#google health

[jrizoseo]

Google Health está transformando cómo accedemos y gestionamos nuestra información médica. En JRizo, exploramos cómo esta plataforma puede mejorar el cuidado de la salud mediante la tecnología avanzada y la inteligencia artificial. Google Health facilita un acceso rápido y seguro a datos médicos, ofrece herramientas para el seguimiento de la salud personal y proporciona recursos informativos que empoderan tanto a pacientes como a profesionales de la salud. Descubre más sobre sus funciones y beneficios en nuestro artículo detallado en JRizo. Aprovecha al máximo la tecnología para cuidar mejor de tu salud con Google Health.

[thefrontpress]

Google experts have developed an AI tool that detects diseases

Google experts have developed an AI tool that detects diseases. According to a statement issued by Google, the new AI tool detects diseases by coughing, sneezing, speaking, and breathing. For the experiment Read more

[shalahowell]

"What's a doctor doing at Google?"

One of the minor social benefits of being married to an ICU doctor is that it is really easy to explain to people what my husband does. But since my husband started at Google it's been a bit trickier. "What's a doctor doing at Google?"

Long-time readers of this blog and folks who read this blog because they know me in real life, know that my husband was a practicing clinician for 20 years or so before taking a job at Google Health. It was great, except for the long hours and the way they cut into our family time. One of the minor social benefits of being married to an ICU doctor is that it is really easy to explain to people…

[justshipsandstuff]

The people want to see Mithrun’s second life (me, I’m people)

Inspired by this post. Mithrun having service animals is just perfect! Can’t believe I never thought of that. He always has a big team caring for him but in Melini, he needs to manage on his own at times when he’s not working and Pattadol is busy

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.

And Danny hated it.

He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.

In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.

After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.

He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.

Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”

Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!

“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”

“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”

“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”

“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”

Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.

Danny sat down.

“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”

Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.

“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.

Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.

It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.

He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.

Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.

“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”

Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.

He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.

At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.

It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.

Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.

He was not about to cry.

“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”

He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.

Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.

He read the report again.

And again.

And again.

Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.

“What?”

“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”

Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.

“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.

“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”

“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”

“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”

Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.

“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”

“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”

But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”

“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”

“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”

Dr. Crane sighed.

“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”

“…Why?”

“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”

Danny paused.

“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”

“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”

Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.

“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”

“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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[edsbacktattoo]

good evening everyone. remember when stede bonnet called edward teach his boyfriend. do you remember when edward teach actually fucking loved it. do you recall. wow. what a day that we have had. i love you all

[konigsblog]

I feel like König would have health anxiety, but not for himself, instead, for you.

Oh, you've been feeling quite poorly these past few days? He's already desperately booking a doctor's appointment. You've been throwing up and have a migraine? You're freaking him out, please! You feel like you're going to pass out? Well, you better sit down, because if you faint, so will König.

[lifblogs]

The google ai is so bad for trying to search if foods are safe for me to eat, or if they’ll try to kill me. And underneath the ai answer bullshit there are hardly any reliable links.

If someone has even said the words gluten free in something then google will tell you the product is gluten free even if it’s not.

This is DANGEROUS!

[skapediem]

bidididibumbum to san fernandooo

[iinryer]

i know we’re all super jazzed about bi buck, but please for the love of god y’all have got to stop saying “gay panic” and “bi panic”. i know it’s a funny-sounding phrase but it does NOT mean what you think you’re saying

[squiddlysq]

Finished System Collapse the other day & Murderbot has never been more relatable

First image based on this post by @murderbot-moodboard

[jjmcquade-misc]

Dr. Berg Gets Censored (Silenced)

The alignment to big pharma is taking over after C19. It's true that there are many video can be harmful but others they don't.

This Google behaviors is dangerous too, we are slaves of big tech company that are in the hands of business.

[scrapnick]

Its fucking uuuuhhhh Halloween

[nixcraft]

see you are not alone :P lmao

[raceweek]

so alex and his trainer patrick gave an interview to men’s health about his recovery from respiratory failure and. im emotionally compromised

[trlvsn]

btw as someone who now works as an online consulting therapist on a hotline, i want to say i'm genuinely happy and relieved every time a person texts us with an issue they're experiencing. it took time for me to adjust to this job mentally because after each three hour shift it felt like coming back from another world, and my thoughts kept wandering to the fact that those i've been able to consult are a very small percentage of people with similar issues in general. it's scary to think how many people are there, either not able to get help or not getting it due to shame, insecurity, fear or not believing in the possibility of that help actually... well, helping. posts like these usually only reach a few people, still, i can't stress it enough: if you're struggling, feeling unwell, dealing with something hard or unpleasant, there are people out there wanting, wishing, ready to help or at least lend you an ear. i won't deny this job is challenging, but consulting people has felt like a blessing rather than a burden, contrary to how many people with mental health issues think of themselves. go get help