practices and Tips in EMR Implementation

Any healthcare organization’s performance depends on the implementation of electronic medical records (EMR). EMR is one of the most important tool for healthcare providers as a result of the most current technological advancements. However, putting EMR into practice can be difficult and intimidating. This is why it’s important to have a plan in place that details the many processes required to implement an EMR successfully. In this blog we will explore the best practices and tips for EMR implementation.

The implementation of Electronic Medical Records (EMR) software can be a challenging process as healthcare organizations continue to move towards digital record keeping. A well-thought-out plan is necessary to ensure the system’s smooth implementation. Here are some helpful recommendations and methods for implementing EMR

Steps for EMR implementation

Step 1: Installation

Installing Open EMR 7.0 begins with downloading the necessary software. To achieve this, go to the software’s official website and download the most recent version. Once you complete downloading the software, the next is the installation process. You can easily complete the installation by running the installer file and following the on-screen instructions.

Step 2: Configuration

Open the EMR program, then set up an administrative account with the required information. By signing into OpenEMR and going to the Admin > User Management page, you can create an administrative user.

To implement OpenEMR to your unique requirements, go to the Admin > Customization page.

Fill out the software with information about your clinic, including name, address, contact information, etc.

Create personalized templates for each of the patient care plans that you set up.

With EMR software’s scheduling function, you can create a timetable for your appointments and set the system up to notify patients.

Set up reminders for you and other staff members that help you remember when you have to arrange the appointments

Integrate the EMR software with your existing medical billing software in order to automate and streamline billingso that billing is automated and streamlined.

Set up the EMR software to send out emails and text messages to remind patients of upcoming appointments.

Set up the EMR software to transfer and store patient data securely.

Create reports and graphs to analyze patient data.

Configure the EMR layout and make necessary modifications.

Control the providers, include users, and configure the security parameters.

Set up the billing, reporting, and patient portal.

Make sure everything is functioning properly by testing the system.

Training your team is crucial once your system is operational.

Educate personnel on how to utilize the software and offer assistance as needed. Ensure they are aware of any modifications and that they know how to utilize the system.

Post-installation process-Best Practices and Tips

Once you complete the configuration, the software is ready to use. 

Here are some post-installation tasks that need to be completed after the installation process.

Set up backups to ensure the software is operating properly. Set up the backups on a regular basis to ensure that all the data is backed up in case of any issues.

Regularly monitor the system to ensure that the program is operating at peak performance.

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[venacoeurva]

I'm bored here's my reviews of apple pencil tips

Regular (think the ones your pencil comes with and official Apple replacement ones): Okay, reliable, slippery even on matte protectors, wear down fast, I find I draw harder with these and cause unnecessary wrist strain. I gotta modify my pressure settings for these, specifically

Metal: Don't wear down, usually sensitive, massacres screen protectors so I just buy a ton of cheap ones, ideal if you need to train yourself to draw/write with a lighter hand and will do so due to anxiety of damaging your ipad like I do with these (I use these the most), feel good like nice a ballpoint pen. I find them the best with a matte protector in terms of feel, but definitely not protector longevity

Stronger plastic over metal (usually these are clear): Solid, last a long time, feel the same on regular protectors as original tips but are more rounded and can be moody after you wear down the plastic on matte protectors, not many sellers of these, feel good though, second favorite

Mesh tip caps: last longer than rubber, decent friction, get dirty easily due to wax? layer on them if you take your pencil places, not many sellers

Rubber tip caps: super cheap, just don't last, too grabby for my taste even on glossy regular screen protectors

[melikemordemjaponi]

✽Kadıköy'deki binalarından, "Hükümet istifa" sloganıyla çıkan TİP üyelerine polis saldırdı.

Twitter üzerinden Zeynep Kuray (+video)

Kadıköy'de bir polis, gözaltına aldığı TİP üyesini yerde defalarca tekmeledi!!

Twitter üzerinden Emre Orman (+video)

* İki videoları bir videoda birleştirildi.

✽The police attacked The Worker’s Party (leftish party in Turkey-Turkish/TİP : Türkiye İşçi Partisi)who came out of their building in Kadıköy in Istanbul with the slogan "Government resign".

Zeynep Kuray on Twitter (+video)

A police officer in Kadıköy / Istanbul repeatedly kicked a The Worker’s Party in Turkey (TİP )member on the ground after detaining him!!!

Emre Orman on Twitter (+video)

* Two videos combined into one video.

✽トルコ警察が、『内閣は総辞職せよ』のスローガンを掲げてイスタンブルの繁華街カドゥキョイの建物から出てきたTİP(トルコの左派系政党-トルコ労働者党)のメンバーに干渉。

Twitter/ゼイネプ・クライさんより( 動画とも)

イスタンブルの繁華街カドゥキョイで警官が、拘束したTİP(トルコ労働者党)のメンバーを何度も蹴りつける!!!

Twitter/エムレ・オルマンさんより(動画とも)

*2本の動画を1本にまとめました。

[alarakucuk]

✦ OZGE YAGIZ, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ ALARA KUCUK the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for HER WHOLE LIFE and was ACQUAINTANCE to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the WAITRESS AT THE AVERY who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE. She is said to be HARD WORKING and SHORT TEMPERED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { DANI, 26, GMT, SHE/HER. }

BASICS

Full Name: Alara Elif Kucuk

Nickname: Lara

Age: 27

DOB: July 4th 1995

Parents: Cemile Kucuk (née Aksoy), Emre Kucuk

Siblings: Nadia Kucuk & two brothers (OPEN)

Hair colour: dark brown

Eye colour: dark brown

Piercings: ears, nose

Tattoos:  multiple

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Waitress at The Avery

Positive Traits: Hard Working, Good Listener, Creative, Smart

Negative Traits: Short Tempered, Impulsive, Dishonest, Sarcastic

LINKS

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connections

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death

Alara’s family moved to Hidehill from Turkey way before she was born. She was the fourth and final child to Cemile and Emre and has two older brothers and a sister.

The family come from money and her grandparents owned a successful business back in Turkey which her dad inherited once her grandfather passed, it is also expected that one of the siblings take over the company too when their dad steps down.

Growing up Alara didn’t have any issues fitting in, she was raised in Harlow Estates, she got good grades in school and got on with all kinds of people and groups. She had a few people she didn’t get along with but for the most part her time in school was good.

Alara had one high school relationship (17-18) and at the time it felt very real for her, she was the typical girl who was head over heels and thought he was the one. She thought they’d spend the rest of their lives together but of course that wasn’t the case. Her world came crashing down after a year of being together when she found out he had been cheating on her for months just after they graduated.

This ruined her look on love for a very long time, she wouldn’t open up to anyone or even entertain the thought of being with someone else. Her mood changed, she was constantly grumpy and snapped at people over the slightest thing. She became very closed off for the most part, very short tempted and sarcastic.

Over time the old Alara returned but she definitely still has some of those traits to this day and has to work hard to open up and trust people.

Alara was also caught in a cheating scandal over her own she was 25. She was having an affair with a married man who she met at work one day, he had come in with his wife and came back in alone the next day. For weeks after that he would return to talk to her, he would tip her well and make her laugh and eventually one thing led to another and they were meeting outside of her work hours. Those turned into dates which then would end up with her at his place when his wife was out. 

Eventually the two of them would be caught out when she returned early from her plans, the two were caught in the act and luckily for her the wife agreed to keep this between them. Alara never saw him again and never spoke a word about this to anybody. She was hurt when she knew she shouldn’t be, she unfortunately caught feelings for the older man but she was thankful his wife saved her the embarrassment of this spreading around Hidehill.

HEADCANONS

2 cats: bernie (british shorthair) & lenny (maine coon)

loves to bake

blasts music all the time no matter the mood

halloween is her favourite holiday

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SHA vs EMR Dream11 Prediction Today Match 23 Emirates D10 2024

Sharjah and Emirates Red are set to meet in the twenty-third match of the Emirates D10 2024, scheduled to take place at the Seven Districts Ground in Ajman on December 23.st at 21:00 IST. Get the best SHA vs EMR Dream11 predictionfantasy cricket tips, likely playing XI and match information for the 23st Emirates D10 match 2024. Expert analysis and more. SHA vs EMR Match Preview: Sharjah dominated…