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Online Training Session on CRS Portal Upgrade Held in Jamshedpur
Officials Discuss Upgraded CRS Portal for Birth and Death Registration An online training session, chaired by District Magistrate cum Deputy Commissioner Ananya Mittal, focused on the CRS portal’s upgradation for birth and death registration. JAMSHEDPUR – Ananya Mittal, the District Magistrate cum Deputy Commissioner, led a one-day online training session to discuss the upgradation of the CRS…
#Ananya Mittal#जनजीव��#birth and death registration#CRS portal upgrade#fraud prevention#government documentation#Jamshedpur training session#late fee structure#Life#medical certification#online certificate issuance#Revised Act 2023
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Your Step-by-Step Guide to Becoming a Medical Assistant
Are you looking for a career in the healthcare field? Becoming a medical assistant can be an excellent choice for you. Medical assistants are in high demand and are essential members of healthcare teams. They perform various duties, from patient care to administrative tasks, making them a crucial component of any healthcare setting. If this sounds like a career path you want to pursue, here is…
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(Warnings for this chapter are at the bottom of the page to keep from giving away spoilers.)
CHAPTER 8 - Deceptive Answers
Don cringed as he thoroughly sprayed down the empty trash bin, acting as if the fragrant, lavender scent would banish the acrid stench back to the pits of hades from whence it came. After the third round of air freshener, he slowly backed away from the bin with a cautious frown.
He proceeded to spray it down four more times.
Why did it have to be vomit…
As he walked to the kitchen sink he gently pulled off his latex gloves, neatly folding and placing them on the counter as he began to run the tap. After years of learning about germs and how to abolish them, he knew well that it didn’t matter if you washed them with hot or cold water. But even with this knowledge, it still brought him a slight ping of delusional comfort envisioning the hot temp burning the germs right off his hands.
That’s definitely normal.
He didn’t care all that much for the gooey sensation of the soap when it first puddles in his palms, but with a few quick scrubs, the sticky texture expanded into soft peaks of foam. The warm water mixed with the luscious suds did wonders for his dry hands. Thanks to the colder weather beginning to creep into the city, his home’s air had been stripped of its moisture. As a result, the skin of his hands and ankles cracked like the barren grounds of a scalding desert.
In other words ew.
With the last stage of washing his hands complete, drying them and folding the washcloth over the railing near the sink, Don began the trek back to his office. As he neared the doorway of the brothers’ bedroom, he paused.
Just move quickly. No big deal. Just ‘ninja’ your way around. Get to your office without attracting any unnecessary attention. Orrrr getting involved in any more emotional drama… Easy.
With a quick inhale, and his face tightened with concentration, he slowly took one silent step after the next, continuing his way down the hall past the bedroom. As he crept, little pieces of whispered conversation fluttered past his ears.
“...Lotus, what are you talking about?”
Don instantly recognized the soothing tones of his oldest brother.
“You are free. You made it out. We saved you. Shhhh, it’s alright.”
Don’s brows creased together as he paused to figure out what had happened to spark such concerned words from Leo. Going by what he said, the eldest wasn’t referring to Lotus being sick. The word “free” especially intrigued him. He continued to stand frozen as he leaned closer to the doorway, his curiosity now overriding the mission to get to his office.
“N-no… No, They…They’ll never go away…” A small voice cried in muffled whimpers.
Don’s mind began to process Lotus’ words one at a time; Every vowel and every fluctuation were filed into neat shelves in his brain.
Who’s “they”? Going by how we found her, she must be referring to the scientists at the lab, right? But what does that have to do with her being sick? Did those physician abominations give her something to make her ill?
“Who, Lotus? Who won’t go away?” Leo gently whispered over Lotus’ smothered sniffles.
Don leaned closer. No verbal answer was given to Leo’s question, the silence only being filled by the frantic shuffles of sheets being pulled back and forth.
“I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it. I c-can’t.” Lotus pleaded as her voice continued to crack and splinter under the weight of whatever was haunting her mind. “I just c-can’t.”
Don’s posture physically slumped as he listened to the fear-stricken shivers of Lotus’ voice. The way her words jittered and broke in shards sounded all too familiar to him. She was so scared, but there wasn’t anything physically present that would make her react that way.
That left whatever was plaguing her to be something lurking deeper. Don couldn’t help the defensive snarl that escaped his teeth.
It has to be nightmares… That’s the most reasonable explanation for such behavior.
He knew that well, being reminded every night of the horrors he and his twin were forced through. Even though they were home. Even though they were safe. Even though it made no sense that the past has such power over the present.
And now he sees he’s not the only one.
How long was she there?... How long did she live under the microscope of Specter’s prying eyes?
Don failed to suppress a shudder through his body as he was forcefully pushed into his own memories of the nightmare laboratory. His hands instinctively rose to cling to his shoulders, rubbing them down in an attempt at comfort. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, willing his mind to forget all those horrific memories that plagued him, but it was all for naught.
His twin’s screams echoed in a terrible chorus that consumed all his thoughts.
A sickly, neon green glowed through the barrel of a syringe.
His chained wrists ached and burned from being yanked through long corridors.
His terrified face looked back at him through the reflective surface of dark-tinted lenses.
His body shook violently as an electrode was pressed into the left side of his head.
His vision erupted in white static when the nurse pressed the button.
NO! STOP IT- NOW!
IT’S OVER. STOP LETTING THIS GET TO YOU.
IT’S OVER.
Don gulped down the dread and anxiety clogging his throat, burying it deeper into the places of his heart he dared never to go. The chill of his memories forced another shudder to claw its way up his spine, leaving him gripping tightly to his arms and shaking his head. His legs shivered and buckled underneath him as if the weight of his memories added to his physical mass.
It’s over. That’s enough.
Don leaned and used the wall to stabilize himself, relying on the firm surface to steady his rampant thoughts as well as his shuddering body.
Just move. One foot in front of the other.
With a withered sigh, he pushed off the wall and continued walking, blocking out the rest of the hushed conversations escaping the bedroom.
I can’t deal with that right now. I just can’t.
Leo’s got it. He can handle it.
With his mind completely focused on simply reaching his office, he didn’t even attempt to sneak past the bedroom. It didn’t matter if they saw him, anyway. This was one of those pesky things that he just… couldn’t fix.
So why try when it’s a waste of time? When there are others who are far more equipped for such a task?
Soon after, he finally reached his office, carefully closing the door behind him as he walked toward his desk. With a sigh, Don flopped onto his computer chair, causing a quiet squeak to fill the compact room. He leaned into the firm cushion of his chair as the whispered hum of the computer filled his ears. For a moment, just a small moment, Don took the second of mental silence to look around his room.
His gaze immediately rose to the high school certificate hung proudly on the wall closest to his desk. He remembered how excited he was to have such an accomplishment under his belt at the young age of sixteen, rubbing it in Raph’s face with a smug grin. His twin nearly shattered the frame before Leo and Splinter intervened.
So much has changed.
As his eyes began to wander again, he suddenly caught sight of a small, blue sticky note left underneath the frame of his certificate. Don leaned and squinted his eyes as he read,“Please remember to drink! -Leo”.
A cozy warmth filled Don looking at the note left there by his brother. It embraced his heart and settled his mind, leaving the faint feeling of a grin growing on his face. Don turned to his desk and took a good swig from the glass of water left there since that afternoon.
His eyes continued to wander, soon catching sight of his calendar and notes posted on the wall near his door. He again squinted his eyes, and even fixed and cleaned his glasses, but that all proved to be useless. He still couldn’t read very well, and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
With an annoyed growl, Don scooted and rolled his chair closer to the wall. He would have to figure out his sight problem some other time, no matter how many sparks of dread began to pop in his stomach at the thought of his vision once again failing him.
Shaking his head to repel any more worthless memories from entering, he once again gazed at the notes neatly stacked on the wall. Most of them were just phone numbers of the “co-workers” from his job.
But then he finally saw his calendar. And the warmth that once thrived inside him vanished instantaneously.
Leo’s words echoed back to him as he began looking over the wrong amount of days crossed out, reminding him just how much time he had lost.
“Eighteen days.”
For eighteen days he didn’t help his family.
For eighteen days he didn’t keep up with the repairs of his home.
For eighteen days he didn’t show up to work.
For eighteen days his family tirelessly searched for him.
For eighteen days you failed them. Weeks of worry, dread, and longing plagued your family all because of your absence. Did they even have fresh food this whole time? Did they have to resort to drastic measures? Did they have heat? Did any of them sleep?
Don crushed his head under the clutches of his tightening fingers.
How much pain did he inflict on his family all because of his carelessness?
Don hunched over in his chair, pulling his legs up to his plastron and pressed his head onto his knee caps. He squeezed tighter and tighter until it hurt.
How could I let this happen?
Why did You put me in this family if You knew I would FAIL THEM?
He pressed his head further into his knees. His arms clung tighter around his legs. His lungs begged for oxygen that he couldn’t supply.
“Why?...” He whispered brokenly.
Just at the moment he felt his head would burst from the pent up energy and pressure, a soft *ding* sounded from his monitor. He couldn’t recall what he had been processing on his desktop, so he slowly lifted his head from his knees, gazing over to his computer as he dropped his feet back to the floor.
Then it clicked in his brain, and he shot his legs out to propel himself off the wall to his desk. After slamming his hands against the ridge to keep from crashing into the small table, he took a millisecond to gather his completely shattered mental state so he could focus on the task at hand.
This was something he could fix.
His fingers comfortably found their rhythm clacking on the keyboard as he finally opened the files coded into Lotus’ implant. He was surprised to see so many, at least a hundred or so lined up in neat rows. Each one was labeled similarly, with the title “SUBJECT 19- PROCEDURE #”.
As curious as he was to begin looking deeper into those files, one in particular caught his eye, labeled two simple words:
“SUBJECT INFO”
That should be promising.~
With his mind made up, Don swerved his mouse and clicked. The file opened to reveal many different types of documents: Blood types, heartbeat readings, and many more medical related data.
If Don weren’t so disgusted by what these felons had done, he would actually be quite impressed with how well organized all the information was.
He pushed that feeling aside as he continued scrolling.
“MEDICAL HISTORY”...
“DIAGNOSES”...
“TREATMENT PLANS”...
Holy French Toast there’s SO MUCH… I’m gonna need weeks just to go through this all!
“MEDICATIONS”...
“TEST RESULTS”...
“PROGRESS NOTES”...
Down, down, he continued searching through them, just trying to find the end of the treasure trove of knowledge about his family’s new guest.
“IMAGING AND DIAGNOSTIC REPORTS”...
“IMMUNIZATION RECORDS”...
And then his cursor finally stopped. And at the very bottom of the list lied what he was searching for:
“VITAL RECORDS”
There you are.
Don clicked the file as he hunched closer to his monitor, the feelings of anticipation and dread filling him as he wondered what he was going to find. Lotus would finally get some semblance of answers about her past now. And from what he’d seen of the wounded girl, he knew she needed some good news.
The first document to pop up on his screen was a newspaper clipping.
What?
The article showcased some kind of vehicle, flipped over and ablaze on the side of a dirt-paved road. All the dates on the paper were crossed out, as well as the last names of anyone involved. The cover read in bold letters,
“FAMILY OF FIVE KILLED IN UNFORTUNATE CRASH”
Don’s head cocked in utter confusion as he began reading through the article. He began clicking his tongue as all his concentration zeroed in on every word of the story before him.
Somehow this connected to Lotus. And he was going to find out how.
The article stated that during a particularly rainy, spring night, a family of five, (husband, wife, and three children), slid off the road and flipped their car over. When help finally arrived, as well as the Press, the car was being swallowed by unrelenting flames. Only two bodies were retrieved, that of the husband and wife. Their names were Frederick and Jess, but their last name was crossed out.
All that was left of their two toddlers and baby were scorched car seats.
Don backed away from his monitor in horror, covering his eyes with his hand and sliding it down to his chin. The images of the husband and wife’s bodies hidden under sheets made his stomach tighten with sorrow. He squirmed in his seat, both guilty and grateful that he had never seen or heard anything about this tragedy.
All it took… was one thing to go wrong.
… And then… everything was gone. Everything. That poor family…
The rest of the article continued on to review the woe of their family’s relatives, as well as the following funeral that would occur at a later date. (A later date that was meticulously scratched out to be indecipherable.)
Why is this in her records?...
After finishing reading through the article, he moved on to the next document in the file:
A birth certificate.
Don muttered an annoyed growl as he noticed that this document had been thoroughly crossed out too, with the only things left reading:
Alexis?... Is that Lotus’ birth name?... But… this is an official document by the State of New York-
A human certificate.
Don’s brain whirled all this new information around his mind like an indecisive tornado. Nothing was making sense. No puzzle pieces were lining up. How could he be given so much information and none of it is useful?!? Here he thought those psychos with medical degrees were organized and thorough in their research- Here he thought he was finally given a buffet of answers ready to be feasted upon at a moment’s notice. How wrong he was to think this would be easy.
If he’s learned anything in his sixteen years of being a teenage mutant ninja turtle, it was the fact that easy never seemed to be an option.
His shoulders fell as he let out a sigh filled with disappointment. None of this would make Lotus feel better… If anything, it could make things worse.
If these documents are true…
Don pushed away from his desk, dropping his head onto the rim of his chair as the weight of the answers given to him pressed further into his mind. His chest ached and his head spun with the implications of the documents.
Was Lotus born as an actual human?
Did she truly once have a family?
And how did the newspaper article connect to this?
Was she in that crash? Did she escape the fire?
Instead of clicking into place and revealing the steadfast truth, all that these answers had done was scatter the pieces of this mystery further apart, deepening the chasm that remained of Lotus’ past.
That's it for this chapter!! And now all of you get to really see the base mystery of my story. :) Hopefully these small pieces of the past will help you theorize what you think happened to Lotus and who you think she is. :) I was ECSTATIC to show you all this chapter. I'm honestly quite proud of how it came out, and I am so excited to delve deeper into the mystery of Lotus' past.
Feel free to reblog and share this!
BIG THANK YOU to @poetique823 for helping me and encouraging me through this chapter! Also apologies for uh... breaking you. XD
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To God be the glory!
~ Melissa
(CW- Implied past deaths, trauma, mention of medical trauma!)
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#tmnt#my version of tmnt!!#the strength in weakness#SIW Don#SIW Lotus#SIW Leo#In this story Don is a germaphobe#tw implied past deaths#tw trauma#tw medical trauma#tw flashbacks#This legit broke my editor#SORRY POETTTT <3#The mystery has been revealed~#do y'all understand how HARD IT IS TO DRAW A BIRTH CERTIFICATE#Like GEEZ THEY'RE SO DETAILED
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what are you even supposed to do? when you can't remember your own name?
#hooooohhh boy#five nights at freddy's#fnaf oc#ffps#oc: merlot anderson#art.psd#cw eyestrain#cw medical trauma#cw eye contact#certificate of insanity#fnaf 6
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What in the utter mother loving FUCK
AND THERE'S MORE FROM NIC WILLIAMS THE TERF (and director of fair play for women)
This isn't about women's rights, they're only using that to justify their transphobia. The article's excuse is that these women-only jobs are at domestic violence shelters and rape survivors refuges. I CAN'T THINK OF WHAT GROUP OF PEOPLE THOSE ISSUES OVERWHELMINGLY AFFECT AND ARE BEING DISCRIMINATED AGAINST RIGHT NOW
#this fucking country is being run by transphobes and terfs is what it is#yeah on paper it seems like trans women aren't really affected bc they can get gender recognition certificates#the same gender recognition certificates that require spousal consent a medical diagnosis and years to obtain btw#it's a miserable time to be a trans person in the uk tbh and fucking terrifying#uk politics#rambles#transgender#trans rights
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Night time ramble time. What did I do today? Can't remember. No wait, ordered groceries. I woke up very tired but over the day that went away a bit and I was actually able to write a couple of parts for the Knightstones, I'll need to play with them before I can write anymore.
Also got a part sorted for Glenn, the intro of Henri. Officially on countdown for you meeting the twins as they'll be in his next post, I'm excited. I've got maybe one more part worth of screenshots and am thinking about which coven members we'll meet in game next. Plus I mean brainstorming how to slide in Silver since he's going to be very important.
I have a few Struck By Love posts I need to draft but golly, I'm terrible at cutting down on the cute. I apologize that the pace is much slower than I expected but in my defense I didn't expect Byron to be so cute. Oh that reminds me last night I had a nightmare that like 4 of my moots named baby sims Byron and I had a panic because I already have trouble keeping on top of all the sims called Atlas that appear on my dash, as well as several blonde sims that my face blindness has convinced me are the same sim.
#ramble ramble ramble#faceblindness#my constant nemesis#alongside fatigue#I feel like there's a bunch I've forgotten to do#like tag games#or respond to messages#but I just keep forgetting#have to get up at 6am tomorrow#am not mentally prepared#reminder that I'm on a medical certificate for this fatigue#I always worry people think I'm lazy#not you people#but the irl people
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So I have a job! Ten hour work days, which means less time for art. BUT I'll still try to draw regularly! Honestly I'm just happy to be working soon!
#holly rambles#its at a clinic btw. i am a certified medical assistant#with a cpr certificate. yipee!#so. long work days BUT i get benefits and 401k. also bonuses.
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also my regular GP didnt have any appointments so on top of everything i have to go through the ordeal of Being Fat and Talking to a New Doctor
#im hoping the fact that im very obviously sick with a cold will negate any comments#pls just let him write the medical certificate and let me go
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I’m going back to school and I’m both excited and terrified 😂
#I’m getting my medical assistant certification#the more I think about it the more nervous I’m getting but it should be fine#it’s not a long program at all#but the thought of going back to school is lowkey terrifying me#it’s fine everything is fine 😂
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the running sam campbell joke where he attempts to dox himself only to be stopped by whatever show he's on is really much funnier to me in the context of him also being the guy who refuses to answer questions about his running pace bc that's too personal
#like he just has drawn very clear and extensive boundaries around his personal life which is good! and then also has#a running joke where he tries to share his home address credit card information medical number and or birth certificate#w.me
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Gosh it’s so nice to have a doctor that just cares and listens and doesn’t make everything an ordeal?
I’m so used to having to prepare myself to stand up for myself and what I need and it’s still a shock to have such easy interactions.
#i went for a medical certificate for centrelink#and with any of my previous doctors I would have had to try abd convince them to do it???#except my disgnosing doctor 12 years ago lmao#but this doctor was just like ‘yep too easy let’s do it’#like pls where have you been all my life#my last doctor shut me down every time i mentioned centrelink#whereas this doctor actively encouraged me to go on job seeker until we can sort out everything for disability
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Survived asking my mother about it.
#I have the relevant information I need. That is all.#Lightheaded with a headache... have that sort of Dissociative Lite going on currently.#That is fine.#Most annoying thing to me is trying to get information out of my mother in a simple way I can bulletpoint.#Somewhat feasible chance I may have to approach my useless father (I have one) for my citizenship.#It's a little outrageous that that kind of thing is held hostage by a man who hasn't even read my mother's messages.#I'm polite enough but I really do not think this man will want me to be the one to email him.#I don't actually have any documentation that he is my father. Genuinely my birth certificate on that side is empty.#Ares/Wolfgang Blackwaxidol is a certifiably fatherless entity.#Why this matters is that outside of him graciously handing the information to me—#—the only real way to prove he is my father is a DNA test.#None of that is really important or my first priority at the moment.#I have some medical services to look into and possibly email.#The only thing going for me in this department is that I have documented proof that I was a patient for two years at a gender clinic.#Regardless I divorce my mind from all of this at the moment. My face really hurts.
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horror is my favorite lobotomy patient
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I got super bored, so I drew Kumatora as a nurse
It's been a long while since I added shades into my art, so I decided to practice today
#earthbound#mother 3#earthbound fanart#fanart#mother 3 kumatora#kumatora#i upload it only because i liked the shading#girl doesn't have medical certification#run for your life#lol#sweettooths shenanigans art
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I really hate having to depend on people to get very very important things done
#oh the joys of being disabled and not being able to do thing or having to constantly get help with things#literally have been asking my landlord MONTHS gor paperwork i need from him#and ive been trying to get other paperwork and documents from people that i otherwise should have had#but i was in the hospital and very sick so i dont have these documents and so now im trying to get them but#its just so annoying and im suffering because its affecting my health and people just dont care and im so frustrated#and i also still am not able to drive and i dont have money to get the bus or anything and Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#and im still trying to get like my frivken birth certificate from my mother because she had all this stuff because i was sick#and again in the hospital and when i finally got out and tried to get a grip on all my legal medical stuff#i find out that she just let it all go to waste and she literally told me that she was just waiting for me to get out#so that i can handle it myself when jsncjsncjsjcnccn#THATS WHAT SHE LITERALLY WAS THERE FOR SHE HAD ALL MEDICAL RIGHTS BY ME AND SHE DIDN'T DO IT#and gosh... i just really hope i still qualify for disability because i cant work ive tried to do it and#i literally worked a 9-5 day and the next three days after that i was running a fever and throwing up#i thought it was a one time thing so i tried again and the same thing happened#and i keep fricken trying and it keeps happening and its frustrating my body wont tolerate working#and im stressed because the person coming into presidency doesn't like disabled people and i feel like im just not gonna qualify#i just hope i qualify for the insurance part at least thats what i really really need because yeah just yeah
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crazy that jensen is a famous doctor and author who is HIGHLY regarded in academic spheres and then i sit here and write ab him and his stupid fucking boyfriend all day long
#its like when he becomes a prof and shows up every day in baggy jeans and a hoodie artfully half zipped over a band tee#and this is the guy that redefined how the us medical system needs an overhaul. he has like 3 degrees and a million certificates#why is he here. in a hoodie.#people would KILL to have a conversation w them and he would kill them to avoid it. leave him alone. hes listening to his bf talk ab dnd#jensen valentine
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