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Heavy Rain Causes Waterlogging at MGM Hospital in Jamshedpur
Water enters pediatric ward and laundry, causing inconvenience to doctors, staff, and patients. Heavy rainfall on Friday led to significant waterlogging in various parts of MGM Hospital, the largest government hospital in Kolhan, causing difficulties for doctors, staff, and patients. JAMSHEDPUR – Heavy rains on Friday caused extensive waterlogging at MGM Hospital, the largest government hospital…
#जनजीवन#drainage solution#heavy rain#hospital administration#Hospital Staff#Jamshedpur#Kolhan#Life#MGM Hospital#patient inconvenience#pediatric ward#waterlogging
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Locked up in The Hospital
Nephritis confined me in the hospital during the summer break when I was in the fourth grade living in Kyoto, Japan. Although I didn’t feel so sick, the doctor ordered me to be inactive all the time. Inside a six-bed pediatric ward and a hallway between the nurse station and the hospital kitchen was the allowed portion for me to move around. When I needed to go beyond it, a nurse put me in a…
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#child#fear#girl#horror#hospital#Japan#Japanese#Kyoto#nephritis#nurse station#pediatric Ward#summer break
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"CHILD WARD CHOSEN AS HALIFAX MEMORIAL," Toronto Star. January 20, 1943. Page 11. ---- "Symbol of Civilization's Best Qualities," Ambassador Says ---- New York, Jan. 20-(CP) - Viscount Halifax yesterday chose the Alice in Wonderland pediatric ward of the Jewish hospital of Brooklyn as a memorial room for his second son, Francis Hugh Peter Courtenay Wood, killed in action in Egypt last October.
Lord Halifax described the hospital as symbolic of all the qualities that have made the best of human civilization qualities which, it would appear, there is no use for in Germany today, and for the preservation of which the war is being fought. These are the qualities of mercy, love, kindness and duty."
#new york#brooklyn#viscount halifax#alice in wonderland#pediatric ward#jewish hospital of brooklyn#memorial hospital#world war ii#killed in action#north african campaign#british aristocracy
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aging out of the children’s ward and wanting to go back.
#moodboard#hospital aesthetic#hospitalcore#medcore#medical aesthetic#medicalcore#hospital#nursecore#kidcore#pediatrics#children’s ward#not my photo
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as someone with lifelong chronic illnesses that have bailed me out of some awkward situations in my time, sometimes i feel the need to be like hey universe!!!! listen up!!!! i do NOT want to be rescued from this scenario by getting sick!!!! i mean you know i'll always be grateful for that one time with the midterms, i understand you're trying to be on my side here when you hit the eject button using a whole stick of dynamite, BUT NOT THIS TIME!! I APPRECIATE THE THOUGHT BUT I'M GOOD!!
#I AM NOT REQUESTING EMERGENCY EVACUATION!! I DO NOT WISH TO EJECT FROM THE PLANE!#i know some chronically ill people really can't relate to this. like it is always a 100% bad experience for them to get sick#but i will say i had some conveniently timed hospitalizations when i was a kid#like i wasn't faking. i didn't engineer my blood oxygen level. it was just like the hand of god came down and said#actually this child should not have to go on that field trip with a teacher she doesn't really like#this seems like a good time for seven days in the pediatrics ward#and i was grateful the whole time :)#i have to substitute tomorrow in a room where a bunch of people tested covid positive this week and others refuse to mask#which is whatever but this happening WHILE there are other emotional things in my life makes me want to be clear#the symptoms
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i just noticed this, but you say Cynthia is the number one Akari hype woman? Does Kieran keep the name Akari after hisui or do they go back to using Kieran? Also i just wanted to say i love this au, its so good, i love how you write and explain this stuff <3
Omg thank you so much! I feel like I tend to over explain things to be honest.
Kieran goes by Akari when they get back, they still don't remember their name, though their friends back in Hisui were calling them Kiki as a nickname.
Drayton is the one who is like "Kieran!?" And that's how they learn Akari's real name. Legally though, Kieran is dead. But also i like the idea of Kieran and Carmine being like, their western names, with Suguri and Zeiyu being their legal names. Legally Kieran (Suguri) is now "Akari" but they will go by Kieran as their chosen western name again after getting reintroduced to everyone. Too much paperwork and questions on the legal end of things, it was easier to just roll with their Akari ID and using OG info to get a new birth certificate issued than dealing with legal red tape to reinstate an old social security number.
Kieran does pose and take a photo in front of their own grave though yolo
#ask#not art#legends arceus au#kieran#fun fact kieran was on a bunch of antibiotics and other medications after getting back due to a bunch of injuries#so it was their hisuian zorua transformed to look like them trying to reach the cookie jar Drayton saw#so he literally saw a ghost LOL#kieran was borrowing iris's clothes at the time since they just got there from the pediatric ward in sinnoh#iris LOVES no longer being the baby#arceus asked kieran WHAT IS THOU GENDER and kieran replied yes?#at least iris has better taste in dresses than carmine kieran has 1 fear and it's his older sisters terrible fashion choices#it's thine not thou#sorry arceus
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I know this is from a glorified salt advertisement, but you know what, I did need this today.
#it’s okay that I’m not producing anything#it’s enough to eat a cookie and play a cute video game rn#pots#postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome#chronic illness#I remember when I got diagnosed in 2008#early early diagnosis#I had gone all the way to mayo clinic in february to get diagnosed#I’d been trying to get diagnosed for about a decade in two states by this point#and many of those doctors had told my parents to take me to a therapist not a doctor#bc sometimes teenage girls are just melodramatic#I’d heard it ALL#all the judgment and blame and accusations#and I get to Mayo#they dx me in like an hour#they give me an info sheet#the first line is THIS IS NOT IN YOUR HEAD#and I remember sitting there in the pediatric ward#and just sobbing my eyes out#you have no idea how much I needed to hear that#and I guess the reminder is still nice sometimes
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My HS has been flaring up really bad for the past week, and I'm starting to lose my mind. It's under my arm and any little movement feels like it's tearing open. I wish it would just fucking get on with it and open up. I have my gross medical grade soap the dermatologist prescribed, but it doesn't help the pain at all.
#mine#hs#hidradenitis suppurativa#auto immune disease#chronic illness#the soap is only gross to me#it smells like a pediatric ward#text post
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Her hand slowly falls from his chest once her breathing has returned to normal. “My parents–”
“Are probably worried,” Sabo finishes, not letting her close that train of thought with what she’d asked previously. “We should call them, hm? Let them know where you are.”
She looks away, biting her lip to betray her nerves, and Sabo tries something else.
“You don’t have to talk to them just yet. We can pretend you’re still asleep, if you’d like. That way they get updated and you go home faster.”
She takes the words in and does another cursory look around the room. Then she points to herself. “Who else was in here when I woke up?”
He smiles. “Just me.”
“Then.” She swallows. “Can we pretend I’m still asleep for everyone out there?” She points to the curtain. “Just for a little bit longer?”
Smart girl. If she’s still unconscious, then they still have no one to contact. His smile widens. “Tell you what. If you give me your name, I’ll keep your secret for another hour. Then we’ll call your parents together. Deal?”
“Yeah, okay.” She nods slowly. “It’s Bonney. Bartholomew Bonney.”
“Spell it,” Sabo says, and quickly pens it out on her forms as she does so. “Perfect. Let me check a few more things, Bonney, then I’ll let you get some more rest.”
“Do you have water?” she asks. “My throat is all scratchy.”
That makes sense, considering the tube she’d had down her esophagus during surgery. He confirms and rises to grab the cup he’d filled with ice water earlier, turning the straw in her direction and letting her take the plastic in both hands before releasing it.
“How old are you, Bonney?”
She moves her lips from the straw to answer. “Fifteen!”
Hm. Younger than he’d thought. “Do you know your weight?”
“Forty-three, I think? Mm!” She perks up. “And a hundred and fifty-two centimeters!”
“Very good.” Sabo smiles as he scribbles the numbers in. “Blood type?”
“Oh.” Bonney shakes her head. “I don’t know that one. Mom is type A, if that helps?”
“That’s fine.” He leaves the box blank. “We had you on O when we did your transfusion. Nothing wrong with that if we need another.”
“Transfu-what?” She makes a face. “Is that what this is?” She points to where the needle is embedded in her right wrist.
“Close!” Sabo clicks his pen and leans forward. “You’re on a morphine drip, so that would be an infusion. A blood transfusion is where you get new blood pushed into your veins.”
“Huh.” Her eyes drop, Sabo notices, to his nametag. She mouths it twice before trying to say it aloud. “Anything else, doctor Say-bo?”
“Sah-bo,” he corrects lightly. Bonney flushes and he chuckles, finally leaning back. “I’m not a doctor yet. I’m actually finishing up medical school. This is one of my final rotations.” He sets the clipboard down and puts her water cup to the side when she moves it in his direction. “Let me check your eyes real quick.”
“Huuuh.” Bonney leans back, lost in thought. “Saaaaaaaaabo,” she tries again, drawing the vowel out. “Wait, my eyes? What for?”
“Checking pupil response.” He returns to her side with a light in hand. “I want to walk you through a few things to make sure your brain is working properly.”
Bonney carefully keeps her eyes wide as he shines the light into each, doing her best to hold still. “Did something happen to my head? I don’t remember hitting it or anything.”
Sabo puts the light away and uses her left hand to test some motor skills. “Not physically, in that case. We weren’t sure, so we were being careful. Always good to be cautious.” He clears his throat, trying to think of a simple way to explain the next bit. “When you lose a lot of blood, your body can’t resupply any to your brain as quickly as it can to other areas. Too much blood loss for too long starts to affect how your brain functions, so I just want to make sure things are normal.” He has her do one more thing and then smiles, satisfied. “Which they appear to be.”
“Oh, goodie.” Bonney leans back again with a big sigh, the tension dropping from her shoulders in a comical manner. She sits quietly while Sabo scribbles notes onto her file.
Sabo doesn’t consider the quiet a bad thing until it’s not quiet before, Bonney sniffling behind his back. He looks over his shoulder and stops writing in alarm when he sees fat tears streaming down her face. Her hands are clenched into the thin sheet she’s pulled up to her waist, and her legs are curled up so her knees are even with her neck.
Sabo sets the clipboard down and hurries over. “Does it hurt?” he asks, referring to her side. Her new position leaves her torso straightened out enough to where it shouldn’t really bother her, so he leaves her be instead of trying to uncurl her.
“No,” she chokes. “I just–” She bites back a sob. “I’m so stupid! I don’t know what I’m going to tell my dad.”
Sabo minutely relaxes and does his best not to sigh. He’s not . . . really great at this aspect of patient care. But, well, he’s done alright with her so far. And her hour wasn’t up yet. It wouldn’t be fair for him to grab someone else to better console her after he’d already made her that promise.
He settles heavily on the free space on the cot and tries to think about what Ace would do. Ace had always been better with kids than Sabo. He’d come home from his rotation in pediatrics and talk Sabo’s ear off about how much the staff loved him; meanwhile, that same staff had barely tolerated Sabo during his own rotation in year three. (It was fine, he’d decided after brooding about it for long enough. People had different strengths, and working with young people clearly wasn’t one of his. At least not at this point in his life.)
Sabo isn’t Ace, though, and Ace isn’t here to tell him what to do. He has to figure out what works for him.
“You can always tell me first,” he starts with. “If that makes it easier. I’m bound under oath, so anything you say to me will stay between us.” A little white lie won’t hurt. Not if it earns her trust, anyway.
Bonney looks conflicted about this prospect. She’s still crying, quiet hiccups shaking her form. But she’s looking at him like she’s thinking over the offer. Her arms move up to wrap around her knees. She winces when the movement pulls at her side.
“I won’t think you’re stupid, no matter what happened,” he tries, lowering his voice to try and be softer. “I’m just here to help, remember? Maybe telling someone will be good for you, too.”
Bonney’s head drops to her knees in defeat. She nods, the motion pulling at her hair. “Okay.”
Sabo wants to take her legs and jerk them so they’re straight, if only to fix her posture so she’s not aggravating her wound. He resists, though, not wanting to risk her retreating into her shell. Instead he sits there calmly, hands in lap, waiting for Bonney to pick her head up and start her story.
“I was messing around with a friend,” she mumbles, voice hollow. “He brought one of his parent’s handguns to try out, and we were just having fun trying it out.” She lifts her left arm and mimes a shot. “The, uh, recoil? It was awful, especially because I’m so scrawny. So he helped me with a shot, except I got stubborn about it, and between the two of us we discharged the gun.” Her hand drifts back to her side. She’s crying again, voice warbling the more wet her face gets.
“I told him it wasn’t his fault but he wouldn’t listen. He drove me up here when we couldn’t stop the bleeding, and he wanted to come in with me, and I made him leave because I didn’t want him to get in trouble!” She starts sobbing again, breathing erratically, shoulders and entire body shaking with the effort.
Sabo didn’t want to scare her, so he hadn’t said it, but having a minor with a GSW meant they had to let law enforcement know there’d been an incident. They’d probably come in to talk to Bonney after Sabo leaves and everyone is alerted that she’s conscious. To know that there wasn’t an actual crime involved is . . it’s a strange comfort, at present.
“He won’t get in trouble,” Sabo promises. “You don’t . . .” He hesitates, visibly, but Bonney’s attention is on him now, so he continues. “You don’t have to tell anyone else what happened if you don’t want to. That’s between you and him.”
She bites her lip again, shakes her head. “My parents won’t like–”
“I don’t mean them. Or, just them,” Sabo amends. “I’m talking about anyone else in this hospital. Anyone at all. No matter who they are. I’m glad you told me, because if something had happened that we didn’t know about, and it was information that we needed in order to treat you, then it would be very important to know. But we’ve already pulled the bullet out of you, and your life isn’t in danger, so this stays between us. Okay?”
Bonney nods frantically.
Sabo can’t resist, so he tacks on, “if you end up in an emergency situation again, you should always let a medical professional know how you got injured. They’ll keep it to themselves – they have to – and the more information there is to go off of, the better treatment you’ll receive in the end.”
Bonney nods more. She’s sniffling, and still sorta crying, but she’s not being as loud about it, like she’s trying to stop.
“And–” He can’t believe he’s about to offer to do this, but he hates seeing her so miserable. “–if you need me to tell your parents for you, then I can try. But considering it was an accident, it might be better for you to try yourself.”
“Yeah, okay,” Bonney whispers. “But do you– Um. Do you think you could tell them it was an accident? So they don’t worry?”
“I can do that,” Sabo promises. “Are you ready to let them know you’re here?”
“Yes,” she mumbles, crowding her face close to her knees again. “And some more water, please.”
Sabo does her one better: he brings her a handful of tissues and a full cup of cold water. While she fixes her face, muttering a thanks to him before blowing her nose, Sabo tucks her chart safely under his arm.
“I’ll be right back, Bonney.”
#op#writing#sabo#jewelry bonney#i had theeeeee best time writing bonney n ginny n kuma#esp bc bonney's already been introduced in present day#i was supposed to write abt the pediatrics ward in the present actually#i wrote this instead like a month ago n have not thought abt it since
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if i had a nickel for every time i got needle-stabbed this week i'd have 3 nickels which is not that much but it's definitely above the average for me
#had bloodwork again today ✌🏻 i've exposure therapied my way out of being afraid of needles#there's a clown man here for the pediatric ward and i just hear distant children screeches btw#i don't think exposure therapy is helping that one's fear of clowns#ką sako lapė
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no doctor i didn’t try to commit suicide the only thing i was committing was to the bit
#it’s an unfunny joke yeah whtever but i realized that this is exactly how i avoided going to the pediatric psych ward#genuinely i attempted then changed my mind realized how wonderful life is went to the ER and really really really didn’t want to stay in the#fucking childrens psych ward#that has one single doctor and he sucks#so i simply didnt i literally said ‘i did this for attention and i got attention my little plan worked can i go now’#and they let me go lol#which is kind of insane in retrospect like i feel like there should be more to it
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My New Audiobook Published!!
Living in Kyoto: My Early Life with Japanese Traditions by Hidemi Woods Narrated by Hidemi Woods 44 available Retail & Library Distributors Axiell / Baker & Taylor / Bibliotheca / Bidi / EBSCO / Follett / hoopla / MLOL / Odilo / Overdrive / Ulverscroft / Wheelers / 24symbols / Anyplay / Apple / Audible, Amazon(Coming Soon) / Audiobooks.com / AudiobooksNow / BajaLibros / BAM / Beek / BingeBooks…
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#audiobook#autobiography#childhood#family#feudal system#futon#happiest day#homecoming#hometown#Japan#Japanese#japanese culture#Japanese custom#Japanese traditions#Kyoto#landlord#memoir#musician#parents#pediatric Ward#shrine#successor#Tomorrowland#yakuza
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#the hospital OP worked at that shut down when OP took a weekend off
It's even funnier than that -- I didn't even work at the hospital.
Nah one straw is no problem bro. I'm the strongest camel ever, I'm carrying like TEN THOUSAND straw right now. If I can handle ten thousand straw then what's one straw gonna do? Stands to reason. Just chuck it on bro, it'll be fine.
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Gazal was wounded on November 10th, when, as her family fled Gaza City’s Al-Shifa hospital, shrapnel pierced her left calf. To stop the bleeding, a doctor, who had no access to antiseptic or anesthesia, heated the blade of a kitchen knife and cauterized the wound. Within days, the gash ran with pus and began to smell. By mid-December, when Gazal’s family arrived at Nasser Medical Center—then Gaza’s largest functioning health-care facility—gangrene had set in, necessitating amputation at the hip. On December 17th, a projectile hit the children’s ward of Nasser. Gazal and her mother watched it enter their room, decapitating Gazal’s twelve-year-old roommate and causing the ceiling to collapse.
UNICEF estimates that a thousand children in Gaza have become amputees since the conflict began in October. “This is the biggest cohort of pediatric amputees in history,” Ghassan Abu-Sittah, a London-based plastic-and-reconstructive surgeon who specializes in pediatric trauma, told me recently.
#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#children of gaza#disability rights#disability justice#disabilities#disability
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every day i get home take off my pants and like 3 new characters have crawled into my pockets on the bus
#original post#a snarky teen in the pediatrics ward for Jim to talk to#and also a bit of a narrative foil#this ones an OC not anyone specific#they also help tie things in to the rest of the universe
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