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[dardocuae]

DarDoc offers top home healthcare services and nursing. Our home health medical centre provides the best care for you and your loved ones at home.

[nerdie-faerie]

Keep forgetting that I'm not just home for break and am actually going to be in america in a week for summer

[american-hospital22]

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[timmydraker]

The Drake family has existed for a long time, originating from England and being proud doctors in the New World that was the America.

They were responsible for saving many of the soldiers in the war for their choice to be independent to be made true, even being responsible for training medics that saved Washington.

So naturally, with such an extensive (and possibly exaggerated) history filled with respectable and admirable people, they had rules to follow. The rules were meant to show respect for their heritage, for the way they helped push so much medical research and most importantly, reputation.

The Drake Family Rules had existed for over a hundred years. The original book made for young Drake’s and introduced family members was kept safe within a glass case in the centre of the Drake Mansion.

It started with 32 rules, though naturally more were added over time.

When Tim was born there was 122, and as he began to learn to read through the words of the much more modern looking book, his mother swapped it out six times as she added more books. As the one who originally had the Drake name, only she could, though Jack could make suggestions. By the time he was eight there was 173.

Tim had known these rules his whole life and sees them the same way the pervade civilian sees laws.

Maybe even more so.

Some of the rules were obvious and made a lot of sense, such as Rule 5: ‘A Drake should never dishonour his or her’s spouse in any manner’ or Rule 27: ‘A Drake does not gamble away his or hers own money’.

But then there were some out dated ones like Rule 15: ‘A Drake should never been seen wearing a broken pocket watch, for this shows a lack of care to the time of others’ and Rule 11: ‘A Drake should accept the cane from a teacher with grace and decorum’.

Or the more entitled ones like Rule 26: ‘A Drake does not do the washing, that is the maids duty’ and the worst one as far as Tim was concerned, Rule 5: ‘A Drake does not fornicate with anyone of varying skin tones or the common folk’.

Then the bazar one’s…

Rule 112: ‘A Drake should not be seen in public past 11 PM’.

Rule 78: ‘A Drake does not drink out of anything that is not made of glass’.

Rule 102: ‘A Drake must keep a coin inside his or hers shoe when leaving home’.

And Tim’s favourite, Rule 98: ‘A Drake must not die of sickness lest this affect the trust of the public’.

A lot were about health, like Rule 3: ‘A Drake must study the science of medicine no matter his or hers biology’ . Some were about dedication to making a healthy society while others were just about committing to the family business.

Tim didn’t mind these rules all that much and only really learnt them because it was expected of him. He didn’t think all of them were necessary, a fair few due to the time period, but it didn’t really hurt for him to learn them all and keep them up.

Tim still kept a coin inside his shoe after all, because while it was super weird, it didn’t hurt.

He was sure if Bruce knew about The Drake Family Rules and how well Tim follows them he would be furious at the evidence that Tim can do what he’s told, he just doesn’t want to.

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Month

Sorry for being not active this month as I had some health problems. I'll start posting weekly now :) Meanwhile here's some good from last month

1. Widow donates $1 billion to medical school, giving free tuition forever

Ruth Gottesman surprised by her late husband's $1 billion in Berkshire stock, decides to donate it in full to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx, New York City's poorest borough. The donation is intended to cover students' tuition indefinitely, ensuring access to medical education for generations.

A video capturing students' emotional reactions to the news, cheering and crying, circulated after the announcement, highlighting the profound impact of the donation on the medical school community.

2. Electric school buses outperform diesel in extreme cold

In Colorado's West Grand School District, electric school buses outperformed their diesel counterparts, particularly in the bitterly cold temperatures of towns like Kremmling, where morning temperatures can drop below -30 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite common concerns about reduced range in extreme weather, the electric buses maintained their battery charge even in these frigid conditions, providing reliable transportation for students.

This success has been welcomed by the school district, as diesel vehicles also face challenges in starting in Colorado's harsh winter weather.

3. Christian Bale unveils plans to build 12 foster homes in California

Christian Bale has led a tour round the new village in California where he plans to build 12 foster homes, as well as two studio flats to help children transition into independent living, and a 7,000 sq ft community centre.

The actor has spearheaded the building of a unique complex of facilities with the aim of keeping siblings in the foster care system together, and ideally under the same roof.

4. Average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome has increased from 25 years in 1983 to 60 years today

Today the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome is approximately 60 years.

As recently as 1983, the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome was 25 years. The dramatic increase to 60 years is largely due to the end of the inhumane practice of institutionalizing people with Down syndrome.

5. Greece legalises same-sex marriage

Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament.

Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".

6. Massachusetts police K9 tracks scent for over 2 miles to find missing 12-year-old in freezing cold

A Massachusetts police K9 followed her nose to help find a 12-year-old who went missing in frigid temperatures last week, tracking the child’s scent for over two miles, authorities said.

K9 Biza, a female German shepherd, was called on to help after officers learned the child left their home at around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday and was last seen in the Pakachoag Hill area of Auburn, the Auburn Police Department said.

7. Good News for the Socially Anxious: People Like You a Lot More Than You Think They Do, New Research Confirms

The "Lake Wobegon effect" or "illusory superiority" phenomenon highlights people's tendency to overestimate their abilities, but recent research suggests that in social interactions, individuals often underestimate their likability and charm.

Studies indicate that people consistently fail to recognize signals of others' liking toward them, leading to a "liking gap" where individuals believe they are less likable than they actually are.

Techniques such as focusing more on others during conversations and genuinely expressing interest in them can help alleviate social anxiety by shifting the focus away from self-criticism. Ultimately, understanding that others may also experience similar anxieties can lead to a more relaxed and enjoyable social experience.

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[loving-barnes]

EVAN BUCKLEY - SECRETS OF THE PAST

Author’s note: I thought I'd post a spicy one-shot with Buck. But my mind had a different idea. I wanted to include some (future) drama into the story, so I have a part where we have a glimpse into Y/N's life. Guys, I had to give us a backstory, okay? :D I hope you will like it. PLEASE, let me know what you think.

Summary: During a full moon shift, Y/N takes a chilling call that hits painfully close to home.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x female reader

Warning: mentions of suicide, abuse

Rating: 15+

Words: 3400+

Masterlist | Evan Buckley Masterlist

EVAN BUCKLEY - SECRETS OF THE PAST

The full moon was here, which meant a night shift at the dispatch centre. Y/N had to work again. Every newbie worked during the full moon. No excuses. It didn’t matter that some already worked during a night like this. As they said, it’s to experience the craziness of LA. As if not enough craziness was happening in her life outside of work.

“You have the package?” the voice on the other side of the line said.

Y/N’s eyes moved from her drink to the big box sitting in the living room. A few days ago, she received a package from her hometown. It was one of the last things her distant relatives sent her. 

It was a box with photos, documents, bits and bobs. She pushed the unboxing. There was no time or mood to go through it all. Y/N wasn’t ready to go back to the past. It was this fear that she’d find some skeletons in the closet. And she knew they would belong to her damn mother. 

“I do,” she replied. “Thank you for sending it to me. I hope that is all.” 

“Well, we went through it all. This should be it,” her aunt said. She was the sister of her late father. “The papers were finalised. You should receive the inheritance money shortly.” 

“I will send you 30% as promised,” said Y/N. “Can’t believe that it took almost two years to close this chapter.” Why? Her mother made everything difficult. 

“You don’t need…”

“Stop. I will. You’ve helped me a lot, and he was your brother. I’ll send you the money once I have it in my bank account.” 

Y/N sat down on the couch, the box silently calling to her. She could have a quick peek inside before the night shift. Once she ended the call with her aunt, she put the phone on the coffee table and stared at the damn thing.

Open me… Open me…

She pushed the box closer and got inside. She examined everything that went through her hands. There were photos of her mother and deceased father. Between them was the five-year-old version of her. It was from a time when they seemed like a happy family. She used to be tiny and innocent, hugging a stuffed toy. Little did she know that things would turn drastically for everyone in a matter of months.

Y/N took a sip of coffee, letting the bitter taste linger in her mouth for a moment longer. She put the photo at the end of the pile. Then there was a picture of her mother with a man. He seemed familiar. The bottom right corner had a date. The photo was from 1994. She examined the man some more. Those eyes, the lips. 

You know what they say: the world is a small place. What the fuck, how was this possible? What if this wasn’t him? Could it be?

She put the photo aside and started to dig through the documents. Y/N didn’t want to jump to conclusions until she found more proof. The box carried her old medical records from when she was a child. Everything about her childhood health was there. Then she got to an old yellow paper folder with more papers. 

Her phone rang. Maddie’s name appeared on the screen. She picked up the call. “Hey, Maddie. You are calling early.” Y/N’s eyes put the folder aside and looked back at the photo. Her thumb lightly stroked the face of the man.

“Hi! I was wondering if you’d like to grab an early dinner before shift?” 

“Well, I made myself some food to survive the night, but sure, I’m down,” Y/N replied. “What do you have in mind?”

“Great. I was thinking Chinese? I’m really craving Panda Express.” 

Y/N gasped at the mention of that restaurant. “Damn, I’d love that. Their orange chicken is amazing. You have me, Maddie.” 

The woman laughed. “Yes, I knew you’d be down. I’ll be at your place in fifteen. Be ready. I’ll call you once I’m outside. Bye.” 

Y/N sighed. She left the photos and papers scattered around the table. It was best to let it be, for now. For all she knew, it was nothing but a coincidence. Doppelgangers existed, right? 

She changed into appropriate clothes and put snacks into her handbag, and before she knew it, Maddie was already calling. 

Maddie was chipper that day. She had a bright smile, the happiness radiating off her; it was nice and scary. Y/N should have known there was something behind that smile. As they got to the restaurant and had their order delivered, the brunette spilt the beans. “Buck’s single again.” 

“Oh? How so?” Immediately, Y/N’s stomach turned. Did her advice ruin his relationship? Wait, that was like two months ago.

“They had a fight,” Maddie said. “Well, they’ve been fighting for some time now. And it got ugly. To sum it up, they broke up. Which means my brother is available,” she sang. The excitement bubbled more, and it made Y/N uncomfortable. 

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but I am not falling for that.” 

“What? No, I’m not trying to do anything. I have just given you some interesting information you can process however you want.” Her voice said innocence, but her actions said meddler. “But my brother is cute, no?” 

Y/N glared at Maddie and pointed a fork at her. “He’s around my age. I’ve met him twice now, so I don’t know him. I’ll admit he’s cute. That’s it.” 

That answer satisfied the woman. She smiled at Y/N and put more food into her mouth. 

“I don’t know what’s going on behind those eyes, Maddie, but I hate what’s radiating off you. Like you have a plan in your mind.” 

“What? No, no,” she shook her head. “Nothing like that.” 

“Liar,” Y/N chuckled. 

They continued to eat the food. Maddie talked about her plans with Chim for Halloween. She was genuinely excited to attend a party with him. Y/N listened. However, her mind would drift back to what she found at home. That damn picture. It had to be a coincidence. 

“Hey, you okay?” Maddie’s question brought her back to the present. “You’ve zoned out.” 

Y/N shook her head and smiled. “I’m okay, just a bit stressed from this night. It’s the full moon. Last time I worked during the full moon, shit got crazy.” She knew how to lie. She learnt how to hide her emotions and struggles well.

“I remember my first full moon. I was traumatised by some of the calls. That’s when I realised Josh wasn’t lying about crazy shifts during the full moon.” 

Once finished, Y/N paid for the food. Maddie protested, but Y/N didn’t want to hear anything about it. “You’re driving me to and from work. I can pay for food if you don’t let me give you gas money.” 

An hour later, they were both sitting behind their assigned desks. The work day, or night, had begun. The first calls were dull. One woman was shouting at Y/N because she got the wrong order at McDonald’s. Then there was a drunk woman laughing most of the call because her friend fell into a deep bush and they couldn’t get her out. 

“What a bunch of idiots,” Y/N mumbled under her nose after she ended the call. 

“And it’s not even midnight,” Josh said as he passed her table. 

Her phone rang again. Y/N glared at Josh, who laughed at her face. She would have said something back to him, but she had to pick up the call. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” 

There was silence on the other side. “This is 9-1-1. Do you have an emergency?” she repeated. 

Y/N waited for a few seconds. As she opened her mouth, a soft voice spoke from the other side. “H-hello?” It belonged to a child. A girl. 

“This is 9-1-1. My name is Y/N. Can you tell me your name?” Her fingers were ready on the keyboard to type down everything. 

“Samantha,” the girl replied. Uncertainty. Timidness. Fear. 

“Hi, Samantha. Can you tell me your age?” she spoke softly to the girl. Simple questions will have to be done for now.

“I’m 13,” she said, her voice trembling. 

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need help? Can you talk?” She asked the questions slowly, one by one. The hair on Y/N’s arms stood up. Something felt strangely familiar about this call, and it was just the beginning. 

There was a whimper, and it almost broke her heart. “I ran away from home,” she said. “I ran away from my mum. I can’t… I can’t,” she cried. Panic. Fear.

It felt like the whole world was about to collapse on Y/N. Those words brought back so many memories. All those buried feelings came back to the surface. “Samantha, why did you run away from your mum? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” She feared one of the worst answers, and she did receive one. 

It started with a cry. “She beats me,” she admitted. “I can’t do anything right. I don’t want to go back home. I can’t do this anymore.”

Y/N typed all the information into the computer. “Can you tell me where you are?” 

“She’ll find me. I can’t. I can’t tell you where I’m hiding. You’ll send her to me, and it’ll all start again. She’ll punish me for running away, calling 9-1-1. She will hurt me again.” 

“No,” Y/N shook her head even when the girl couldn’t see. “You did the right thing calling 9-1-1. We can help you. I can help you, Samantha. Tell me where you are.” 

“No,” she cried some more. 

“Listen to me, Samantha,” Y/N’s voice was desperate. Her eyes were glued to the screens. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I want to help you. I need you to tell me where you are, so I can send the help you need, okay?” 

There was nothing but soft cries coming from the other side. “She’ll find me. She’ll beat me up. I can’t do this anymore. Everything would be better if I weren’t alive.” 

Those words were a warning sign. “Are you planning on hurting yourself?” This time, Y/N focused on the sounds from the other side. A siren from far away. Wind. The girl was somewhere outside. 

“I’d rather be dead than be under one roof with her.” 

Tears collected in Y/N’s eyes. She understood the pain the girl was in better than anyone. She was once the girl on the other side of the line. “Samantha, listen to me,” her voice trembled. “I used to be you. I used to have a mother who abused me when I was a child.” 

When Y/N closed her eyes, her mind brought her to the memories she wished she had forgotten. She appeared on the kitchen floor, her mother holding a spatula tightly in her hand as she beat her with it. 

“Tell me where you are so we can help you get to a safe place and end the nightmare you live in,” she added after she swallowed the ball that formed in her throat. “You won’t have to live like this anymore.”

Silence. She was contemplating her options. “I’m on the bridge. 6th Street Viaduct,” she said. 

Y/N quickly switched lines. “All units, I have a 13-year-old female on the 6th Street Viaduct bridge. She’s suicidal and ran away from an abusive mother. I need the closest unit and medical assistance.” 

“This is 727-L-30. I’ll be there in two minutes,” Athena’s voice replied from the other side. Y/N was glad she was the one coming to the scene. Athena was a mother herself. She loved her children, and she would help this girl. 

“Copy that,” Y/N replied and switched back to the girl. “Samatha, help is on the way. Stay on the line with me, please.” 

“W-what’s gonna happen to me now?” 

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. She tried to hold it together. It was hard. It was so close to home that she wanted to cry her eyes out. “Do you have a father, Sam?” 

“N-no. I’m all alone,” she sobbed.

“Any relatives? Someone you love from your family?” 

“I have some. However, my mother says no one wants to talk to me because I am the worst child ever. That I am nothing, just a worthless human being that she has to feed. She says…”

“Don’t believe her, Samantha,” Y/N jumped into her speech. “She’s wrong. You are so much more than that, Sam. You are not worthless, you hear me?” 

“You are just saying it…”

“No, I’m not. It’s the truth. My mother used to say it to me, too. She used everything against me. She isolated me from the world. She made me feel like everyone hated me. It wasn’t true. Please, don’t believe those awful words she says. Don’t believe what she has put inside your head. You are so much more than that.” The tears spilt out of her eyes, down her cheeks. Her voice trembled. She didn’t hide the fact that she started to cry. 

Y/N rested her forehead against her hands and sobbed. This was something she was aware could happen at some point. Some calls would be too close to home. However, now that it had happened, it was harder than she imagined. So much pain came back to the surface. 

“This is 727-L-30. I’ve got the girl.”

She let out a deep exhale, relieved that they got to the girl before she could hurt herself. 

“Dispatch, this is Captain of 118, we are on scene and have the girl in medical care.” This voice belonged to Bobby. Hearing his voice made her heart skip a beat. She almost forgot what she saw today.

One more deep breath. “Copy that,” she replied to him and typed down the information. 

That was the end of the call. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment. She needed to process it all. For now, the girl was safe. Everything else was in the hands of the law and CPS. 

A hand appeared on her shoulder. She gasped and turned to see Maddie standing above her. “Why don’t you take five?” Her voice was gentle. “Come on. Let’s get you some coffee.” 

Both women walked into the kitchen, where Maddie closed the doors, giving them privacy. Y/N poured them coffee, and they sat together behind a table. The silence was awkward.

“I heard what you said. Is it true?” Maddie asked. 

Y/N’s eyes moved to her. Sighing, she nodded. “Every word. One call and I was a child again, experiencing it all over again. One would say I should be over it by now,” she scoffed. “It’s easier said than done.” 

“We all have a fair share of trauma,” Maddie said. “And those who didn’t experience it have no idea what it’s like.” She took a deep breath. “My ex-husband beat me,” she admitted. 

Y/N’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, now,” Maddie’s lips curved up. She took a sip of the coffee. “If you’d like, we can talk about it. I can tell you my story if you are willing to share yours. It will stay just between us.” 

Y/N nodded. “I’ve never told anyone,” she sniffled. “Fuck, I knew it would be hard. I didn’t expect it to hit me like this.” 

The door to the kitchen opened. Sue, their supervisor, walked in. “Everything okay?” she asked. Her hand appeared on Y/N’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, just a difficult call,” Y/N admitted. “Too close to home.” 

“Do you want to go home?” Sue asked. “I can cover for you.” 

Quickly, she shook her head. “No, I’m okay. I need a couple more minutes to clear my head. Then I’ll head back to my desk. I know what I signed up for. I needed to experience it. I’ll be okay now.” 

. . .

Maddie kept her promise. She took Y/N for breakfast after their shift. The woman opened up about her own abuse by her now-dead husband. Good thing they took a seat away from prying eyes. They cried as they shared pieces of their lives that they tried to bury deep inside their souls. 

Y/N’s story had a better ending than Maddie’s. Y/N’s father saved her from the abusive hands of her mother. Maddie had to kill her husband to be free. 

What mattered was that they survived. The dark days, or years, were far behind them. Y/N was glad Maddie shared her story. Now, she felt like they had gotten closer. Friendships were something Y/N craved for. She had no one now. Her father died of cancer. Her evil mother was god-knows-where. The rest of the family lived far away. They weren’t close.

When Y/N got home, she didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned on her heel and got on the nearest bus to the 118 fire station. She needed to know more about the call. She had to know how it ended. 

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the building. Her palms were sweaty. The garage door was open. She noticed firefighters walking around, doing their business. One step at a time. She walked inside, searching for a familiar face.

“Y/N?” Buck came out of a firetruck. He closed the door behind him. 

“Hi,” she greeted him. 

He smiled at her. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” 

She nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Were you present for the call at the 6th Street Viaduct? A thirteen-year-old girl called 9-1-1.” 

“Yeah, we were there,” Buck said. “Athena got there faster than we did. Were you the one who took the call?” 

“Yes,” she said. “Her name was Samantha. Her mother abused her and isolated her from the world. She ran away from home… wanted to end her life.” 

“Y/N?” Hen approached them, dressed in casual clothes, holding a duffel bag. “What a surprise! What are you doing here?” 

“She came to ask about the girl, Samatha,” Buck explained. “Y/N took the call.” 

“What’s going on here?” 

The group turned to Bobby’s voice. He ambled his way to them, eyes locking on Y/N. “Hi. What are you doing here?” he asked. 

Y/N’s eyes wandered around Bobby’s face. For a second, she forgot to breathe. Her mind went back to what she found in that damn box. The photograph she held in her fingers. The world was a small place. Anything was possible. 

“Y/N?” Bobby said her name. 

She took a deep breath and came back to reality. “I’m here about Samantha,” she told him. “I was wondering if you could tell me how it ended. I know Athena got to her, and you said you had her in medical care.” 

“The girl had visible bruises, and she was in a bad mental state,” Hen said. “We took her to the nearest hospital, where she ended up in the hands of paediatricians and psychiatrists.”

“Athena called the CPS and gave them her statement,” Bobby added. “As far as I know, the child’s mother was taken into custody. They opened an investigation, and the woman won’t be able to see her daughter anytime soon.” 

Y/N took a deep breath. “Good,” she said. “I’m glad she’s safe now. I had to hear from you. I couldn’t wait for a report.” 

Han patted Y/N’s shoulder. “She didn’t jump because of you. Your words changed her mind, and Athena safely brought her to us.” 

She kept nodding, processing the words. Bobby scanned her body language. He wasn’t blind. He could see that this call was personal. But he wasn’t the one to pry. At least not now.

“Thank you for telling me,” she smiled at them. “I’m sorry if I interrupted you.” 

“No, it’s okay,” Buck said. “We are all just about to head home. Would you like a lift? I can drive you home if that’s where you are heading.” 

Y/N yawned, starting a chain reaction. They all laughed. “If it’s not too much trouble.” 

“I offered,” he winked at her. 

Hen playfully rolled her eyes and said her goodbyes. Bobby did the same, leaving the two alone. Y/N couldn’t help but watch Bobby leave. She was sure it was him. She was sure that the man in the photograph was Robert Nash. How was this possible? Were they classmates from school? Were they friends? Did they happen to live in the same city? Or maybe she was just crazy, and the man happened to have facial features similar to Bobby. 

Yes, that was it. There’s no way her demonic mother and Captain Nash were friends. 

For now, she had decided to swipe it under an imaginary rug. 

Y/N followed Buck out of the fire station into his Jeep. As promised, he drove her back to her apartment. 

[recreationaldivorce]

Infographic released by the Government Media Office in Gaza, detailing the quantitative extent of the IOF's destruction of Gaza between the 7th of October 2023 and the 1st of January 2024:

9,280 martyred children

21,978 martyrs who reached the hospitals

28,978 martyrs and missing

1,838 massacres

87 days of the war

7,000 missing, of whom 70% are children and women

106 martyred journalists

40 civil defence martyrs

326 martyred medical workers

6,600 martyred women

1.9 million displaced in the Gaza Strip

10 arrests of journalists

99 arrests of health workers

10,000 cancer patients at risk of death

56,697 wounded

120 mosques completely destroyed by Israel

292 schools and universities partially destroyed by Israel

93 schools and universities completely destroyed by Israel

130 government headquarters destroyed by Israel

355,000 Gazans ill with diseases due to displacement

30 hospitals taken out of service by Israel

290,000 homes partially destroyed by Israel

65,000 homes completely destroyed by Israel

3 churches targeted and destroyed by Israel

212 mosques partially destroyed by Israel

65,000 tons of explosives dropped by Israel onto Gaza

200 archeological and heritage sites destroyed by Israel

104 ambulances completely destroyed by Israel

150 health centres partially destroyed by Israel

53 health centres taken out of service by Israel

[alfalfaaarya]

2nd May 2025 // Friday

Attended all my lectures and clinics.

Currently I have community medicine posting , we visited a Health Centre today .

After college , I went out with my friends!

Came home ,

Studied Ophthalmology.

Made a resume , for a Medical conference . I want to apply for the post of Workshop event head .

Today has been productive!

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Hi!! What does this mean for Australia now? It's great that they're out but what is Albanese like?

Hopefully a force for good :)

No problem! WARNING I JUST WOKE UP AND THIS IS ON PHONE SO IM NOT QUOTING ANYTHING BUT MY MEMORY

So Albo (albanese) has been in power for the last 4 years and you honestly forget what it’s like to have a competent government sometimes. He’s also the first prime minister is TWENTY YEARS to win back to back terms with the same party.

Labour, that’s the party Albos from, is pretty decent. I’ll admit I voted for them this year and I wasn’t goddam risking the collation.

They technically a centre party, but in recent years they do lean left on a few topics.

They a bit of an asshole in the fact they aren’t confrontational and don’t do major issues well. Albo walks a thin line trying to appease everyone… which is actually good

I know some people don’t like that, but Albo trying to be friends with everyone while simultaneously being very direct on issues is good for Australia. I think some of us forget we’re not part of Europe and other countries can and will fuck us up. Attempting to remain friends with the US for as long as possible on our end make AUS look good guys. Same with China.

It’s so we can say “well we tried” no one’s gonna be mad at that. (Well mostly)

Labour has promised:

- dental in Medicare and stronger Medicare

- more medical centres built so no one is further then 20 minutes away from one

- women’s health budget is getting a few million for endometriosis treatments and gynaecology

- 5% deposit for new home buyers

- lower taxes

- 20% student loans

- free TAFE (that’s like training for specific jobs not in school. You can start that at any age but most drop out and start at 16/17. You can go to uni and become a mechanic with a degree or drop out and be trained by a mechanic and become one. I think it’s kinda like trade school in America?)

AND NO NUCLEAR!! Because it’s not viable in Australia fuckwits

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No woman should ever be an afterthought"

By Lorraine Finlay Dec 10 2024

Picture this. It has been months since you last saw or hugged a loved one, including your children. You are a survivor of domestic violence but are now living next door to men who are sex offenders. You speak little English. And your life in detention has no end date.

This is a common experience for women in Australia’s immigration detention system. Their visas have either lapsed or been revoked, or they never had one in the first place after arriving here in a way deemed to be illegal.

In Australia, women make up a small number, roughly 6%, of people in immigration detention. These women are wedged into a system which operates predominantly with men in mind, with their separate and specific needs widely overlooked.

On Wednesday, the Australian Human Rights Commission published the findings of an investigation into the experiences of women living within this system. As part of our inspections, I spoke with women in all immigration detention facilities where they are housed. What they told me was extremely alarming.

They spoke of limited privacy and widespread exposure to harassment and violence. Of leering men at the gym. Of not having access to the canteen. Of inadequate medical and mental health support. Of living in a constant state of stress and anxiety. Of wanting to turn their lives around, but being banned from work, study or vocational training.

And what they told us was confirmed by what we saw at the centres ourselves. There were too many examples of the housing, the facilities, the programs, and services such as healthcare or education being either insufficient, inappropriate or unsafe, with staff not adequately trained to address women’s needs. We met with staff who want to make changes and are trying their best, but who find themselves up against a system that is too often resistant to change

In just one example, at Sydney’s Villawood immigration detention centre – which has the highest number of women of any facility in Australia – women are housed next to a compound that includes men who are sex offenders. With many of these women being survivors of abuse, a shared fence line exposes them to the risk of further harm.

The separation of families was another key issue raised with us. Most women are detained far from their families – often interstate – which makes it difficult for their children and loved ones to visit. We were told by some women that they have not been able to hug a family member in years. This is unacceptable, particularly when Australians are told that immigration detention is not meant to be punitive.

Previous reports I have led show there are also significant human rights concerns facing men in immigration detention. But, as it stands, detained women are at an increased vulnerability.

In every system, people’s backgrounds, gender and circumstances will impact their needs and rights. In immigration detention centres, the current risk to women’s health and safety is of urgent concern.

Our report makes 31 recommendations to better protect the human rights of women in immigration detention, as well as improving the quality of the work environment and support for staff. These include better conditions across centres, such as safer housing, gender-specific staff training and female recruitment, enhanced access to healthcare, education, and meaningful activities.

The Department of Home Affairs has cautiously responded to our report, accepting or partially agreeing with 11 of the recommendations. We urge it to take immediate action and implement our recommendations in full.

Our report is another reminder that things must change. Improving the treatment of women in immigration detention helps raise the bar to how we are all treated. No woman should ever be an afterthought.

 Lorraine Finlay is Australia’s human rights commissioner

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Also preserved in our archive

No mention of masks or other mitigations, but some surprisingly okay covid reporting from the BBC

By Nikki Fox

An NHS matron said that too often people were mistaking Covid for a common cold and a lack of testing could be putting vulnerable people at risk.

Lana Goodwin, who works in Covid services at Mid and South Essex NHS Foundation Trust in Billericay, Essex, said she believed people who were not high risk "feel that Covid has gone".

She added that statistics showed many vulnerable people were also not aware they were eligible for anti-viral drugs.

Ms Goodwin said: "I feel the public see [Covid] symptoms as a cold and it doesn't trigger off a response to test."

Ms Goodwin said that her clinic had people testing positive for the virus every day and vulnerable people were "unfortunately still dying from Covid".

Anti-viral drugs to treat Covid were available for high-risk patient groups, such as people with cancer, those who have had stem cell transplants, and people with respiratory or neurological conditions.

In June, people over 85 who lived in their own homes and people over 70 who lived in care homes also became eligible to receive the drugs. Yet during that month only 5% of the patients seen by the clinic in Mid and South Essex were in those categories.

In the week ending 15 November, 122 people in England and Wales died from Covid.

The figure was about one third of the number that died from flu or pneumonia, but Ms Goodwin said giving early anti-viral drugs could reduce hospitalisation and speed up recovery.

She said that it was important people started their treatment within five days of getting symptoms and testing for it to be effective.

'It takes away a lot of worry'

Joe Hall, 44, from Brentwood, Essex, was one of more than 4,000 people who has received anti-viral drugs from the clinic.

He is vulnerable to infection after he had a kidney transplant. He regularly takes immunosuppressants so his body does not reject his new kidney, which means his immune system is not as strong.

Mr Hall shielded in his flat for three months during the pandemic, but he caught the virus in July.

He said he woke up with a scratchy throat and aching all over, so he called 111 and they put him in touch with the Covid clinic in Billericay.

Mr Hall said the intravenous anti-viral medication started to work quickly and by the following day he woke up feeling "a huge amount better".

"I dread to think what would happen if I didn't have the treatment," he said.

"It takes away a lot of the worry... I can go out and about and I know if I catch Covid, it won't be so severe, and for me, that's huge mentally."

Mr Hall said that vulnerable people could not "shield forever" and said the vaccine and availability of anti-viral drugs provided him with an "extra barrier".

The NHS in Mid and South Essex said that vulnerable people could also be protected through Covid vaccinations.

The trust has joined other local healthcare organisations to help run a Covid vaccination service for people who are experiencing homelessness.

It has visited hostels and soup kitchens, such as the HARP charity in Southend, to administer jabs.

Dr Haroon Siddique, a GP at the Thorpe Bay Surgery and Southend Medical Centre, said that because of poor nutrition the immune systems of homeless people were often not as strong.

He added that close contact with other people and a higher prevalence of other health conditions also made rough sleepers vulnerable.

John, who is homeless and disabled, believed that the Covid vaccination was "keeping him safe".

He added because many people who were homeless were living with addictions, they "wouldn't always know the dangers of getting ill from Covid".

The service said local pharmacies provide lateral flow kits free of charge for vulnerable patients.

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In 1933 the ‘Law for the Prevention of Hereditarily Diseased Offspring’ was passed, allowing for the forced sterilisation of those regarded as ‘unfit’. This included people with conditions such as epilepsy, schizophrenia and alcoholism. Prisons, nursing homes, asylums, care homes for the elderly and special schools were targeted to select people for sterilisation. It has been estimated that between 1933 and 1939, 360,000 individuals were subjected to forced sterilisation.

In 1939 the killing of disabled children and adults began. All children under the age of three who had illnesses or a disability, such as Down’s syndrome, or cerebral palsy were targeted under the T4 programme. A panel of medical experts were required to give their approval for the ‘euthanasia’, or supposed ‘mercy-killing’, of each child.

Many parents were unaware of the fate of their children, instead being told that they were being sent for improved care. After a period of time parents were told their children had died of pneumonia and their bodies cremated to stop the spread of disease.

Following the outbreak of war in September 1939 the programme was expanded. Adults with disabilities, chronic illnesses, mental health problems and criminals who were not of German origin were included in the programme. Six killing centres were established to speed up the process – the previous methods of killing people by lethal injection or starvation were deemed too slow to cope with large numbers of adults. The first experimental gassings took place at the killing centre in Brandenberg and thousands of disabled patients were killed in gas chambers disguised as shower rooms.

The model used for killing disabled people was later applied to the industrialised murder within Nazi concentration and death camps such as Auschwitz-Birkenau. Holocaust Memorial Day Trust

Just a reminder that the Nazi regime targeted the disabled population first and even took inspiration of his mass-murders of the Jewish population from his T-4 program.

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Women training as midwives and nurses in Afghanistan have told the BBC they were ordered not to return to classes in the morning - effectively closing off their last route to further education in the country.

Five separate institutions across Afghanistan have also confirmed to the BBC that the Taliban had instructed them to close until further notice, with videos shared online showing students crying at the news.

The BBC has yet to confirm the order officially with the Taliban government's health ministry.

However, the closure appears to be in line with the group's wider policy on female education, which has seen teenage girls unable to access secondary and higher education since August 2021.

The Taliban have repeatedly promised they would be readmitted to school once a number of issues were resolved - including ensuring the curriculum was "Islamic".

This has yet to happen.

One of the few avenues still open to women seeking education was through the country's further education colleges, where they could learn to be nurses or midwives.

Midwifery and nursing are also one of the only careers women can pursue under the Taliban government's restrictions on women - a vital one, as male medics are not allowed to treat women unless a male guardian is present.

Just three months ago, the BBC was given access to one Taliban-run midwife training centre, where more than a dozen women in their 20s were learning how to deliver babies.

The women were happy to have been given the chance to learn.

“My family feels so proud of me," a trainee called Safia said. "I have left my children at home to come here, but they know I’m serving the country."

But even then, some of the women expressed fear about whether even this might be stopped eventually.

What will happen to those women - and another estimated 17,000 women on training courses - is unclear.

No formal announcement has been made, although two sources in the Ministry of Health confirmed the ban to BBC Afghan off the record.

In videos sent to the BBC from other training colleges, trainees can be heard weeping.

"Standing here and crying won’t help," a student tells a group of women in one video. "The Vice and Virtue officials [who enforce Taliban rules] are nearby, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to any of you."

Other videos shared with the BBC show women quietly protesting as they leave the colleges - singing as they make their way through the hallways.

One Kabul student said she had been told to "wait until further notice".

"Even though it is the end of our semester, exams have not yet been conducted, and we have not been given permission to take them," she told the BBC.

Another student revealed they "were only given time to grab our bags and leave the classrooms".

"They even told us not to stand in the courtyard because the Taliban could arrive at any moment, and something might happen. Everyone was terrified," she said. "For many of us, attending classes was a small glimmer of hope after long periods of unemployment, depression, and isolation at home."

What this means for women's healthcare also now remains to be seen: last year, the United Nations said Afghanistan needed an additional 18,000 midwives to meet the country's needs.

Afghanistan already has one of the worst maternal mortality rates in the world, according to the World Health Organization (WHO), with a report released last year noting 620 women were dying per 100,000 live births.