#medical intern

[r-ene]

07.14.24

— life lately

let go of my long hair and dyed my hair again bc its high time for a change (kidding) and i have a pictorial for a department event soon, so, yk

my camera roll's filled with ventilators from high flow machines to baby vents to hamiltons bc it became a habit for me not to only write the changes in vent settings anymore but also take a photo of the current settings the time i did rounds (8am rounds, 12nn rounds)

there's so much i've learned these 5 months in my first clinical rotation and i can't wait to share more about it soon 🤗

[heardatmedschool]

“She brought something to take notes in! That’s adorable.”

Resident about new intern.

[mensuited]

[study-ela]

11.05.2024

Sorry for not postín has much anymore, I’ve been so busy this last year.

[thedaughterofdionysus]

I need someone to talk to about feeling like a total loser in your big girl doctor job.

I started studying again so when I start I dont feel useless and have a mental breakdown.

But at the back of my head there is this voice telling me:

- I dont want to deal with this job and the responsibility that comes with it.

I didnt even start working....

[gearbroth]

Spychecking?

[medical-angel]

Plot twist for all the "I'd kill myself if I was as disabled as you" crowd:

If you were in my position, you wouldn't BE spending all day in bed. You'd be abusing your body by forcing yourself to work a job and just "tough it out" when you make yourself sicker. If you had to put up with the level of medical abuse that I do, you'd just swear off the medical field entirely and claim "big pharma" is good for nothing and only wants your money and to keep people sick.

No one actually tells you to stay in bed and rest when you're disabled. Overcoming internalized ableism comes in many phases, one of which is making the radical decision to stay in bed and rest if you're disabled.

You wouldn't kill yourself if you were me, because with your attitude, you could never BE me, and that's really fucking pathetic.

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[fairuzfan]

[workersolidarity]

🇵🇸 🚨

DEATH'S SCENT FILLS THE AIR AROUND AL-SHIFA MEDICAL COMPLEX IN GAZA CITY

📹 As the scent of death fills the air around Al-Shifa Medical Complex, located in the Al-Rimal neighborhood of Gaza City, an elderly Palestinian woman searches for her missing sons.

The elderly woman laments the destruction of her home, along with her persistent thirst and hunger, which she says hasn't been sated in many days.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[fallbabylon]

Model depicting internal organs for medical study (1700's)- Science museum, London

[r-ene]

07.13.24

On my day off before my last week in my first hospital rotation (extended from 3 months to 5 months) and your RT intern's patient for today?

Me :)

Over fatigued + upper respiratory tract infection + day 1 of period

Kudos to my body for scheduling it breakdown on my day off

Also, it's flu season again + consistent pneumonia season + lurking covid here and there, please do take care of yourselves, esp 🫁

[nemfrog]

Internal organs. Library of health. 1921.

Internet Archive

[a-library-of-old]

Daisuke and Anya bonding over both being trans, Anya more so in a way of not caring about gender at all while Dai is used to his less then supporting family now unsure what to do to pass on the ship. Anya teaching him tips and tricks she'd picked up along her own gender discovery, the first person Daisuke told on the ship. The coming out he'd have with Swansea tearing up as he told the older man just to be met with the support he should've known would come. Swansea not batting a eye and simply asking for his wrench because sure he's older and doesn't fully get it but it makes Daisuke happy so hes happy. Swansea who sees Daisuke as another child of his to teach and nurition and Daisuke who needs that kind of love so badly, used to his fathers love which was given in gifts and not with much else. Jimmy and Curly who never knew, Jimmy never questioning it either, Curly who never connected the dots, not being told until after the crash. Daisuke simply telling him during a time Dais was watching Curly while Anya was taking a break, Dais who said it was a smile insisting even if he doesnt know if Curly his captian accpeted him or not and insisted it was okay because at least he wouldnt be told Curly didnt accept him. A Curly as cruel as Jimmy who'd misgender him and demean him the same way Jimmy only ever called Anya a girl. It was just another way Curly knew he'd failed his crew, Anya and now Daisuke too, maybe even Swansea if the older man would tell him now that he couldn't ask. All people he failed to keep the peace and appease his 'friend' Jimmy. Just trans masc Daisuke man.

[study-ela]

Fist week and a half of being an intern in a public hospital in Mexico.

[machiattostudy]

Samedi 11 février 2023 

Hello there how are you doing ? 

4 months left until graduation. 4 months before becoming a doctor :)) Life is rough and exhausting. Everyone is so stressed out and suspicious since they aren’t enough places for all of the students. I might chose internal medicine. 

I try to stay out of this toxic environnement. I hate competition. 

I hope you guys are doing good. May we all be walking safely and peacefully towards our goals. 

Take care.