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Ambulance service in delhi

Marin Life Care Ambulance is a leading provider of ambulance service in Delhi, offering swift and efficient transportation for medical emergencies. With a focus on prompt response times and compassionate care, Marin Life Care Ambulance ensures that patients receive timely access to critical medical care during emergencies. Their team of trained professionals is equipped with state-of-the-art medical equipment to provide essential support and stabilization en route to hospitals or medical facilities. Marin Life Care Ambulance is dedicated to serving the community with integrity, reliability, and a commitment to saving lives in times of need.

[ajayambulanceservices]

Basic Life Support Ambulance in Delhi

Ajay Ambulance Services is a leading provider of Basic Life Support Ambulance in Delhi. Our BLS ambulances are equipped with all the necessary medical equipment and supplies to provide emergency care to patients in need. We have a team of experienced and qualified paramedics who are available 24/7 to provide prompt and professional care.

[crazylittlejester]

Hi hello do you have anything about how Twi nearly died in your modern au? Like, what happened and how Time reacted and stuff- (free invitation to yap /gen)

hi hello yes i do!! (tw for talk of suicide attempts and sh)

it was an attempt when he was 15, and the only reason he’s still alive is because he kinda snapped out of it after a second and realized he didn’t actually want to be dead (if he hadn’t told anyone he would have died in his room). Time was the only person home with him, so Twi had to go tell him 1. What he did and 2. That he’d already panic called emergency services because he was freaking out and didn’t know what to do and the ranch is decently far away from everything else. Time had had absolutely NO idea Twilight was struggling like that or that he was so unhappy he’d make an attempt on his life and he was so so terrified he was actually going to lose his kid that day, he could hardly speak he was that scared (and unfortunately Twi was a little worried that Time was MAD at him because of his silence). He drove Twi to the emergency room himself, he knew he’d get there faster and he was genuinely worried Twi didn’t have a whole lot of time to wait around for an ambulance

That was the first and only time Twilight has ever seen his dad cry, at first it was just silent tears but the second Time had called Malon to explain what was going on he broke down sobbing and Twilight is genuinely so scarred from just THAT that it’s been one of the things that’s helped him stop hurting himself; he doesn’t ever want to see his dad cry again. he never wants to be the reason his dad cries, he felt so so bad about that he had a whole mental breakdown over it

He’d been struggling with hurting himself since he was thirteen and he’s been struggling with depression and anxiety for as long as he’s been alive, he’d just get so stressed and overwhelmed he’d spiral and then he felt ashamed for being unhappy because he didn’t feel like he had a valid reason to be depressed because he had a wonderful home life and loving family, and he didn’t want them to blame themselves so he didn’t tell them. and then sophomore year of high school it just reached a point where he attempted to end his life and then the fear and anxiety kicked in and he had to tell his dad about EVERYTHING. there was a lot of crying that day, from him AND Time, but Time made sure to make Twilight feel like he wasn’t suddenly going to be treated like he was made of glass or like he was just completely unstable. Time assured him that he wasn’t angry with him and promised to do anything possible to help Twi because he loves him, he made that very very clear

Time and Malon have done their absolute best to support him, they listen to whatever he has to say and they do whatever they can to help him. They got him therapy (which was so so helpful for him) and Twi still sees a therapist, plus he’s on antidepressants which have also helped a lot. Warriors and Sky have also been nothing but supportive and patient, they’ve been friends with him since freshman year and they were pretty close by the time this happened and they were really worried about their friend but were very glad to see him start to do better

Twilight is doing very well now, he’s been sh free for six years. tho he still has bad days or days he gets urges to hurt himself again and its difficult for him to verbally ask for help but everyone in his life has figured out what it means when he silently comes to just sit by them. They know not to ask questions and to just treat him normally, or give him a hug if he initiates it, and they’ll do anything they can to help him. The tattoos on his left arm cover up a LOT of scars, they don’t cover all of em, they’re not really meant to completely cover them but they do make them a lot less visible

He really is doing better now, but ofc Time is always going to worry about him. Time’s been worrying about him since he GOT him and it just got worse when 9 year old Twi cracked his head open hopping off a horse

the most recent fic for the au is about twi having one of his bad days, ft Warriors wriggling his way into Twi’s bed to be both a comfort and a nuisance (he does a lot to help akskdjd):

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

I've been living in Japan, just outside of Tokyo, for a year and a half. It has been a lifelong dream of mine to live in Japan for about a year and a half, but I will be going home to America in short order.

Japan is a unique and wonderful place, however, I get tired of seeing leftist Americans touting it as some kind of socialist utopia. If one can support oneself without having to join the Japanese workforce, it's probably bearable, but the truth is, being part of Japanese society can be weighty business.

Having been here only a short time, I can't pretend to be an expert. I've only scratched the surface of a complex and nuanced society. Even as a student, though, the tireless bureaucracy, relentless work schedule, and comparatively introverted (and conservative, I might add) way of life is taxing. Albeit, I'm a rather undisciplined, artistic type. This is to say nothing of strict, upstairs/downstairs class etiquette, and of course, language barrier.

All of this is liveable, with the right mindset, but what Americans don't understand is how very fortunate we are for our freedoms and the services we often take for granted. Namely, the way our health care system operates.

Recently, I had the misfortune of getting a kidney stone, which is, of course, excruciatingly painful.

I have never had kidney stones before, and I'm alone in a foreign country; I thought I might be dying, so I called an ambulance. I thought, it's free, right? Why not? Even if I were in America, I might have called an ambulance, but then again, possibly not, because the great thing about the US is that most people have a car, and anyone with family or friends can get a ride to the hospital, if they need one. I'm also fortunate in that my older brother is a paramedic. In Japan, though, calling the ambulance seemed like my only recourse. And, indeed, it is free.

The ambulance came. I speak enough Japanese to talk with the paramedics. I got into the ambulance without my eyeglasses or my coat, and I was certain I would soon be given drugs to at least take the edge off. That's how it works in the US.

No such thing occurred. The paramedics took my blood pressure, and maybe listened to my heart. They asked me questions, and they drove me to the nearby hospital, which is less than five minutes from my apartment.

For almost an hour I was in the back of that ambulance, genuinely suffering, in pain, vomiting. We sat and sat. The paramedics kept saying, just a little longer. I found out later they have to have authorization from a doctor to administer any drugs, so they either decided for themselves that I didn't need any, or the doctor they contacted did. I suppose the level of my suffering was weighed according to outward appearance, and I will admit I pride myself on a high tolerance for pain; it was determined I most likely wasn't going to die and didn't need immediate relief from my pain.

Eventually, I was taken into the ER. They put me on the EKG and took my blood pressure, and then they left me alone with a little bucket to vomit in. A couple of nurses showed me compassion, but they were very busy. The old man on the other side of the curtain was in bad shape. I thought to myself, at least I'm not him. He kept complaining that he was cold and asking where he was. They kept telling him he was in the hospital and that his wife had been called.

For an hour, I lay in the ER with no medical attention and no drugs to stave off my agony. Eventually, I was submitted for a CT scan. After the scan, I was wheeled away into a corner where I received minimal attention and no drugs. In time, the doctor came to tell me I had kidney stones, and he prescribed me some glorified ibuprofen. The only nurse there who spoke any English asked me if I felt better, and, obviously, I didn't, but she told me it was time to go.

I managed to navigate the process of picking up my medication, paying my bill, and getting a taxi to take me home, but it was almost four hours after I called the ambulance that I was finally able to take the medication that at least somewhat dulled the pain, and I can tell you this: if I had known that I had a kidney stone, I would have stayed in the comfort of my own bed and taken Tylenol and suffered with some dignity.

In America, it's true we pay a lot to ride in the ambulance, and we pay a lot for health care. I have many times been subject to outrageous ER and miscellaneous medical bills.

However, the fact that we pay for these services does ensure that we will receive decent care unless something goes very wrong. American paramedics are authorized to administer drugs and do whatever is required to comfort and soothe the patients they've taken charge of.

And I can tell you this: I would much rather deal with the headache of insurance and trying to find a way to pay my medical bills than be left in seemingly endless agony for hours on end.

There are many wonderful things about Japan, but contrary to popular belief, health care is not one of them, and even though our system is not perfect, I will never again sit by and abide people who piss on it.

This is a great read and I would highly suggest you submit this somewhere for publication. It's also super interesting to me, because I had a kidney stone about a year and a half ago that I went to the hospital for, so I can directly compare our experiences.

I didn't take an ambulance. I live pretty close to a really good hospital, so I had my husband drive me. When I got there, I went to the receptionist and told her that I had a kidney stone and was in a lot of pain. She had me fill out my information and within 5 minutes I was being taken into the ER. A nurse came in very quickly, set up an IV, took vitals, and left. Very soon she came back with some pain medication. After about 20 minutes or so, I was taken to get a body scan, and that took maybe 5 minutes and I was back in my room. Another 5-10 minutes and a doctor came in, said my scans showed a kidney stone, and asked how I was feeling. I told him I was still in a lot of pain, and soon after he left another nurse came in and gave me morphine. During all this, they found out that I had a serious blood pressure problem. Like, I was two points away from where it would have been considered immediately life threatening. So they gave me a prescription for blood pressure meds, along with heavy duty opioids for the pain, and scheduled follow up appointments for me for the blood pressure and with a urologist to make sure I didn't have any kidney damage. I think I was there for a total of 2-2/12 hours, and they still offered me a hospital room outside the ER if I wanted because the pain hadn't completely stopped, but I'd much rather go home, so that's what I did.

The whole thing cost me nothing, by the way. I didn't have insurance, but I qualified for the hospital's own internal insurance for low income ER patients, which got me 90 days of free medical care, and after that was up, they extended it for another 90 days, and after that was up, they helped me get onto a real insurance plan. One that I'm still on now, though I'm probably going to get moved over to the plan my husband's new job gives him when the renewal period comes up. And while I'm not suggesting my experience is the norm, it does present an interesting contrast to yours.

[world-of-wales]

PRINCE OF WALES DIARIES ♔

7 FEBRUARY 2024 || LONDON'S AIR AMBULANCE GALA DINNER, LONDON

The Prince of Wales, attended the London's Air Ambulance Charity Gala Dinner held in support of the charity's largest ever fundraising campaign,'Up Against Time'.

London's Air Ambulance Charity delivers advanced trauma team to critically injured people in London. The service provides rapid response and cutting-edge medical care for the people who live, work and visit London, bringing the emergency department to the scene of the incident, and have successfully delivered life-saving treatment to over 45,000 people since its foundation in 1989.

William became the organization's Patron of in March 2020 aftersupporting their 30th Anniversary Campaign.

During the event The Prince of Wales, met and spoke with crewmembers, former patients and supporters, before delivering a short speech.

[lucyloserdoll]

My Story

Like everyone else, I've been following this case since day one. We've all laughed at the jokes and felt abject sympathy for those negatively impacted by UHC or other such companies. I thought now it was time to share my own small anecdote on the American Healthcare system.

I'm from Tennessee, and up until May I had a Mamaw (my great-grandmother) which is a word you've no doubt heard from JD Vance recently, or really through the entirety of his campaign. My Mamaw died in May, and she had UHC. Thankfully, UHC deemed her worthy of having full coverage. There were no copays for her family to worry about. And I'm grateful for that, but my Mamaw is only 1 success out of 10,000 failures. However, as just some general information on the American healthcare system, here are the total prices from her two hospital stays:

March 15th,2024 to March 22nd, 2024- $30,988

May 4th,2024 to May 6th,2024 to May 9th, 2024 (including her hospice care price from May 6th to her date of death, May 9th)- $15,600

Now my Mamaw died a rough death. She had COPD, CHF, and massive fluid retention. Up until her death, my mother dedicated her whole life to giving my Mamaw 24/7 care. She was unemployed at the time because of that fact. My mother even held my Mamaw in her arms as she died, fighting for every breathe. My mother now has PTSD from my Mamaw's traumatic death. My mom is employed now, has insurance, and has been pulled out of the depressive episode she fell into after our Mamaw's death, but that wasn't always the case.

My mother had TennCare, the healthcare given to most people in Tennessee. My mother was stripped of her insurance the week after she held my dying Mamaw in her arms. She was already in a severe depressive episode due to her experiences and previous history with MDD. After her insurance was taken from her, she didn't have access to her mental health medications or access to the medications for her many chronic illnesses. So she slept constantly. And it was left to me, newly 19 years old and grieving, to keep everything afloat. I bought everything to keep our home running, I bought her medications so she could move her body freely without pain, and most importantly, I bought her mental health medications. I nursed my mother out of her depressive episode while also working my hands to the bone to keep us alive. My mother almost wasn't here right now. The only reason my mom is alive is because I made sure she had the medications and mental health services she needed. My mother is alive because of ME. Not because of a healthcare CEO, not because of the American government, but because of ME. She is alive because I saved her when the American government and healthcare system failed her.

Not everyone has been as lucky as my mother. Not everyone has had someone to care for them and their health. In fact, most people don't have a support system like my mom had.

We see the stories on the news, the "wholesome" stories of kids selling their toys to pay for a friend or family member's chemotherapy, or the downright despicable stories of the elderly being refused care because they couldn't afford life-saving treatment. We see these stories,and it's easy to become desensitized to this dystopian reality. I want to leave you with a story about someone I personally knew, a neighbor of mine in fact.

Let's call this neighbor Trevor. Trevor was a 32 year old man, and he worked at a textile factory. Trevor didn't have insurance. One night he felt incredibly sick, and fell to his knees in pain. He was crying, and his fiance thought he was a goner for sure, so she called an ambulance. Trevor begged her not to call because he knew he couldn't afford the $5,000 charge. When the EMTs got to his home, they found Trevor lying in the floor, clutching his side. The paramedics told him he needed a hospital immediately, as he would have to have emergency surgery to remove his gallbladder. If he couldn't afford an ambulance, he couldn't afford the hospital stay and surgery charges either. So he didn't go to the hospital. He didn't get in the ambulance. He didn't get the help he needed.

Trevor died in a pool of his own blood, pus, and urine. His gallbladder entirely ruptured, and his body was found by his family. Trevor didn't die because of his inability to pay his medical bills, Trevor didn't die because he refused to get into the ambulance, and he didn't die because his fiance stepped outside for two minutes after he assured her the pain was subsiding. Trevor died because of the American healthcare system, and their consistent, systemic failures of the American people. At the time this happened, in 2019, I only heard blame on his part for not getting into the ambulance. Many times I heard, "Why didn't he just make a payment plan like everyone else?"That sentiment has very quickly changed since Brian Thompson was adjusted. In the days since December 4th, I have heard only sympathy and understanding for Trevor's story, and for the thousands of stories just like Trevor's. I can't convince you to care about those thousands of people without names or faces, but hopefully I can convince you to care about Trevor.

December 4th changed something in the American people. Keep changing, and keep fighting. Stop letting stories like my Mother and Trevor dominate our airwaves. Embrace true patriotism and acknowledge the deep-rooted fascism that America was founded on. Embrace true patriotism and care for your neighbor, care for the stranger living halfway across the country who sits at their kitchen table crying at night over piles of medical debt. I implore you to have empathy for your American people, not for the vile CEOs that have already committed massive acts of legally defined domestic terrorism.

[apeekintothepantry]

Meet Violet Fielding, my original historical character from 1918 Boston!

I've been doing some workshopping with my custom historical characters because I've been a little bored with AG's historical offerings of late, and because it's a fun excuse to dig into moments in time that interest me personally, but AG probably wouldn't produce a similar character themselves. (I say that, but my 1940's Hawaii character predates Nanea, so who knows! Maybe I'm manifesting some future stuff I can borrow for my gals.)

Violet is the youngest of three siblings. Her older sister Alice is in her early 20's and either a nurse or a Hello Girl, leaning towards nursing because I'm not sure I want her to go overseas and she could work at a hospital in Boston during the war. Her older brother James is 19 and enlists in the Marines once the US enters World War I. I think by Violet Saves the Day, he's returned home dealing with quite a bit of "shellshock" and that becomes a somewhat major theme.

Her parents are pretty wealthy, and the family lives in a brownstone on Beacon Hill in Boston. Her dad is a doctor and mom is a suffragist who also gets involved in causes supporting the war effort. Both parents are very supportive of their kids following their passions and getting themselves out there in this still relatively new century, which is why Alice has been allowed to go to school instead of immediately marrying some wealthy guy.

Vi herself is a precocious and creative kid. I think she likes to draw and paint and generally be crafty and creative, which comes in handy when brainstorming ways she can support her brother overseas and the war effort more broadly. While she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, she does like typically girly things like having teatime and looking at catalogs filled with new dresses. Her book series would theoretically cover 1917 through 1919 or so, and touch on the war, Women's Suffrage, the Spanish Flu, shellshock, and possibly the Boston Molasses Disaster.

Currently I'm trying to come up with a best friend character for her, as she really needs a Nellie or Ruthie in her life with the age difference and both siblings being off doing exciting and scary things without her. There are a lot of different directions I could go in with said friend - fellow wealthy-ish kid feels boring, Boston had a lot of new immigrant communities in the 1910's, some of whom did live in a specific part of Beacon Hill, Boston historically struggles with insidious covert racism but was still a city with a number of prominent Black and Jewish communities - and nothing's quite clicked as perfect just yet.

Violet is a Marie-Grace doll with a Nanea wig. Someone was selling her on a Facebook group a few years ago and I immediately felt like she was a Violet and needed to join my crew. Her last name was inspired by Lady Dorothie Fielding, a British woman who drove an ambulance during WWI and received several awards for bravery and service. Fielding's letters home were published after her death and are a really fascinating look at what it was like on the front lines doing this incredibly dangerous and important work. I used it as a major primary source for an educational interactive I helped develop in one of my previous jobs.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kurt Eichenwald at The Threats Within:

In the latest episode of Seriously, Is This Real Life?, businessman and Shark Tank star Kevin O’Leary has revealed that President-elect Donald Trump isn’t just fantasizing about turning Canada into America’s 51st state—he’s actually hosting discussions about it at Mar-a-Lago. Yes, while most people might spend their time planning sensible policies or staffing a competent cabinet, Trump is apparently doodling maple leaves on “Make Canada American, Eh?” baseball caps and strategizing annexation over shrimp cocktails. Trump singing the praises for his idea (of course) on his puttering Twitter rip-off, Truth Social (of course again): “If Canada merged with the U.S., there would be no Tariffs, taxes would go way down, and they would be TOTALLY SECURE from the threat of the Russian and Chinese Ships that are constantly surrounding them.” Because clearly, Canadians are lying awake at night, trembling in fear of rogue fishing boats and theoretical invasions. Let’s be clear: this isn’t diplomacy. It’s the political equivalent of showing up uninvited to your neighbor’s barbecue, demanding their beer fridge, and explaining it’s for their own good. Trump’s pitch is less about partnership and more about a hostile corporate takeover, with all the charm of a bad infomercial. And it’s safe to say Canadians, who already politely endure their proximity to the U.S., are not clamoring for an upgrade to full membership in Trump’s America. Starting off - health care. Canadians may grumble about wait times, but they’d take their universal system over America’s medical Hunger Games any day. A recent poll found that 86.2% of Canadians support strengthening public healthcare instead of expanding for-profit services. Trump’s version of “freedom” might involve a $10,000 ambulance ride, but Canadians prefer their version, which lets them hit the slopes without worrying about whether a broken leg will also break the bank. Sorry, Donald, but paying $300 for an Advil isn’t exactly what they’d call “great again.”

And let’s talk about social progress, a subject that would likely give Trump and his base a collective nosebleed. Canada legalized gay marriage way back in 2005, leaving the U.S. scrambling to catch up a full decade later. And in 2017, the Canadian Human Rights Act was updated to protect gender identity and gender expression, making Canada a global leader in LGBTQ+ rights. Canadians support protecting transgender people in housing, employment, and public spaces, while Trump’s crowd throws around the term “groomer” like it’s a national sport. The idea of merging these two wildly different value systems is as absurd as serving poutine with ketchup instead of gravy—an insult to both sides.

Of course, don’t forget the gun thing. Trump’s America treats guns like a sacred birthright, while Canadians approach firearms with the kind of cautious distance usually reserved for overly friendly raccoons. The U.S. has more guns than people; Canada regulates them with a level of care that would make even Switzerland blush. Canadians aren’t about to give up their relatively low gun violence rates to adopt a system where a trip to Walmart can involve dodging an active shooter.

There’s also the cultural chasm that is Trump-style politics, which would leave Canadians feeling like they’ve stepped out of the library into a WWE wrestling match. Canadian politics may be dull by comparison, but that’s kind of the point. Canadians are happy to settle disputes over coffee and donuts, not angry tweet storms and “Stop the Steal” rallies. Watching Trump declare “CANADA IS A DISASTER, I’LL FIX IT!” would likely send Canadians scrambling for the border—just not in the direction he’s hoping for. And guns—oh, the guns. America has more firearms than people, and Trump seems to think that’s a feature, not a bug. Canadians, on the other hand, treat guns with the same wary respect they reserve for grizzly bears: necessary in some situations, but not something you invite into your home for fun. The idea of adopting the U.S.’s trigger-happy culture would likely send Canadians running—not walking—to the border.

Being apart from the US is the whole raison d’être of Canada’s being, and almost nobody in that nation would want Canada to be dragged into the USA.

[aetheros]

There's a post going around post-election claiming that crisis lines will call police on you immediately and by default, and this person is responding to correction with hostility from an anti-therapy lens, creating fear and disillusionment.

I am a crisis responder (volunteer), and I'd like to clear things up. I'm in Canada, so I can't definitively speak on US crisis lines, but I can speak on Canadian ones.

Some safe crisis lines to contact are at the bottom of this post. TL;DR: We do not call police on people in crisis. We might call EMS.

1. We do not call police on you. If you say you're feeling suicidal, you are put at the front of the queue and given priority status & high risk status. We risk assess, learn about your situation, and then work together on bringing you down from your crisis to ensure you can keep yourself safe for at least 24 hours. We may contact paramedics/an ambulance if you inform us you have attempted suicide, or plan to within the next 24 hours. Not police. You can decline this at your own expense. If they are called, we stay on the line with you until they arrive.

We are legally required to risk assess everyone, and contact emergency services only if you inform us you've self-harmed more than intended, just attempted to end your life, or plan to within 24 hours. You can't seriously expect someone to sit by and do nothing upon telling them you just attempted -- everyone on earth would try to help you unless they're an inhumane monster.

A crisis line is NOT a wellness check. It's a safe, confidential, anonymous space for you to vent and get help (if you want it). Where I work, the only time police can be contacted (or you can be reported, rather) is if you admit to a crime. Being suicidal is not a crime. (CPS/APS can also be contacted on your behalf if you're being abused and under 19 or over 60, but you can decline this as well.)

2. Our job is to bring you to a calmer, safer state by listening with empathy, brainstorming coping skills (+safety plans) with you, and providing resources/links/websites for you to access after the conversation ends.

3. You can text crisis lines for more than suicidal thoughts, ideation, and attempts. You can talk about anything. You can vent and leave without a safety plan. It's what you're comfortable with.

4. You can end the conversation at any point. You are never forced into anything. You can close the web chat, reply STOP, or hang up at any time, or let us know you'd like to end the conversation and we can end it for you. _____________________________________

KidsHelpPhone Text CONNECT to 686868 Start web-chat [x]

- Free Canadian EN/FR crisis support - ALL ages - Text & web accessible - Professional counsellor chat/call [x] - Resources near you to explore yourself [x] - You can request a specific identity volunteer (BIPOC, queer, experience with [xyz] condition, etc.) - Partnered with 988 (Suicide Hotline)

Good2Talk Text GOOD2TALKON (ON) or GOOD2TALKNS (NS) to 686868 Dial 1-866-925-5454 (ON) or 1-833-292-3698 (NS)

- Free Canadian text support - Post-secondary students (18+) - Text, phone call & web accessible

988 | Suicide Crisis Helpline Text or dial 988

- Free US/Canada suicide/crisis support - ALL ages - Text & phone call accessible - Partnered with KHP

Crisis Text Line Text HOME to 741741

-Free US suicide/crisis support - ALL ages - Text, web & WhatsApp accessible - Partnered with KHP

Furthermore, I have my own mental illness and trauma, chronic illness, and my own bad experiences (including negligence, gaslighting, and bigotry) with therapy and doctors among many others in life. It took me 11 years to find a therapist and form of therapy that works for me. I volunteer as a CR because I don't want other people to suffer alone like I did. Crisis lines exist for you and for your wellbeing. They aren't some secretly evil corporation out to get you. I encourage you to fact-check. I'm telling you what I know as someone who has been on both sides of a crisis line. Take care of yourselves. ♥

[scotianostra]

The leading Scottish suffragette, Evelina Haverfield, was born at Inverlochy Castle on August 9th 1867.

Evelina’s birth is recorded as ‘Honourable Evilena Scarlett’, she took the name Haverfield from her husband. Her childhood was divided between London and the Inverlochy estate. In 1880 she went to school in Dusseldorf, Germany, after which she married Major Henry Haverfield at the age of 19., who was 20 years her senior. The marriage is said to have been a happy one they had two sons together, The Major however died in 1896. Evelina married again two years later, a another military man, Major John Blaguy. This was not a happy union and after some time they drifted apart. The rest of her life was informed by devotion to a cause.

She became an enthusiastic supporter of the suffragette movement and was arrested during suffragette demonstrations in London for hitting an escorting police officer. Her only regret was not hitting him hard enough, promising to bring a revolver next time. During that heady time she met Vera Holme. Their companionship was to last the rest of her days.

At the outbreak of the First World War the suffragettes supported the war effort by founding a Women’s Voluntary Emergency Corps and a Women’s Voluntary Reserve Ambulance Corps. Evelina became commandant in chief of the latter, looking, it was said, every inch a soldier in her khaki uniform, although she later left after a disagreement of an undisclosed nature.

Evelina joined the Scottish Women’s Hospitals and devoted the next two years to overseas service with them. She served in Serbia with Elsie Inglis, as a hospital administrator and was part of a small group taken prisoner when the armies of the Central Powers overran Serbia in October and November 1915.

Under appalling conditions of poverty and military oppression, Evelina and those with her, struggled heroically through the winter to provide food and basic care for their wounded Serbian patients and some of the local civilian population. In the spring of 1916, Evelina and the other 'Scottish Women’ were released through the International Red Cross and returned to England.

In August 1916 Evelina went to Romania in charge of 18 ambulance and transport vehicles as part of two units of the Scottish Women’s Hospitals. These units were in support of Serbian soldiers fighting on the eastern Allied front. The stronger enemy invading armies drove the Russian, Romanian, and Serbian defenders out of southern Romania and north of the Danube river delta.

During this two-month retreat by the Allied forces, Evelina and the transport drivers were working non-stop under constant enemy fire, in desperate situations, while rescuing wounded soldiers and driving them to safety.

By early 1917, with the fighting on the eastern front over, and unable to return to Serbia because of the enemy occupation there, Evelina returned to England, where she remained until after the Armistice of November 1918. In England she raised money for clothing and canteens for Serbian soldiers, gave public speeches on behalf of Serbian relief, and helped to found a Serbian Red Cross Society in Britain.

After the Armistice she returned to Serbia to supervise the distribution of much needed food, clothing, and medical supplies. When this was done, in 1919, she made plans to found a home for Serbian war orphans in a Serbian mountain village. It was there, in Baijna Bashta, that she contracted pneumonia, probably brought on by overwork and fatigue, and died prematurely at the age of 52, revered and honoured by the Serbs for her five years of humanitarian work on their behalf. The Serbs issued a stamp commemorating this remarkable women in 2015, a woman few Scots have even heard of…….

Buried in Serbia today, Evelina’s gravestone reads:

‘Hear lies the body of the honourable Evelina Haverfield youngest daughter of William Scarlett 3rd Baron Abinger and of Helen ne Magruder his wife of Inverloky Castle Fort William Scotland who finished her work in Bajina Bashta March 21st 1920 through the war 1914-1920 She worked for the Serbian people with untiring zeal. A straight fighter as traight rider and a most loyal friend. R.I.P’

In 2015 Evalina was one of five Scottish women and one English women, who worked as doctors, nurses and drivers honoured on a series of stamps in Serbia, the others were Dr Elsie Inglis a campaigner for women's suffrage and the founder of the Scottish Women Hospitals in Serbia. Dr Inglis was one of the first female graduates at the University of Edinburgh.

Dr Elizabeth Ross, one of the first women to obtain a medical degree at the University of Glasgow. She travelled to Serbia as a volunteer and tragically passed away during the typhoid epidemic in 1915.

Dr Katherine MacPhail OBE, involved in humanitarian work in Serbia throughout WW1. She is remembered for opening the first paediatric ward in Belgrade in 1921.

Dr Isabel Emslie Galloway Hutton who joined the Scottish Women Hospitals as a volunteer in 1915 after she was turned away by the War Office in London. She served in France, Greece and Serbia until 1920.

The sixth was English woman, Captain Flora Sandes, who was the only known British female to bear arms during WW1.

This may have been seen as a great adventure for many, but as with all wars there was a price to pay, some of the women ended in desperate tragedy. A total of 21 died in Serbia, many after falling ill with suspected typhus.

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(Washington, DC, March 19, 2024) – The Biden administration should follow US law and immediately suspend arms transfers to Israel, Human Rights Watch and Oxfam said today. The organizations on March 19, 2024 submitted a joint memorandum to the US government regarding Israel’s violations of international humanitarian law including with US weapons and the blocking of US-funded humanitarian assistance.

“There are good reasons why US law prohibits arms support for governments that block life-saving aid or violate international law with US weapons,” said Sarah Yager, Washington director at Human Rights Watch. “Given ongoing hostilities in Gaza, the Israeli government’s assurances to the Biden administration that it is meeting US legal requirements are not credible.”

The Oxfam-Human Rights Watch memorandum summarizes a wide range of Israeli violations of international humanitarian law, deprivation of services critical to the survival of the civilian population, and arbitrary denial and restrictions of humanitarian aid since the Hamas-led attacks on Israel on October 7, 2023. Examples include:

Use of US-supplied white phosphorus in military operations in Lebanon and Gaza in October;

Indiscriminate or disproportionate strikes on or near several major hospitals between October 7 and November 7, as well as a strike on a marked ambulance that reportedly killed 15 people and injured 60;

Systematic blocking of assistance, including aid substantially provided by the US, from reaching about 300,000 Palestinians remaining in northern Gaza;

The bombardment and significant destruction of Oxfam and partner organizations’ water infrastructure, rendering much of it inoperable. (Human Rights Watch)

Oxfam and Human Rights Watch said in their memorandum that they “are confident that the examples we cite here reflect a broader pattern of conduct than is currently being assessed by the US Government.”

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Had one of the worst meltdowns of my life last night. According to my wife it was about 3 hours long but I have no ability to corroborate that.

Brought on by exhaustion and chronic pain.

I was super not okay and am still super not okay. I didn’t want to like, go to the hospital or anything, especially since I’m the only one who can drive and I wasn’t about to call an ambulance. And then like, what would they even do? Worst case scenario they lock me in inpatient and best case scenario I’m having a meltdown in a very public emergency room instead of my bed.

Its so frustrating cuz like I CAN hold down a job and go to grad school at the same time but only if someone else takes care of literally everything else and its just my wife and I in here so it ends up being her and she works full time too. I can barely take care of myself. If I lived alone I wouldn’t be functional.

And you know what? Theres no supports in place it turns out. We can’t like, use insurance to get someone to come help us clean and cook. I can’t take as much time as I need away whenever I need it. So the meltdowns keep happening and they hurt me and they hurt her.

And there isn’t anything I can do about because I’m “high functioning” and wouldn’t qualify for disability and even if I did qualify for disability we wouldn’t be able to have a life with the maybe 1000 bucks I could get a month and the restrictions on how much you can have in your bank accounts being below poverty level.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like a massive burden and people will say I’m not but I know that I am.

Also got approved for a stimulant based medication for my ADHD but no one has any left and I can’t advocate for myself in customer service situations so I can’t go try to argue with the pharmacy and on top of that my insurance is being a little shit about it. My non-stimulant med stopped working weeks ago (which happens every time) which is WHY I was approved for stimulants with my psychiatrist who is a medical doctor and knows what the fuck she’s talking about.

And the pain is terrible. Every night I spend hours just trying to get comfortable and pain free enough (cuz it’s never total comfort or totally pain free) to fall asleep. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in so long I can’t even remember the last time I had one.

So I’m exhausted, in pain, trying to balance grad school, full time work, taking care of myself, having a social life, and independent living and no one can help me. Theres nothing in place to help me.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t keep going like this. I can’t do it.