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[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: When you get sick at work, Bucky ensures you’re well taken care of.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, reader gets sick at work and collapses, Bucky being worried and an absolute sweetheart while taking care of her

Word count: 1.3k (I know this is just a short one but my plan for the next part is quite long)

A/N: so I’ve been sick in bed all this week with covid and the only thing I’ve wanted is Bucky taking care of me. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky takes the stairs two at a time.

He’s treated many patients in the field who have tripped on steps doing exactly what he is right now, but he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is getting to you.

Bursting out of the stairwell at level two, Bucky searches for the room Wanda quoted to him over the phone. He’s never been to this area of the hospital before, all the corridors and nurses stations look the same, but as soon as he spots her characteristic red hair, he feels respite from the anxious constriction in his chest.

Wanda thanks him for coming so quickly, as if the news that you were ill, collapsed during a shift and now in a hospital bed of your own didn’t send him into a panic and have him rushing here like his life depended on it, before guiding him to where you are.

The room is dark, curtains pulled all the way over the spacious windows, and serenely quiet other than the whizzing mechanical sound coming from the infusion pump connected to the IV inserted in your arm.

You groan when you recognise that it’s Wanda and Bucky who have entered the room.

“Wan, you didn’t have to call him.” Bucky can immediately tell, just by the sound of your unusually hoarse voice, that you’re clearly not well.

“He’s your emergency contact and you are in no state to work nor drive yourself home, so yes, I did have to call him.” Wanda proclaims in a stern, slightly exasperated tone which indicates to Bucky she likely had this same conversation with you multiple times before he arrived.

“Bucky, I’m okay, you don’t have to be here.” You try convincing him, though you’re not very compelling when your sentence ends with a hearty coughing fit.

“If you were fine you wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed coughing up your lungs.” Bucky comments as he makes his way over to beside your bed. You look completely fatigued, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

Bucky’s never seen you look weak before, and the clench of his heart at the sight strongly suggests he doesn’t like it one bit.

“I just need a little rest and some IV fluids, then I’ll be fine to go back to work.” Your words almost sound comical with how raspy and fragile your voice is, but Bucky knows your insistence is a testament to your dedication to your job. “There’s really no reason to be worried.”

“I’m always worried about you.” Bucky mentions in a low tone, for your ears only, before placing a gentle kiss to your burning hot forehead. He takes your hand, your skin clammy against his. “Baby you can’t treat patients when you’re like this, you’re at risk of infecting them. Let me take you home.”

You concede as you lift yourself onto your forearms, sitting up in the bed, not without a dry cough being forced from your lungs by the effort. Bucky winces in response to the gravelly sound and the pain twisting in your face.

He wishes he could take it all away. All your suffering, all the sickness. On the job, Bucky is always able to provide assistance - relief from pain, to reduce bleeding, to ease anxiety. But for the one person in this world he cares about the most, he’s subjected to watching her suffer.

“Could you help please?” Holding out your hand where the catheter for your IV is inserted, you look up at him with helpless, wide eyes which makes Bucky smile and his heart flutter in his chest. It’s always nice to be needed.

Sanitising his hands and pulling on latex gloves, he places a sweet kiss to your knuckles before working to remove the IV, aware of your gaze on his every move.

“There you go darling, all done.” Bucky declares with a kiss to your nose, keeping pressure on your hand with his thumb to stop any bleeding before being able to tape a cotton round to it. “Ready to go home?”

“With you, always.”

Bucky protectively keeps his arm around you the entire way down to the staff parking until buckling you in the passenger seat of your own car, cautious knowing you had a moment of lightheadedness earlier today.

You rest your head against the side window, arms curled around yourself as Bucky begins the short drive to your place, turning the heating up to ensure you don’t get cold now that you are out from under the blankets Wanda had acquired for you.

“So… you made me your emergency contact.” Bucky broaches, having previously been unaware of this fact. He contemplated the reason Wanda called him today is because she knows the two of you are in a relationship, but warmth blooms in his chest at the notion you have officially designated him as the person you want to be contacted in a crisis.

“I changed it about a week ago. It was my mom, but she lives out of state… and I thought you’d probably want to know if something terrible happens to me.” It is probably such a minor thing in a normal relationship, just something which sits unutilised in an employee file, but to Bucky, who works in a profession where emergency contacts are critically important, it feels like an honour bestowed upon him to be appointed as yours. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, darling.” Bucky smiles as the hand he is not using on the steering wheel comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing gently. “If anything happens to you, I wanna be the first to know, good and bad.”

With a snuffle of your nose and the best smile you can muster given your current energy levels, you interlace your hand with his and say “you’re always the first person I want to tell every piece of good news to, Bucky.”

When you arrive home, the first thing Bucky does is lead you straight to bed and tuck you in with two different blankets and the stuffie he won you during your date to the local carnival which visited town last week.

He gathers all the supplies you’ll need for the rest of the afternoon - cold and flu tablets, a water bottle, tissues and throat lozenges, making sure they’re all within reach of your place in bed. Bucky gently washes your feverishly warm face with a cool, damp face cloth, and insists you take a drink of water to prevent from becoming dehydrated.

Then, when you start to say goodbye, for whatever reason thinking Bucky is going to leave you here to be sick on your own, he pulls his Henley off, and climbs into bed behind you.

“No, Bucky…” You whine, feebly attempting to push him away from lying beside you in bed, which is a new and strange experience for Bucky.

“I think the fever has made you delirious, darling.” Bucky chuckles, taking your hand against his bare chest and covering it with his own as he snuggles even closer next to you.

“You’re gonna get sick too if you stay.” Bucky kisses your chapped lips, to prove that he’s not afraid of being with you whilst you're unwell.

“Baby, I had my tongue down your throat last night. If you’re already sick, I’m bound to get sick too.” Even if he weren’t already fated to contract the same illness as you, he’d take that risk just to fall asleep beside you.

You provide no more protest, surrendering to Bucky’s warm embrace and quickly falling into a deep, recuperative sleep. Bucky watches as your chest rises and falls, treasuring every moment he gets to spend by the side of the woman he loves, even if you are slightly sweaty and phlegmy.

When you both wake the following morning, still tangled in each other, you have matching runny noses, sore throats and dry coughs. The following week is destined to be spent curled up in bed together and taking care of one another. At least you don’t have to suffer alone.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 1: Welcome to Hawkins

(Slowburn) Billy Hargrove x Reader

...Part 2, ...(Masterlist)

A/N: I would like to say that I have recently tested positive to Covid and will be out of work until the 17th of July. This sucks, kind of, because I love my job. But, it also means that 98% of my time will not be dedicated to this fic… It has kind of spiralled out of control and I have written so much already. I hope you guys like this and although the main character's eventual pairing will be with Billy Hargorve, this is a SLOW burn, it is going to take a while because the reader knows how valuable they are and would never settle for the abusive asshole Billy is when he is first introduced. We are here for the DEVELOPMENT. No matter what, I enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it. Word Count: 2,472 Warnings: mentions of death, trauma, guilt

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. There was no way around it. He was rude, crude, drank like a fish, and smoked like a chimney. He had his mothers eyes and his fathers temper.

In a seemingly random series of events you found your fate tangling with his. It’s hard for you to say exactly when this convergence began. But, it was most likely around the time your world turned upside down.

When Will Byers disappeared in November of 1983, you were one of the first people questioned. You were 17 at the time but you had been babysitting in Hawkins since you were 14. It was just your mom and you for as long as you could remember. Your mom was a nurse at Hawkins General Hospital and worked the night shift. She always made sure you had enough but that didn't stop you from helping with the bills where you could.

You regularly worked for the Wheelers, and even got paid extra on campaign nights. Normally it wasn’t a bad deal. Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas were always well behaved. All you really had to do was watch them, feed them, put them to bed, and make sure they didn't die. Sounds simple, right? Unfortunately, Hawkins was cursed.

Will didn't make it home that night and your life would forever be altered by the madness that ensued.

You had been wracked with guilt when you heard one of your kids had gone missing. Nancy tried to reassure you that there was nothing you could have done. You had been watching them all day and when you had left that night, they were still playing D and D. There had been plenty of people in the house, including Nancy. She even tried to invite you to come along with her and Barb to Steve’s party. She said it would help get your mind off things and just relax, like the three of you always did. You almost accepted. Almost.

You would never fully forgive yourself for turning them down. Even when Barb had called you that night, begging you to come so she wouldn’t have to be the fifth wheel. You refused, giving her some half baked excuse about having a headache.

That would be the last conversation you had with her.

You planned to apologise to both of them the next day, after school. You would make it up to them. Rent a sappy romantic movie, eat popcorn, and they could tell you all about the party. Those hopes would soon die when Nancy explained what had happened at the party and how she hadn't seen Barb since the night before. The two of you went over to the Harrington’s place, looking for any sign of your lost friend. That afternoon in the woods would be your first brush with the paranormal.

Going to the police got you nowhere. The guilt ate at your insides until you were desperate for answers. So, when Johnathan Byers told you about monsters coming out of walls, you believed him.

That night in the woods, when Nancy disappeared, it nearly broke you. How was it possible for you to lose so many people. It just wasn't fair. You cried when Johnathan pulled her from the hole in the tree. Your relief would be short lived. When Nancy described the other side it turned your insides. Just imagining Barb trapped in a place like that… you would have done anything to rescue her.

You had never had many friends but Nancy and Barb were the best friends a girl could ask for. The three of you had become instant friends when you first met as children. They were a year behind you in school but were so smart and always helped you to understand the subjects you were weaker in. They were the only reason you were passing pre-calculus and that you had any socialisation outside of babysitting. Whatever that thing was, you were going to find a way to beat it and rescue Barb.

You, Nancy, and Johnathan made plans to lure in the monster and kill it. There was a slight snag in the plan when Nancy saw what Tommy H. had written on the theatre board and Johnathan ended up in handcuffs. Luckily, Jim Hopper was the closest thing you had to a dad. Well, more like a drunk uncle. You were thankful he believed all of you when you explained what was happening. Having Hopper in your corner mady you feel a million times better. Unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual. Hopper made it very clear how he felt about you being involved in all this. If you weren’t as stubborn as him, he would have made you go home.

When he saw how determined you were to save Barb he couldn't help but smile, pulling you into a tight hug. He grumbled that it was no use, that you were just like your old man. It always made you weirdly happy and sad at the same time when he said things like that. You couldn’t remember much about your dad, he had died before you got the chance to really know him. You knew that He and Hopper had served together in the Army. But, Hopper didn't like to talk about it much.

When you were all on the same page, you managed to contact Mike on the radio after you remembered it was how the little group liked to communicate. Seeing the kids all together again made you happy they were safe but you couldn't help but feel the void left by Will. You knew Nancy felt it too. There was something unspoken between the two of you. Like you couldn’t look each other in the eye without thinking of Barb. It made your heart ache.

When the time came for El to find Barb and Will, you could barely breathe. Then you heard the young girl murmur a single word.

“Gone.”

Gone. Barb was gone, and it was all your fault. It felt like someone had scooped out your insides. All you could think about was Barb and how you should have been there for her. But now it was too late, she was gone forever. You didn’t realise you were crying until Hopper pulled you into his arms.

“It wasn’t your fault, kid.” he had said, squeezing you tightly. His words fell on deaf ears. You felt numb, like the world wasn’t really there. You watched him leave with Joyce, on the way to rescue Will…

You sat alone in the empty halls of the Middle School, drowning in your own thoughts, until you felt Nancy sit next to you. She didn’t look at you, only taking your hand and stating, in an eerily calm voice, “We’re going to kill it.”

Then the numbness inside of you gave way to a new feeling. It was a hot feeling that spread through you, burning. Vengeance.

You, Nancy, and Johnathan gather your supplies, set the trap, and slit your palms. Then, you waited. There were a thousand things you thought could happen that night. But, Steve Harrington showing up was the last among them. And it only went south from there.

After the first attack you were shaken. You would have run out of the house with Steve if it weren’t for the thought of Barb alone. That thing was the reason you felt this way. It was the reason your friend was gone. You were going to kill it, or die trying. You gripped your father’s colt .45 and stood with your back against Nancy and Johnathan.

It all happened so fast. The gun in your hand jerked as you fired round after round into the monster. You turned around and for a split second, your eyes locked on Nancy’s. You saw the fear there an instant before sharp claws raked through the flesh of your back. You felt the warmth of your own blood gushing down your back, then the pain. That’s the last thing you remember about that night.

You don't remember Steve coming back, saving you with the spiked bat, Jonathan setting the thing on fire, or when all three of them hauled your limp body into the back of Steve’s car.

You wouldn’t be there for the reunion with Will or for the celebration of his return. You would miss Christmas and New Years. You wouldn't regain consciousness until the second week of January, 1984. Sometimes you would get flashes, little pieces of that time. Nancy’s voice, someone squeezing your hand, the beeping of monitors. But mostly it was your mom crying.

When you woke up you were alone. It felt like your mouth was made of sandpaper and when you opened it to speak, nothing came out. It took you a moment to realise you were in a hospital and when you moved to sit up, pain shot down your spine. Every bone in your body was aching and each movement sent new waves of pain along your back. Before you had another second to think, you heard a gasp from the doorway. Your mother dropped the coffee she had been carrying in her rush to your side. Her eyes were filled with fresh tears and she was rambling a million miles a minute. Asking you questions, looking you over, making sure you were actually awake. You were happy to see her but little did you know that this would be the norm for the coming months.

You were never alone. There were always nurses, or doctors, or men in suits. Everyone had questions. How were you feeling? Where was the pain? What do you remember? After a week it got old and after a month it was downright maddening.

As far as anyone knew, you had fallen victim to a bear attack. It would have been simple, if it was only the flayed flesh of your flanks that needed to heal. Unfortunately, the infection that set in made things complicated. The government sent specialists to look after you and keep things under wraps. They kept you in a facility, only allowing certain people to care for you.

The fevers were hard to shake, they were treating you with so many different drugs you lost track. When your fever broke, you always started to feel better, but somehow it always came back.

They concluded that it was most likely some type of virus that had been transmitted to you via the creature's claws. There was only so much they could do. As the weeks went on, the time between flare ups grew longer. When you were finally well enough to have visitors, all interactions were closely monitored.

Your most frequent visitors were your mom, Hopper, Nancy and Steve. Jonathan stopped by sometimes, but not often.

When school started again you were still unable to sit up on your own. Nancy and Steve undertook the task of keeping you up to date on your school work. With not much else to focus on, besides your pain, you had a lot of time to study. Your grades weren’t half bad, all things considered.

When you weren't doing catchup work for school or visiting or being poked and prodded by doctors, you wrote. It had always been a passion of yours and more recently it had become a means of escape. Being trapped in that sterilised linoleum prison was driving you mad. So when you felt the walls closing in around you, the only way out was with a pen and paper.

Before everything, you would write about fantasy worlds and romantic adventures. Stories where the heroes triumphed and love conquered all. But now, you couldn’t seem to conjure up those scenarios. The tales that came to life on your page now were darker. There were no good guys or love stories, there were only tales of fear and those things that haunt us when we are alone at night. Stories about the horrors hiding in the shadows all around us.

No one read these stories but you.

After 6 months of treatments, recovery, and rehab, you were finally discharged. Going home somehow made you feel even stranger. Things were the same but somehow profoundly different. Your mom had taken a couple shifts off work to look after you when you got home. You were thankful for her but there was no hiding the amount of stress she had been under while you were in the hospital. She had always had circles under her eyes but in the past few months they seemed to grow darker.

You tried to go back to the way things were. You hung out with Steve and Nancy, listened to them talk about their lives and plans for the future. You were happy for them, it seemed like they had really grown. But for some reason, it left a sour taste in your mouth. You felt like all they wanted to talk about was the future but all you could think about was the past. You eventually stopped going with them, always giving excuses about headaches. And eventually, they stopped asking.

You found yourself alone a lot. Not that you minded. After having 8 months of constant supervision, you could use some alone time. The walls in your home started to remind you too much of being stuck in the hospital. So, you liked to be outside. You would go for long walks almost every day. It felt good to be outside. Freeing.

You would leave your house early in the morning, after your mom got back from her shift. You would take a small bag, packed with a water bottle, a book, and your journal. You would pick a new direction every day, always finding new places you haven't walked yet. When you got tired you would find a quiet place to sit and read or write or just think.

You thought about Barb often. You tried to think about all the good times you had together. How she always managed to explain things so you could understand. All the sleepovers the two of you had. She was so smart and kind. You missed being able to call her just to talk. You avoided thinking about how her last moments must have felt. How alone and scared she must have been. Each time your thoughts turned to it you could feel yourself recoil. It felt like touching a hot stove.

Sometimes you couldn't help it. You would think about that last conversation you had with her. How you had been so selfish and dismissive of her. Then you would cry as you walked.

That's the way things went for a while. Then, one day in the middle of July things changed. You would never forget the first time you met Billy Hargrove.

A/N: Hope you guys like it so far! This was just a little background before the actual story starts. Let me know what you guys think!

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Your words and your posts have been incredibly disheartening for me to see. My mother left the church. She is not an apostate, but she did question the church’s teachings in secret. She completely left faith when I was born. I have congenital heart defects, which I was born with. I nearly died on the operating table. For this reason, my mother and I do not believe in God, who is said to be all-powerful and all-benevolent. My mother is a wonderful person. She risked her life in the Covid-19 pandemic as she works at a hospital. If anyone deserved to live in an eternal paradise, it would be her. Your LGBTQ+ views have also upset me. My oldest friend, who I have known since before I could even remember, is transgender and gay, and have been more supportive to me as a disabled person than any Christian has been. I’m only 18 years old, yet I know that you chose faith over experiences with the wonderful parts of humanity. Respectfully, please reconsider your views on gay and trans people.

I truly appreciate how thoughtfully and respectfully you typed out this message. It is clear that these matters mean a lot to you and I'm going to go ahead and assume that you aren't speaking out of any kind of hate.

I would just offer you a counter-perspective, and maybe by understanding where I'm coming from, you can see that I'm not speaking out of any kind of hate for people, either. I'm half blind. I was born that way. My twin sister and I were taken by emergency cesareans-section when we were incredibly, dangerously premature. My twin was given no chance of survival; the cesarean was just meant to give me a 50% chance of survival. At the time, my mother was recently married to a 19 year-old drug dealer after her own father abused and abandoned her and her mother. She'd been living apart from the faith for years, rejecting God to follow the occult or whatever political party had hear heart at the time. My father hated God.

But when my sister and I were fighting for life for weeks on end, and nobody was sure if we would live or die, and they had to bring us home with heart monitors because our hearts would literally stop beating several times a night, my mom realized how helpless she was to do anything to save us. And she prayed. And we lived. Both of us. Not only that, but my father, at 19 years old, addicted to drugs since the age of 13, narrowly escaped death and gave his life to Christ. After a whole life of having no social skills unless he was high, doing whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted, and caring about nothing but himself, now he is a Pastor (bi-vocationally; he is also a tradesman working with his hands) and has given me and all my family, and many other families, everything we have in our lives through his dedicated and faithful life. He and my mother have been happily married and serving God with their whole lives for almost thirty years now.

And not only them, but me, my twin sister, my younger sister, my little brother, my grandfather (who was an actual killer and drug addict as well) we all know God. We all have a relationship with Him. And that's the biggest most wonderful gift He gave us, out of all those wonderful things He did for us. Saving my life, my dad's life, my twin's life, changing who they were and making them new people.

I'm not telling you all that to like, compare disabilities or traumas or whatever. That would be ridiculous for lots of reasons. But I'm just trying to be honest.

It's not a religion or a system of beliefs that I've subscribed to. It's not a social flag I live under. It's not something I do just because my parents or the people in my immediate community have shown me. It's because He's real, and He showed Himself to me—when it's just me and Him, and nobody else's opinion or say-so matters— and it's all really true—everything the Bible says. And He's so much better, and so much more benevolent, than anyone on earth can describe to you.

And, at the same time, when you understand who He is, and who we are...the question isn't "how could a good God let anyone go to Hell instead of paradise?" The question is, "how could He let any of us live after what we did?" It's hard. But seriously, just play pretend with me for a bit, if only to "understand my perspective." Pretend there was a God, all-powerful, endlessly loving, in fact, Love Itself. The love that was His very nature spilled out so much that He created—created beautiful, amazing, complex creatures who were intrinsically full of worth and light, and made to reflect Him, that Love, back to Him, and share in it. A big happy family.

And then those creatures from the dirt committed cosmic treason and said "screw You, I don't care if You created me and I don't care if You love me or want to be in relationship with me: I want to be You. I want to call the shots." And those creatures from the dirt basically did the cosmic version of climbing in their father's lap to spit in His face, and go stab each other over fleeting pleasures in the gutter because the mansions He was offering them wasn't as good as pretending they could be gods of their own lives.

That's the story. Thats what happened. Read Genesis, if you have the time and if you're of the heart to. And because of what we chose, we got twisted up. I'm sure you read that, in my posts. So even the thing we were made for—love—got mangled up inside us and we can't express it the right way anymore.

He would've been justified in wiping us out. Starting over with new creatures. We were His creation. He gets to decide what we are and what to do with us: we betrayed and insulted and defied our rightful King. But He's not like that. He had no reason to--no obligation to--but He chose to do the work and make a way for us to be back in relationship with Him. And He chose to do it by subjecting Himself to unimaginable torture and darkness, which would have been ours by right if He hadn't taken it for us.

I know that you love your mom. It is plain to see. And I understand the feeling. But if you really get to know the God of the actual Bible, instead of just the memes and the flawed people who try to explain Him—if you really get to know Him, between you and Him, you'll see that He actually loves your mom more than you do. And He loves you more than you, or anyone, does. Because He knows you both better and more intimately than you even know Yourselves. He made you. It'd be like an author getting to dive down into the story and tell their characters everything about themselves.

That's the kind of love we were made for. The kind of love that is there even though you don't deserve it, even though you're not entitled to it—the kind of love that would die for you while you're still hating Him.

I mean just stop and think about it, clear your brain of everything everyone has ever told you about LGBTQ+ and all that. And just think: can you love someone wholeheartedly and still know they're in the wrong? Even when they wholeheartedly believe they're right? Even when they're hurt by you believing they're in the wrong? Of course you can. Anyone who's had a loved one with a self-destructive habit, like alcohol addiction or an abusive lover or just a toxic personality trait or two, can relate to that common sense. They can say, "of course I love you. That's why I'm telling you to stop doing this, it's hurting you, it's not good for you, I know it doesn't feel that way, but it's the truth."

So if you believe that there are some circumstances where that applies, what makes it so unloving for this hypothetical God, who knows the best thing for your friend and knows your friend better than you do, to say so about being LGBTQ+? Why should LGBTQ+ be any different?

Well, the answer, of course, is that you don't believe it is true that it's wrong. Because, if we rewind, you don't believe in God. But you just told me that you came to that conclusion kind of...after feeling hurt by Him. You almost died, first , then your mom chose to leave Him behind and go ahead and live as if He doesn't exist. And you did, too.

But let's go back to playing pretend. If God exists, then He didn't act how you think He should've, as an "benevolent" God: He didn't do YOUR version of "good." So you abandoned Him. (We're pretending like He exists, from your perspective.) He didn't do your version of good, you feel mistreated, so you walked away from Him.

But He would never do that to you. If He's the kind of person the Bible says He is, He doesn't treat you that way. When you (humanity) didn't do His version (which is the only real version, since He invented it) of good, He didn't abandon you. He totally could have. But instead He made a way for your relationship to get fixed. But you have free will. So He's not going to force you to love Him and accept the gift. If you want to continue for all eternity without being with Him, you can. He gives you that option.

But then don't wonder why people who choose that option don't get "eternal paradise." Because according to the Bible, that's all heaven is: getting to be in relationship with God forever. Fully who He made you to be. If you don't want that, He won't force it: in fact, He couldn't. It wouldn't be just, and He is always just.

The truth is, after what we did to Him, none of us deserve anything from Him. I didn't deserve to survive in that ICU. Neither did my sister. Neither did my father or mother or grandfather. None of us should be allowed to inhale another breath; we're the King's people who betrayed Him and tried to steal His throne. But He is so good that instead He turns around and adopts us.

I know this is rambly. But you messaged me so genuinely, I just sort of wrote this as if I were sitting down and talking it all out, one word in front of the other, with you. I don't know you. I know these are very hot button topics, and very personal issues; but like you, I think they're of the utmost importance.

So I will keep considering the LGBTQ+ and transgender issues—but you have to understand that I'm in service to the King, so to speak. I love Him, He loves me, and He's my God. When I consider any part of reality, it's impossible to do so without Him as the center and standard of truth. Without Him, who gets to decide what's right or wrong? Just me. And on my own, I am inconsistent, selfish, ruinous. But I'm not on my own. And in the meantime, I'll ask you to consider God, the real God, of the Bible. Not what a church of whatever denomination tells you—not to start with. Not what I tell you, or anyone tells you. Just what He said about Himself, straight from the Bible. Let Him speak for Himself. Thanks for reaching out.

#very long post #Asked #answered #Christianity #me #LGBTQ+#transfenderism #testimony #Christian #Bible #Jesus Christ #Yahweh

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Meet the unsung contributor to revolutionary breakthroughs in treating polio, cancer, HPV, and even COVID-19: Henrietta Lacks. Born in 1920 Roanoke, Virginia, Henrietta's mother Eliza died when she was only four, and she was ultimately raised by her maternal grandfather in Clover, Virginia. Henrietta worked as a tobacco farmer and attended a segregated school until the age of 14, when she gave birth to a son, Lawrence. A daughter, Elsie, was born three years later --to compound the family's difficulties, Elsie had cerebral palsy and epilepsy. Henrietta and her now-husband David Lacks moved to Turner Station (now Dundalk), Maryland where David had landed a job with a nearby steel plant. At the time Turner Station was one of the oldest African-American communities in Baltimore County and there was sufficient community support for the family to buy a house and produce three more children.

In 1951 at the age of 31, Henrietta died at Johns Hopkins Hospital of cervical cancer, mere months after the birth of the family's youngest son. But before her death --and without her or her family's consent-- during a biopsy two tumour cell samples were taken from Henrietta's cervix and sent to Johns Hopkins researchers. Hernietta's cells carried a unique trait: an ability to rapidly multiply, producing a new generation every 24 hours; a breakthrough that no other human cell had achieved. Prior to this discovery, only cells that had been transformed by viruses or genetic mutations carried such a characteristic. With the prospect of now being able to work with what amounted to the first-ever naturally-occurring immortal human cells, researchers created a patent on the HeLa cell line but hid the donor's true identity under a fake name: Helen Lane.

It is no exaggeration to state that in the 70 years since her death, Henrietta's cells have been bought, sold, packaged, and shipped by thousands of laboratories; with her cells being used as a baseline in as many as 74,000 different studies (including some Nobel Prize winners). Her cells have even been sent into space to study the effects of microgravity, and were instrumental in the Human Genome Project. While no actual law (or even a code of ethics) necessarily required doctors to ask permission before taking tissue from a terminal patient, there was a very clear Maryland state law on the books that forbade tissue removal from the dead without permission, throwing the situation into something of a legal grey area. However because Henrietta was poor, minimally educated, and Black, this standard was quietly (and easily) circumvented and she was never recognized for her monumental contributions to science and medicine ...and her family was never compensated. The family remained unaware of Henrietta's contribution until 1975, when the HeLa line's provenance finally became public. Henrietta had been buried in an unmarked grave in the family cemetery in Clover, Virginia but in 2010 a new headstone was donated and dedicated, acknowledging her phenomenal contribution. That same year the John Hopkins Institute for Clinical and Translational Research established a new Henrietta Lacks Memorial lecture series. A statue of Lacks was commissioned in 2022, to be erected in Lacks's birthplace of Roanoke, Virginia --pointedly replacing a previous statue of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee, which had been removed following nationwide protests over the murder of George Floyd.

Dive into The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot, originally published in 2011 and subsequently adapted into an HBO movie in 2017, starring Oprah Winfrey as Henrietta's daughter Deborah and Renee Elise Goldberry as Henrietta. (And yes, this book has been challenged and banned in more than one school district.)

#black lives matter #henrietta lacks #johns hopkins #cell biology #hela #stem cell #translational research #genomics #teachtruth #dothework

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ISRAEL REALTIME — DEFENSE & SECURITY - war updates

— BARZELAI HOSPITAL STRUCK BY ROCKET, Ashkelon, children’s care wing.

— UNITY GOVERNMENT DETAILS…

The State Camp, let by MK and former general Benny Gantz, has joined with the coalition to form an emergency unity government.

A new limited war cabinet will be formed, which will include MK Gantz and MK Eisenkot, both former IDF generals. National Camp MK Sa’ar will join the general cabinet as a minister (not said what ministry, or ‘without portfolio’).

— 2x DRONE ATTACK… from Gaza, to Nir Oz, to Ashdod.

— JERUSALEM GUSH ETZION TUNNEL CHECKPOINT ATTACK… terrorist eliminated.

— 12 INJURED IN ROCKETS, Ashkelon.

— ROCKETS fall in the GOLAN, 4.

— GOLAN enters defense level 2… all Golan settlements, without exception, are in a status that requires being near protected areas at all times. Also, there is a restriction on gatherings in an open area up to 30 people, and a restriction on gatherings in a closed structure up to 300 people. You can continue to go to workplaces and carry out limited activities in places with access to a protected space.

— MAJOR BARRAGE, Tel Aviv and Mercaz.

— TERRORISTS hospitalized? I received the following note… “As of 2:30 p.m. - the hospitals where terrorists who participated in the horrific massacre in which women were raped, babies murdered, and people were burned alive are hospitalized are: Soroka, Barzilai, Bilinson, Sheba, Assaf Harofeh Hospitals are public space. Everyone is allowed to come and express their private protest, even tonight for example. It is important to observe the law at all times.

— DID EGYPT WARN? Egyptian officials who are quoted both in the press there and in the Jerusalem Post here clarify: We did not warn Israel before the attack. (Amit Segal)

— LOCAL ELECTIONS, scheduled for end of October have been officially postponed for 3 months due to the war.

— SCHOOL… The Ministry of Education announces that starting next Sunday (Oct 15) all students will return to distance learning (COVID style).

— GAZA ELECTRICITY DOWN… they have run out of fuel for their power station, Israel has cut their portion of the supply. Gaza will be dark tonight.

— RABBINUTE TO WORK ON SHABBAT… The Chief Rabbi of Israel HaRad Lau visited the Shura military rabbinical base a little while ago, where the holy work of identifying the fallen victims and bringing them to the grave of Israel is carried out. In response to the question of how to behave on Shabbat (when work normally is not permitted), the Chief Rabbi said, "I am moved and thrilled by the great dedication of all the teams, I appreciate that they will not finish before Shabbat, but it is important and required work because of moral and mental status - if it turns out that someone is not informed and he misses a funeral. In a state of war this is required morale. You continue to work even on the holy Shabbat and will make every effort to continue the holy work as if a weekday and with God's help we will have a comforting Shabbat

#Israel #War Updates #OperationIronSword

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I was tagged by @avida-heidia-5 & @jennarations 🫶🏼 I’m truly honored, thank you very much 🥺

I’m tagging @sebsdaniel @slugesh @formulahuh @norribobs @landoom @jethro-in-the-tardis @481boxboxbaby @izzief1rambles @mctwinkdom @princesspiastri @otterpiastri @someominousecho & whoever sees this and wants to participate (feel free to ignore) 🧡

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My grandpa and my dad. It was a tradition of the family that whenever my grandpa and uncle came to visit we watched f1 together after lunch. My sister and mom weren't too interested, but I somehow got so obsessed I started watching races on my own. I can't pinpoint when it happened, around 2003 or 2004 maybe. I remember following Fernando’s journey to his two titles.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Michael Schumacher. I was drawn to the rapid red car winning almost every race. Wish he was still on the grid, he'd be still my biggest favorite. Absolutely loved his passion and dedication to the sport, and what he achieved in his career.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

My polite cat, Oscar 🥺 I have followed his career since his f3 season, watched him win both f3 and f2 in his rookie season, and got heartbroken when he ended up without a seat. Celebrated his contract with Mclaren like it was my success and I'm so proud of his achievement in his first year. Many more podiums and wins to come, mark my words.

Lando is a close second, followed by Charles, Alex and Max, rounding out my top 5.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

Landoscar, not just shipping-wise but also as teammates. They completely charmed me which is not a surprise considering I love both of them. Their dynamic is just so smooth, they're competitive but respectful and show support for each other. Showing up to celebrations despite having a shit race, going over to congratulate even after a disastrous Quali season. Worked so hard to bring back mclaren’s glory days and I’m fully convinced if these two can’t succeed, no one can.

I adore Lestappen too. The enemies to friends storyline will always work for me. They just work so well together, I can't explain why and how it's just perfect!

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

Don't think any of them are into f1, but we all shared the same favorites. My sister and I were big Fernando/Michael supporters in the beginning, but then Seb obviously stole our hearts. My dad supported literally everyone who beat Lewis 🫣

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Have to say the Qatar sprint and the main race this year, also Japan 2023 and Singapore 2023. But my all-time favorite is Brazil 2016. Extremely wet race with a masterclass drive from Max.

Germany 2019, absolute chaos but such an exciting race.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Spa, iconic with gorgeous surroundings. From the past, Sepang. Wish we had it back, such a cool one.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

Nope, I was planning to visit my home race in 2020 but we weren't allowed to go due to covid.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

I'd be fainting and get hospitalized if I ever met an f1 driver, especially one of my favorites.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

MP4-23 chrome Mclaren

Renault R27 with the ING livery

Don't ask why, I can't explain.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Maldonado was a kamikaze driver with all kinds of reprimands and penalties in his active years of racing. It’s impressive he still bagged a win (legally).

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

‘If you no longer go for a gap which exists you are no longer a racing driver’ Aryton Senna

‘Leave me alone, I know what I am doing’ Kimi Raikkonen

‘Mate, is Carlos blind or what?’ Oscar Piastri

‘I’m trying to get my first win, not my first therapy session.’ Lando Norris

‘I’ve got two balls but none of them are crystal.’ Sebastian Vettel

‘There is something loose between my legs. Apart from the obvious.’ Sebastian Vettel

All DRS tweets from Oscar, but they're from his f3 years so dunno if those count or not.

#tag game #Long post hence the keep reading section

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IMPORTANT PLEASE READDDD

Hey guys, unfortunately I'm going to have to take a hiatus for awhile :-( a lot is going on in my personal life with school and work, and as of recently a few weeks back around Christmas my grandmother caught covid and it really knocked her down and made her extremely weak. She can't really walk anymore, needs oxygen, has bowel incontinence, and dementia. She was in the hospital until about a week ago and was going to be living with my family for the time being until we figured out exactly what my nana needs. I honestly dont know why they discharged her because ... man she was still really bad and they knew that she wouldn't have a nurse to come to our house yet! She was residing in my sisters room while my sister moved into our father's office. My sister and i were taking care of her full time for a week, which was extremely stressful. My sister and i had to make sure she was eating/drinking, cleaning up after her (changing her diaper) constantly changing her sheets and making sure she wasn't taking her catheter or diaper off because she kept doing it lmfao. My sister and i told our dad she absolutely needs more assistance than what my sister and i were providing her, we couldn't even get her properly clean like in the bath since she still had a catheter and could barely move we would have to wipe her down! She started to get sick again and we brought her back to the hospital (which she ended up falling and hitting her head). They tried to discharge her back to our house again but eventually my dad got them to discharge her to a nursing home. She's about an hour away, and might need to go to more of a facility/rehab rather than an elderly home because of how sick she is. It's not something we can exactly afford, its going to take whatever little money she gets by the government (since shes not working obviously) and whatever medical/insurance can cover. There really isnt any other choice, we dont have anyone in the family who can dedicated 100% of their time taking care of her (which would have probably been my mom but shes dead), even then my nana would probably still need a nurse constantly if she were to live at our house. My dad and i have been dealing with her insurance since some of it is in my name, and we found out she stopped paying her bills months ago. This isnt surprising considering how downhill she has gone, even before she was sick but my dad wouldnt listen to my sister and i who were still taking care of her weekly because she just got so weak while she still lived in her apartment (due to old age and a number of medical issues). My nana is also incredibly stubborn and did not want to move out of her apartment for as long as she could. She still thinks she can go back but obviously not. So its been really messy! Really messy and stressful and sad LOL. On top I am also having computer issues which is preventing me from saving any art I draw, which honestly im probably just going to have to get a new computer at this point. If you have commissioned me please reach out, I will also be sending messages when i can to my commissioners and we can further discuss it. I am open to refunds at this time! Unless you are willing to wait until i come back, which could be a few months. I absolutely cannot focus on art professionally right now due to these circumstances. I haven't felt this since my mom got sick and passed away in 2016 so it's really... taking a toll on me and my family. Im sorry if this post is a mess there is so much more to this situation and its so complicated i tried to just go over the most important stuff. Thank you guys again. I will be back soon!

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I'm thinking of all the medical professionals that dedicate their careers to working with the poor I remember a few years back I went to urgent care because I thought I had the flu or covid or something (I didn't the doctor told me what I had but I forgot it's not super important to my point) but he suggested I take a few days off to recover and slow the risk of passing it on but then sighed and acknowledged that my job probably didn't off paid sick days and I probably wouldn't be able to afford to miss work. I remember the the brief relief in his eyes shen I told him I had a few sick days and could stay home. But this particular urgent care is one of the few in the city that can take same day appointments and walk ins for medicaid so I knew exactly what he meant because I've had to tell doctors I can't miss work and have gone in sick or injured because it was either that or not eat. I grew up watching my parents do the same. My dad had a stroke and didn't go to the hospital until after his shift ended because he had 30 years of going to work feeling like hell. Here's to the psychiatrist that looked me in the eyes and told me working 2 jobs was bad for mental health but then acknowledge if I could afford to quit I wouldn't have had 2 jobs. here's to the therapist that added 'low income' to my diagnosis chart. here's to the primary care doctor that suggested long walks in the park on nice days because it's free and then remembered it's over 110 in the shade in the summer and not a safe place to exercise and relax. here's social workers on the pysch ward visits relieved to find that I had a permanent home even if I can't always afford it on my own. here's the dentist hoping my wisdom teeth won't come into play because I can't afford the surgery. you're fighting a losing battle but we need you we need you

#musings

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What working is like during a pandemic 3 years on.

It still sucks. Less scary, but still scary.

I work a variety of as-needed-roles now as a hospitalist or physician. Sometimes I'm still a physician. Other times it's a COVID physician. In hospital. Or in out patients, which is a mix of telehealth, phone or in person. Just depends on the needs of the community at the time.

With how overloaded the system is (remember it was set up for non-pandemic times, we now have to have extra beds for COVID all the time), even when I'm not delegated the task of seeing COVID patients my main job seems to be getting patients out of the ED as fast as possible. For the sake of everybody essentially.

I'm not sure how many patients realize that when they show up to hospital, there's now a good chance they're exposing themselves to the COVID population we have (some mask up, some don't, of course we offer masks when they get to triage, but if you have delirious patients it's nigh impossible to mask in the halls while you wheel them to isolation).

It's not terribly difficult to treat COVID - it's the same set of widely accepted treatments now. We add to it as new ones get approved. It's just a struggle when despite all we do, patients still deteriorate. This is, however, a minority of cases - usually the immunosuppressed or the unvaccinated. i.e. lacking as sufficient immune system to fight off the virus even with the best medications on board.

You'll often hear doctors throw around that CT or CAT scans of the chest will resemble what looks like poured concrete in the lungs. And it's accurate, this is why patients struggle to breath or get oxygen in. All the inflammation and debris from the virus or from fighting the virus fills the lungs like concrete.

Air is black on the CT scans, white is bad. white means there's no space for oxygen to diffuse into tissues.

Image Source: ABC News

Once it gets this far, it takes weeks to months for our bodies to clear away the debris. It's a lot of long term rehabilitation, whether in hospital or in outpatients with occupational therapy, physiotherapy etc. Time off work. Breathing takes work, breathing is exhausting. So you re-learn how to breath with compromised lungs as they heal. You re-learn how to do simple tasks like shopping, showering, while you have long term breathing difficulties. It's like seeing the 20-30 years of smoking damage to the lungs occur in a few days.

Then I go from work to the community in which I live. There's no mask mandate so maybe 50% of the people around me mask up - voluntarily. It's a strange dichotomy. But it's started to feel more normal.

In outpatients I see a lot of long COVID, just in general in outpatients-anything-now. Just simply refers to persisting symptoms of COVID long past the initial infection, by weeks to months. Sometimes 1-2 years, since whenever the first outbreak occurred.

The previously young and healthy are suddenly feeling breathless and helpless as a result. I feel terrible, to have to suddenly welcome them into the fold of chronic illness and it's ability to destabilize everything they know. Many never had to go to hospital, they just had mild symptoms, that got worse or never went away. I spend a lot of time confirming what they have is long COVID and acknowledging it's existence, and that they're not alone. many are millenlials who've already joined online forums or googled it to death. They don't approach conversations as know-it-alls, on the contrary, you get a frank discussion.

I would, however, emphasize using reputable resources, like local government health websites catering the general public or other institution backed articles. For instance, Cleveland Clinic or Johns Hopkins. It's okay to be critical or skeptical of the information out there, but be sensible about it. Filter through the noise to the expert advice. The Curbsiders has a great podcast on LongCOVID and what dedicated outpatient LongCOVID clinics are like. Mainly rehabilitation focused.

It's a tough one, outpatient clinics. most will have not actually been to hospital, rather have been referred by the ED or their local PCP. Tough in the sense of the confusion they have - they haven't been to hospital. They had it mild. And yet they're still unwell while the rest of the world moves on without them. The rest of their family may have recovered. But they haven't. Many are in their peak of their careers, work lives or personal lives (young parents with young kids). And now they have to slow down as if they're already past prime. Most of the time it is temporary. If not unusual. I mean, you don't see this with the flu or common cold.

#covid #medblrs #medblr

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o apartamento F3 da torre TWILIGHT não está mais vago. quem se mudou para lá foi HONG SUNGYEOL, que tem TRINTA E SEIS anos e, aparentemente, trabalha como CIRURGIÃO. estão dizendo que se parece muito com SEO INGUK, mas é bobagem. não esqueça de dar as boas vindas!

vem de uma família da área médica, e sempre sonhou em seguir os passos dos pais um dia. seu pai era um pediatra renomado e a mãe uma enfermeira, e ambos se conheceram no hospital durante mais um dos vários plantões que precisavam fazer. foi amor à primeira vista, e pouco tempo já estavam casados e com dois filhos. sungyeol é o mais velho.

não foi surpresa para ninguém de sua família quando ele conseguiu entrar para a faculdade de medicina, passando em primeiro lugar. sempre se dedicou bastante aos estudos e, depois de formado, ao trabalho, no nível em que mal tem tempo para viver a própria vida. é comum ver sungyeol sempre no hospital, com uma aparência anêmica e exausta.

durante a pandemia, nos últimos anos, acabou infectado com o vírus e sem perceber passou para toda a sua família mesmo tomando todos os cuidados, já que ainda moravam juntos. todos ficaram muito mal e internados, mas só sungyeol sobreviveu. ele se culpa muito por ter transmitido o covid para as pessoas que mais amava, mas sabe que não tem muito o que fazer quanto a isso.

vendeu a casa onde morava e se mudou para um apartamento no haneul complex que estava no nome de sua mãe e ficou vago por volta da mesma época em que sua família faleceu. não passa muito tempo em casa, então não se importa muito com a condição que o condomínio está, mas por ainda ter algumas sequelas e seu quadro de anemia ter piorado muito pelo tempo em que esteve doente, teve sua carga horária diminuída drasticamente, deixando sungyeol com mais tempo livre do que ele está acostumado a ter.

quando tirou sua carteira de motorista, ganhou de seu pai a velha royal enfield interceptor 650 amarela que ele tinha desde a juventude. sungyeol cuida dela com o maior carinho até hoje, sempre levando-a para revisar e mantendo-a sempre limpa.

tem algumas tatuagens, sendo as mais reconhecíveis death escrito nos dedos das duas mãos e um grande coração tribal no peito, e dois furos nas duas orelhas onde ele usa argolas douradas grossas.

em breve.

personagem levemente inspirado em trafalgar d. water law, do anime one piece.

#*ㅤ⟢ development.

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Hospital That Fired Nurses for Refusing Vaccines Now Begging Them to Return

By Jack Davis, The Western Journal Sep. 2, 2023 7:40 pm

A Maine health-care provider wants the nurses it fired during the pandemic for refusing to be vaccinated against the coronavirus to come back to work.

MaineGeneral Health in Augusta has reached out to health-care workers, many of whom were denied unemployment compensation after they were fired, according to The Maine Wire.

Former registered nurse Terry Poland shared the message she received from the employer that booted her.

“You were once a proud member of the MaineGeneral team. Would you consider rejoining us? We would be pleased to discuss options with you,” the facility told her in a text, per The Maine Wire.

“As you know, nearly 2 years ago MaineGeneral had to comply with a state mandate for COVID-19 vaccination. We lost a number of great employees as a result, including you,” MaineGeneral continued, noting that the vaccination rule has been waived by the state.

Return of COVID Restrictions? Instead Of Complying, Here’s One Way To Be Prepared

Despite hard economic times after losing her job, Poland, who made about $75,000 a year before being fired, was not tempted.

“I was livid. Like, how dare you force me out of a career that I’ve dedicated my whole life to, taken away my livelihood, my ability to earn a good income, and now you think I’m gonna come grovel back to you?” Poland said.

“I don’t hardly think so. And that’s the attitude of most everybody that I’ve been in contact with since yesterday.”

Poland would not accept the mRNA vaccines.

“I knew enough not to take it. I’ve been a nurse long enough to know I need to question what new products are. I’m not going to be the first one to jump on board of an experiment,” she said, noting that her Christian convictions also came into play over concern for the use of fetal tissues in developing the drug.

The result was that she was fired and accused of misconduct, which meant she could not collect unemployment benefits, according to The Maine Wire.

Joy McKenna, director of communications for MaineGeneral, said only “a few people” have been interested in returning.

Some nurses who were fired and later fought back in court have scored victories.

Roswell Park Comprehensive Care Center has been ordered to reinstate nurse Wendy Cooper and negotiate retroactive pay and benefits with her, according to The Buffalo News.

State Supreme Court Justice Emilio Colaiacovo ruled this week that an arbitrator’s decision that went against Cooper was “irrational, violative of public policy and contrary to the interests of justice.”

“Ms. Cooper is an unfortunate victim in the wake of excesses exhibited by governors, administrators, legislatures, and yes, even the judiciary,” the ruling said. “All too frequently did critical thinking and the exercise of personal liberties expire at the altar of false righteousness, fear and authority.”

“Since the mandate which formed the basis for Ms. Cooper’s termination was found to be invalid while the matter was being litigated (in arbitration), the arbitrator’s decision upholding the termination must be vacated,” Colaiacovo wrote.

“It is troubling to find that this arbitrator found it fair and just to confirm Cooper’s termination despite there being scant evidence of Ms. Cooper being derelict in her duties, incompetent or insubordinate, other than refusing to take a vaccine pursuant to a mandate which was found to be found null and void, that the person issuing the mandate lacked the authority to do so, and that the rule was unenforceable.”

Roswell Park said it will appeal the decision.

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nelisiwekhethiwesibiya · 2 months

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SMILE FOUNDATION

OUR VISION

We help children live a life inspired by confidence and possibility, no matter their circumstances.

OUR MISSION

We transform their lives of children affected by facial abnormalities and severe burns through the best possible surgical and psychological care.

CONTACT DETAILS

Contact person : Tarri Parfitt: [email protected]

Phone: 010 753 3034

Address: 57 6th Road, Hyde Park, Sandton 2196

Fax number: 086 500 3351

FOUR SUCCESSFUL STORIES

BABY ALEX

Baby Alex, a bright and cheerful baby boy was born with a cleft lip. He received surgery at R.M.S.A.H (Kimberley Hospital). It is an absolute privilege to see baby Alex after his surgery. Such a special boy who gets to fit in like every other child.

LOGAN PETZER

Logan was born on the 11 January 2018 with a cleft lip & palate. This little hero has undergone 2 surgeries, one to correct his cleft lip and the second to repair his cleft palate. He has just undergone his 18 month check-up & look at the transformation.

LINAMANDA LOYITI

This little patient’s story and journey is just heartwarming, filled with hope, gratitude, and endless joy. Joy, especially for Linamanda and his mother Nomzane, is an ever-present possibility. Nomzame fondly shares the tale of her “Poster Boy” – her sheer delight at his feature on a Smile Week poster during the Smile Week at Tygerberg Hospital. For them, it’s not just a poster; it’s a treasure trove of memories.Despite a severe cleft lip and palate, Linamanda has undergone multiple surgeries and faced them like a true hero. Linamanda has shown remarkable progress. He’s now a lively, active, and cheerful child who plays well with others

BROWIN JANTJIES

Bronwin Jantjies, alongside Wendy, Smile Foundation’s Western Cape Coordinator, embarked on a three-year journey filled with challenges. Bronwin faced hardships due to abnormally large breasts, which led to a loss of enthusiasm for school and self-esteem issues, stemming from ridicule and teasing. She also endured physical discomfort, sleep difficulties, and the pain of shopping. The COVID-19 pandemic further complicated her path from 2020 to 2022. However, she persevered with Wendy’s unwavering support.

When restrictions eased, Bronwin’s determination paid off, and her breast reduction surgery in November 2022 was a game-changer. She gained her confidence back, standing up to her peers, and radiated joy at her Matric Dance. She expressed heartfelt gratitude, saying, “Dit is ‘n verligting en sy is so dankbaar. I am smiling all the way at My Matric Dance, THANK YOU TO SMILE FOUNDATION, PROF, AND THE MEDICAL TEAM.”

PRESS RELEASE

Smile Foundation 07 February 2024

Smile Foundation upcoming events.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Johannesburg, Sandton 07 February 2024- This year marks the 24th anniversary of Smile Foundation's mission to improve the comfort, health, and happiness of infants and young people suffering from severe burns and orofacial clefts.

To celebrate their hard work done ever the years, Smile Foundation is hosting a Charity Skydive and Cycle ride, these events that will take place on the 27th of April and 24th of September both these will be fundraising events to raise funds for the children.

The first Smile Foundation event is the charity skydiving, which will take place at the Johannesburg skydiving club on the 27th of April 2024, the event will start from 08:00am till 17:00.

This charity skydiving is a great way to support the Smile Foundation's life-saving work. Your money will benefit children with cleft lips/palate, children suffering from severe burns and others in need to help them reach their dreams for a better future. Your donation builds a community dedicated to making a difference by raising money and awareness for other causes.

The price for this charity skydivning event will cost R3000 per person plus a R30 hot pink ribbon for the cleft lip/palate awarness.

The second event is the Cycle ride that will take pace on the 24th of September 2024 at Cape Point National park, the participants will cycle 160 kilometers.

If you’re one of the fortunate few to be able to secure your spot in this epic ride, then you’ll have to act quickly as there’s only eight places available on a first-come, first-serve basis. In the R3500 category which will include anSmiles Foundation cycle jersey and socks.A limited number of each of these sizes will be available. If you can’t find the size you’re looking for, they will send you a new one.

The initiative's whole proceeds will go towards giving children with severe burns and facial deformities surgery and rehabilitation treatments.

Should you be interested in learning more about this project and buying hot pink ribbons

contact our event planner Jennifer at [email protected] or call us at 010 753 3043

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Reza Imani Iranian talented entrepreneur's Biography + Photos

Reza Imani, a notable figure in the Iranian healthcare landscape, Iranian entrepreneur and founder of Iman Health Life Company. was born on August 15, 1997, in Esfarayen, North Khorasan Province.

Early Life and Education

Reza Imani pursued his nursing studies, obtaining his bachelor's degree in 2019 before transitioning to Tehran. He initiated his career at Parsian Hospital before volunteering at Modarres Hospital in Saadat Abad, Tehran, during the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic, where he devoted his efforts to the ICU COVID-19 ward.

Education and Career

Imani completed his Bachelor's degree in Nursing from Esfarayen University of Medical Sciences. Throughout his academic journey, he engaged in research collaborations with professors, resulting in several published scholarly articles.

He contributed his skills and expertise to various hospitals, including Parsian, Modarres, Taleghani, and the Judiciary Hospital, notably during the challenging times of the COVID-19 crisis. Additionally, Imani held supervisory roles at Nyayesh Neuropsychiatry Hospital, primarily serving veterans of the Iran-Iraq War.

Entrepreneurship and Leadership

In 2021, Reza Imani established the Iman Health Life Company, a prominent healthcare entity operating in treatment, education, and service sectors, employing over 100 individuals.

Research and Publications

Imani authored the book "First Aid for Everyone" and contributed to several scholarly articles, including:

"The Position of Traditional Medicine in Islam and Existing Perspectives" (2016)

"Investigating Nursing Students' Attitudes and Medical Emergency Priorities Regarding the ASCI Exam" (2016)

"The Impact of Clinical Experiences on Answering Questions in the Nursing Master's Entrance Exam" (2017)

"Assessing the Level of Safety Against Hepatitis B in New Entrant Students Before Clinical Entry" (2018)

Advocacy and Community Engagement

Since 2020, Reza Imani has been an advocate for nursing professionals' rights, actively campaigning for improved working conditions and rights for hospital nurses.

In 2022, he co-founded the Nursing Appreciation Association and Coalition, a significant initiative dedicated to advocating for healthcare personnel. Furthermore, in 2023, Imani ran as a candidate in the country's nursing system elections under the Nursing Appreciation Coalition.

Professional Responsibilities

Founder of Iman Health Company

Founder of the Health Life Scientific and Practical Academy

Founder of five wound and ostomy clinics in Greater Tehran

Founder of two Zagil treatment clinics in Greater Tehran

Founder of the Health Life online shop specializing in wound and skin products

Exclusive distributor of Iranian Light Therapy devices

Nurse at Parsian, Modarres, Taleghani, and Judiciary Hospitals

Supervisor at Nyayesh Neuropsychiatry Hospital

Reza Imani's journey reflects a profound commitment to healthcare, entrepreneurship, and advocacy, demonstrating his dedication to societal well-being.

Resources

https://en.wikialpha.org/wiki/Reza_Imani

#Reza Imani #Reza Imani entrepreneur

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Hi Boop (is it okay to call you that?),

I remember reading a post by you where you mentioned doing an elaborate ritual to change your life (or something similar) in a moment of desperation.

Would you mind sharing what you did or guide me to resources to do/craft something similar? It'd be extremely helpful (honestly, I don't even mind some false hope at this point) if there's something magical that can help me out of this stagnancy.

(I tried doing everything magical and mundane to take the slow and steady route, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with ADHD and depression).

TIA for your time and consideration 🍁

Hey, I am the anon who sent that ask about that ritual you did. I am sorry if it was triggering or something. I should have thought of that before sending it. Really sorry.

Hey, anon! I go by Boop or Amélie on here, so pick your poison really, either is fine.

Firstly, thank you for thinking of my feelings in your second ask; I appreciate the concern. I can assure you, I'm completely fine with this question, and I try to only post things on which I am willing to discuss or have further questions asked of.

Secondly, I apologize for the delay in responding. I was trying to fish back through my memory for the post you think of (Tumblr has a cesspit of a search engine), and did not want to rush to reply.

I believe I have had two instances of desperation, or at least there are only two that come to mind. If it's the first you're speaking of, then I'm afraid I don't have much I can say on the matter. I'll talk about the first a bit, just to add clarity, but you can skip it if you prefer; it mentions a bit of child abuse/neglect, which frankly isn't for everyone.

When I was a child, my mother had pushed me down the stairs of our apartment complex, thereby breaking/fracturing (I didn't go to the hospital until my teens so it was hard to tell by then), one of my ribs. At night, I prayed for all my suffering to end, with death or whatever, it didn't really matter to me which. So... less a ritual and more desperate pleading? I can't even tell you if it was successful or not. That same year I was kicked out and left for my father to pick up, and then by the time that summer ended, my mother had moved to the other side of the country. Whether or not I caused these things, I can't say. I was hated as a kid, and my mother had been talking about moving for quite some time, so it may have only been a natural occurrence my nine year old self took to be a sign of the gods finally hearing me.

As for the second one, that one I did have full control over, but it was only related to righting the mundane aspects of my life, namely money. I have a fondness for candle spells and petitions, and I work closely with a couple of Gods known for riches, so I don't struggle when it comes to righting my finances. In this case, I was working tirelessly for CVS, under a manager who verbally abused my coworkers and took advantage of his staff at every opportunity. Covid had swept through my state, nearly killed my older sister, and I felt helpless, overwhelmed, exhausted, and my apartment at the time housed the one grandmother who always made it a point to degrade me whenever we were in the same building. The one thing I wanted, the one thing I thought might fix everything, was enough money to sustain me and let me live totally on my own.

From this second case, I drafted a money spell, and I dedicated myself to nightly prayer, offerings, and mental and physical cleansing. For context, my background primarily lies in ceremonial magic, so it's something of a habit for me to come to my workings with such a mindset, though I can't often fast due to my anemia. Anyways! Within six months, my income became stable, and after three years, it tripled to the "impossible end result" I'd set way back when. I haven't had need to perform a money spell since, and I still maintain enough funds to put myself back through school, keep up with my book buying hobbies, and take time off regularly to enjoy such things. (I'd just like to clarify, this isn't meant to be a brag or anything; I'm just trying to provide the whole picture for what this spell achieved.)

I'll reblog the spell if I can find it, but as I don't really know what kind of change you're looking to see, I'm not entirely sure if it will be of use to you.

For the record, I typically draw inspiration for my spells from the grimoires and books on magical theory that I read. If I combine what I've read with the teachings of spirit, then the results tend to follow suit. Magic, in my mind, should be organic rather than formulaic in its creation. A proper balance between a scientific and intuitive outlook is primarily what I strive for.

Please feel free to reach out should you have any more questions. I hardly ever get engagement like this anymore, and asks have always been a particular favorite of mine 🥰

#boop's asks #spell work

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