#emergency medicine career paths

[mssainz]

PART 4 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: Angsty

AN: A little backstory about YN , a flashback from five years ago. Thank you guys. I appreciate all your comments. Let me know your reaction and if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love y'all!

It's done. You are now divorced. You are no longer Mrs. Sainz. You are sitting on the bed feeling empty, looking at the bedroom floor.

So what now?

You grabbed your phone on your side table and dialed your Mom's number. It took a few rings before your Mom picked it up.

“Mom, I'm going home.” Your mom didn’t say anything and hope you have a safe flight.

You didn’t wait for a second and immediately grabbed your luggage. You gently fold all your clothes and stuff them into your bag. You then went to the bathroom to grab your skin care products and other toiletries. After making sure that all your things are complete, you zipped and sealed your luggages. You saw the gold commitment in your ring finger and a shiny diamond one you got when you said yes.

“You two are way more expensive than filing a divorce,” You whispered and scoffed at yourself. You removed your necklace, then your rings, and made them as a pedant.

“Maybe, I can take you to an auction. Engagement and wedding ring from Carlos Sainz.” You let out a painful laugh before putting the necklace in your bag. Your finger feels strange without them, after wearing them for almost three years.

You put on the most casual outfit you can grab, a black trousers, white shirt, and a black cap. You also put on a face mask to hide your face. You don’t want any paparazzi following you at the airport. You just want to leave in peace and make a simple statement of your break up. Being questioned about what happened and explaining everything is the least thing that you wanna do. It feels like squeezing lime on your opened cut.

You arrived at the airport earlier than your scheduled flight. Gladly, there are only a few people in the vicinity. You sat down in the waiting area and unlocked your phone. You deleted Carlos' phone number and even blocked him in all of your social media accounts. Painful for you but you also deleted any contacts of his family, his father, mother, and even his siblings. You also unfollowed anything related to Formula 1. But you didn’t unfollow some of the drivers that you are close with.

After almost a day flight, you finally arrived. It feels great to be back in your home country. Your mom fetched you at the airport. She initiated some small talks on your way home but didn’t dare to mention anything about your divorce. She wants you, yourself to open up about it if you are comfortable to talk about the whole situation.

You proceed to your old room after getting out of the car. You and your mom brought your luggages in your room and began unpacking them. You opened your closet and saw your white coat hanging. It has your name with MD on it. “Emergency Medicine,” you whispered as you read what's on your coat. Warm tears started falling from your eyes.

“What did I do wrong, Mom? I gave up my career for him. I let this go to be with him. I chose another path of my life and tried to settle down, followed him to the other side of the world. How could he do this to me?” Your mom looked at you and stopped unpacking your bags. She is disheartened, staring at you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees. It is her first time seeing you cry and break down after everything that happened. She is actually worried about you as you didn’t show any tears when Carlos filed the divorcement papers, when you found out about your baby, and after everything. It’s like your emotions shut down. You were just filled with mixed feelings and couldn’t even process it as everything happened so fast.

She walks towards you and sits beside you. She didn't say anything, she knows that words are not what you need right now. You need ears, who can listen to you.

“I hate myself, Mom. I let myself be fooled by a man and I'm now fucking pregnant with his child. He doesn't even know, I'm having his own blood and genes. And I don't even know where to start with my life again. I have nothing left, Mom. I am such a mess,”

She can feel how broken you are. She hates seeing you cry and hate yourself for something you are not the one to blame.

“I sold all my properties in Madrid, even the coffee shop Mom. I can't go back there. I can't be in his hometown. I can't even bear the thought of breathing the same air he breathes. I can't Mom, I don't wanna.” Your voice is broken and so you are. Your words are nearly inaudible and your face is filled with glistening tears which can't seem to stop pouring. Your sorrow left you having difficulty catching your breath.

“He knows how cheating and lying was my last straw. He always knew that. He knows about Dad, what he did and how he left us, Mom. Why did he have to repeat the same history as he did? Why do I have to go through this again? Why do I keep catching men in my life kissing another woman? How can they put me in this position?” You are on the verge of hyperventilating from crying. Hence, your mom gently held your arms and made you face her eyes.

“Baby, look at me. Breathe, my love,” She started exhaling and inhaling with you to calm your nerves down and control the pace of your breathing.

“Mom, I don't know what to do. What should I do?” You asked her while she was wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“You don't have to do anything, my love. You don't need to know what you should do at the very moment. I just want you to take care of yourself. Just have a meal, take a shower, and rest. Mommy got you, okay? I always do.”

She pulled you into her arms to give you a safe space to cry. Her words gave you an inner peace, a reminder to take it slow. You don't need to know what the future holds for now.

“And stop saying you have nothing left. You have me, honey. You have this,” your mom said before putting her warm hand on your belly.

I have Cael. When I thought I had nothing left, I had him. He is the only one I can call my own.

YN'S Private Instagram Post

"my sunshine Sebastian Cael Sainz"

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AN: Should YN put the necklace in an auction? Just kidding. Please unhide your accounts guys, I can't tag you if its hidden huhu. Thank youuuu!

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[nayziiz]

Dressing Room | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (you/her/she)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

Masterlist

She had been stressing about the outfit from the moment she laid eyes on it in the store. It wasn't just any outfit; it was her armour, her first line of defence in the battlefield of first impressions. Today was no ordinary day; it was the day of her most crucial job interview yet. As she stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room, scrutinising every detail, her mind raced with thoughts of the looming consequences of failure.

The stakes were high. Failure meant more than just a missed opportunity; it meant facing the grim reality of having to pack her bags and move back home. The mere thought sent shivers down her spine. Moving back home would feel like admitting defeat, like surrendering to the expectations and doubts of her parents.

Her parents never understood her passion for art, always questioning why she didn't pursue a more "practical" career path like medicine or law. But she couldn't deny her calling, couldn't ignore the fire that burned within her to create, to express herself through her art. Yet, with each rejection letter and failed interview, their voices grew louder, their doubts echoing in her mind.

Her heart raced as she realised the gravity of the situation. It was a last-minute interview, sprung upon her with little warning or time to prepare. As she frantically rummaged through her closet, her hands grazed over worn-out shirts and faded jeans, none of which felt suitable for the occasion.

Her friend, Carla, ever the optimist, had tried to reassure her, insisting that she had plenty of great options. But to her, it felt like every garment she owned had suddenly lost its appeal, leaving her feeling utterly unprepared and vulnerable.

Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself of all the hours she had poured into preparing for this moment, the countless nights spent honing her skills and perfecting her portfolio. She couldn't let it all go to waste now.

As she stepped out of the dressing room, her heart pounded with nervous anticipation. She had meticulously chosen her outfit—a black skirt that reached below her knees, paired with a dark green cropped blouse that accentuated her slender frame. Yet, as she emerged into the bustling store, her eyes scanned the crowd in search of her friend, only to find empty space where her reassuring presence should have been.

A pang of anxiety surged through her as she realised she was on her own, left to navigate this pivotal moment without the comfort of her friend's guidance. She hesitated for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable under the gaze of strangers.

As Charles walked by, his attention was suddenly arrested by her presence. There she stood, amidst the sea of shoppers, a striking figure that seemed to transcend the ordinary. His gaze lingered on her, drawn irresistibly to the effortless elegance with which she carried herself.

In that moment, she seemed almost ethereal, like a muse summoned from the depths of his imagination. Her allure was undeniable, a magnetic pull that left him momentarily breathless.

As he glanced at her, a flicker of recognition ignited within him. It wasn't just her physical beauty that struck a chord; it was the familiarity of her presence, a sense of déjà vu that whispered of shared moments through the lens of social media.

With a sudden surge of realisation, he recalled the countless hours he had spent scrolling through her Instagram art profile, marvelling at the brilliance of her creations. Each painting had captured his imagination, drawing him into a world of colour and emotion that he had never experienced before.

Her talent had left an indelible mark on him, sparking a sense of awe and admiration that transcended the digital divide. And now, here she was, standing before him in the flesh, her artistry radiating from every pore.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he contemplated the serendipity of their encounter. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would come face to face with the artist whose work had captivated his heart.

“The green looks lovely on you,” he commented, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity as he casually approached the dressing room area, feigning interest in trying on something himself.

His words were offered with a genuine warmth, a subtle acknowledgment of her choice in attire and an admiration for how it complemented her complexion. Though it was a simple remark, it carried a weight of appreciation, a recognition of her beauty that went beyond the surface.

As he glanced in her direction, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled with gratitude, a soft blush dusting her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. It was a fleeting moment, yet one that seemed to linger in the air, charged with a quiet intensity.

“Thank you. I'm actually struggling to find something to wear,” she sighed, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration as she confided in him.

Her words carried a vulnerability that resonated with him, prompting him to pause and offer her a sympathetic smile. He could sense the weight of her uncertainty, the pressure of wanting to make a good impression weighing heavily on her shoulders.

“I know the feeling,” he replied with a reassuring nod, his tone gentle and understanding. “Sometimes, it's like nothing in the store quite matches what we have in mind, right?”

He offered her a moment of solidarity, a shared understanding born from his own experiences of sifting through racks of clothes in search of the perfect ensemble. In that moment, they were united by a common struggle, bonded by the shared quest for sartorial satisfaction.

But beneath the surface, there was also a flicker of admiration for her honesty, for her willingness to let down her guard and share her concerns with a stranger. It was a small gesture, yet one that spoke volumes about her character—a testament to her authenticity and openness.

“Special occasion?” He wondered aloud, his curiosity piqued by her choice of attire.

“A job interview at a local art museum,” she answered, a slight blush gracing her cheeks as she revealed the reason behind her carefully selected outfit.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her as she spoke. The notion of interviewing for a position at an art museum seemed to perfectly align with her elegant demeanour and artistic sensibility.

“Wow, that sounds like a fantastic opportunity,” he remarked, genuine enthusiasm colouring his tone.

As she smiled in response to his encouragement, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, knowing that he had played a small part in bolstering her confidence for the interview ahead.

“If only I could dress the part, it would help,” she chuckled half-heartedly, a hint of resignation underlying her words. Charles nodded in understanding, his mind already racing with ideas.

“I could help? I don't know much about fashion, but I have an interest in art. No reason why the two shouldn't mesh,” he suggested, a glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes.

“I've never thought of it like that. Please, I would appreciate it,” she agreed, a grateful smile lighting up her features.

“Wonderful. I'm Charles, by the way,” he introduced himself, extending his hand in a gesture of friendship.

“I'm y/n,” she responded, returning the handshake with a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Let me grab some stuff and then you can change into what you like,” Charles suggested, his eagerness evident as he disappeared into the store once again.

As she nodded in agreement, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. Here was someone who not only understood her passion for art but was also willing to lend a helping hand in a realm where she felt less confident.

After a few minutes, Charles returned, his arms laden with an assortment of clothing—dresses in vibrant hues, colourful blouses, bright pants, jackets adorned with eye-catching patterns, and more. Each piece seemed to radiate with its own unique personality, a reflection of Charles's eclectic taste and artistic sensibility.

“Here we go,” Charles exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he laid out the garments before her. “Feel free to try on anything that catches your eye. And don't worry about being adventurous—sometimes, the boldest choices can make the strongest statements.”

Grateful for his encouragement, she surveyed the array of options before her, her heart fluttering with anticipation. With Charles's guidance and support, she felt emboldened to explore new avenues of style and self-expression, eager to see where this collaboration would take her.

As she disappeared behind the velvet curtain to try on the flowy blouse and loose-fit black pants, Charles settled into a nearby chair, pulling out his phone to occupy himself while he waited.

“What museum did you say it was?” He asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced up from his phone.

“Villa Polomo,” came her response from behind the curtain, her voice slightly muffled but still audible.

Charles nodded thoughtfully, his mind racing with thoughts of the renowned museum. Villa Polomo was not just any museum—it was a bastion of culture and creativity, a place where artists and art enthusiasts alike came together to celebrate the beauty of human expression.

And now, here she was, on the brink of potentially joining the ranks of those who had left their mark on Villa Polomo's storied halls. The thought filled Charles with a sense of pride, knowing that he had played a small part in helping her prepare for this momentous occasion.

With a sense of determination, Charles quickly composed a message to the head curator of Villa Polomo, a longtime acquaintance with whom he had forged a strong rapport over the years.

“Hey, it's Charles. Hope you're doing well. I wanted to tell you about a talented artist named y/n who's interviewing for a position at the museum. Her work is truly exceptional, and I thought she'd be a fantastic addition to your team. Keep an eye out for her application—you won't be disappointed.”

As he hit send, Charles couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. He knew that y/n had the talent and the drive to succeed on her own merit, but he also wanted to do everything in his power to ensure that her art found its rightful place within the hallowed halls of Villa Polomo.

And as he waited for a response from the head curator, Charles couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the cusp of witnessing something truly special—an artist's journey from humble beginnings to the pinnacle of success, with Villa Polomo serving as the ultimate canvas for her boundless creativity.

As Carla returned to the dressing room area, her steps faltered slightly upon seeing Charles seated nearby. However, any hesitation melted away as y/n's voice floated from behind the curtain.

“I quite like this blouse, Charles,” y/n exclaimed, her tone filled with enthusiasm. “Maybe I need to get a different colour pants to match the blouse.”

Carla's lips curved into a smile as she listened to their exchange, her presence adding a touch of camaraderie to the moment. A few seconds later, y/n emerged from behind the curtain, and the sight before them was nothing short of breathtaking. The flowy blouse draped elegantly over her frame, its vibrant hue perfectly complementing her complexion. Paired with the loose-fit black pants, she looked like a vision of effortless beauty—a dream brought to life.

Carla's eyes widened in admiration as she took in y/n's transformed appearance.

“Wow, you look amazing,” she exclaimed, genuine awe colouring her voice.Charles couldn't help but nod in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Absolutely stunning,” he chimed in, his words infused with genuine admiration.

“Where were you?” y/n inquired as Carla returned to their midst.

“I had to take a call, but it seems you were in capable hands. I'm Carla,” she explained, her tone warm and friendly. Charles nodded in acknowledgment, extending his hand to shake Carla's.

“Charles, and it's only been a pleasure helping out,” he replied with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the genuine enjoyment he had found in assisting y/n with her outfit selection.

Carla returned the smile, a sense of gratitude evident in her expression.

As Charles excused himself and disappeared into the store floor, Carla's observant gaze lingered on y/n, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“He was cute!” Carla observed with a knowing grin. “Did you get his number?”

Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she shook her head adamantly.

“No!” She argued, though a part of her couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that Charles's presence had stirred within her.

Unbeknownst to her, Charles was already plotting his next move, determined to see her again, especially at Villa Polomo in Monaco. With a sense of purpose driving him forward, he set his plan into motion, knowing that their paths were destined to cross once more.

And as y/n and Carla continued their conversation, unaware of the role fate had yet to play in their lives, Charles remained steadfast in his resolve, eager to seize the opportunity to reconnect with y/n and perhaps, pave the way for a future filled with endless possibilities.

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[unabashegirl]

Echo — one shot (preview and link)

Author's note: Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have writen a one shot. It is exclusive for Patreon, but I will be leaving it open, for twenty hours so some of you get a chance to read it before it locks.

Below it's a short preview. I'll leave the link so, you can access it. I hope you like it!

Aurora Knight had always been sharp, bright, and endlessly curious, but above all, she was remarkably disciplined. So, when the time arrived to select a career path, her parents were taken aback by her choice of medicine. Aurora's unwavering discipline had guided her through many challenges, yet the surgical program posed an entirely new and demanding playing field.

At 27 years old, Aurora Knight was a striking figure with her long, tousled blonde hair framing her face. Her hazel eyes sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief, reflecting her sharp wit and curious nature. Despite her petite stature, there was an undeniable presence about her, an aura of confidence and determination that seemed to radiate from within. With a warm smile that could light up a room, Aurora carried herself with a grace.

"We'll be dividing into groups now," Camille announced, her voice carrying over the bustling activity of the surgical wing. "Each group will be assigned a new case, with an attending and resident in charge. Please listen to your resident and attending," she emphasized, gesturing for the interns to pay attention.

Aurora listened attentively as Camille began calling out last names, assigning each intern to their respective groups. As the names were called, excitement buzzed through the room, mingled with a touch of nervous energy.

"I hope I get to be with Dr. Styles," Aurora heard a voice beside her murmur. She couldn't help but smile at the comment, the sentiment echoing her own thoughts about the charming head of the cardiac surgery program.

Y/N kept her gaze fixed on the floor, not bothering to glance up at the others around her. Despite her outward confidence, it was all a facade. In truth, she was more of an introvert, often finding solace in the quiet moments of reflection.

However, being reserved didn't mean she was blind. She couldn't help but admire his striking features from the corner of her eye.

"Knight," Camille's voice finally broke through her thoughts, and Y/N looked up to see Camille pointing to a group of five. She was the last to be called, completing the group.

"You five will be heading down to the emergency room," Camille commanded, her voice firm. "You do remember where it is, right?" All five of them nodded in response. Aurora, however, couldn't recall, but she still nodded, not wanting to risk embarrassing herself and standing out.

The group of interns began to make their way downstairs in silence. None of them knew each other, but circumstances had brought them together on this task.

"Does anyone actually know where it is?" one of the men finally broke the silence, voicing the question that had likely been on all their minds.

The question hung in the air for a moment before Aurora spoke up, her voice steady despite the slight nervous flutter in her stomach. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted, her hazel eyes meeting the gaze of her fellow interns.

The man who had asked the question nodded in understanding, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guess we’ll figure it out all together" he reassured, his tone friendly. “I am Milo”

“Aurora” She shook his hand.

The group continued down the corridors of the hospital, following the signs that pointed toward the emergency room. As they walked, conversation began to flow more freely, the initial awkwardness of being strangers starting to fade.

Aurora found herself drawn into the discussions, her curiosity piqued as she listened to her new colleagues share their experiences and aspirations. Despite the nerves that still lingered in the back of her mind, she couldn't deny the sense of camaraderie that was beginning to form among them.

Soon, they reached the bustling entrance of the emergency room, the controlled chaos of medical staff and patients filling the space. Camille had mentioned they would be assisting with a new case, and Aurora felt a surge of anticipation mingled with a touch of apprehension.

"We should check in with the attending," one of the interns suggested, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group as they took in the scene before them.

Aurora nodded in agreement, the group moving towards the attending physician who was overseeing the ER that day.

They stood awkwardly a few feet away from Niall as he diligently checked over some charts and finished a note on a patient. All five of them glanced at each other, silently urging someone to muster the courage to approach.

Eventually, Niall felt the weight of their glances on him and spoke up without looking up from his work. "I won't bite," he said, trying to ease the tension. “He is in there”

Just as they were about to make a move, the voice of Dr. Styles boomed through the room. "About time! Where the bloody hell have you been?!" he yelled, the urgency evident in his tone.

The interns hurried into the room, where they found Dr. Styles performing CPR on an unconscious patient. "What are you doing? Get in here!" he commanded, his voice urgent as he gestured for them to join him.

Aurora struggled to maintain focus, but it was nearly impossible not to be captivated by Dr. Styles' striking appearance as he fought to save a life. The muscles beneath his uniform strained with effort, his hair falling in disarray as he applied pressure. Despite his intense concentration, a furrowed brow revealed his determination to revive the patient. Suddenly, his commanding voice snapped her out of her reverie.

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[mademoiselle-red]

Eulogy (a TC fic)

“We are gathered here today to honor the life of our dear friend, Emily Nora Adrian. Emily was a woman of courage and compassion, who found her calling in medicine. She enjoyed a successful, four decade career, beginning as a nurse in training in an E.M.S. Hospital during the war, and eventually taking the position of Head Nurse at the Bristol General. In her many years of service, both within the halls of the hospital and in her devotion to community and friends, Emily touched many lives. One of the lives she touched was mine.”

“I first met Emily in the summer of 1940, when she was still a nurse in training at that E.M.S. hospital where I was a patient, freshly evaluated from Dunkirk. Our paths crossed when I was wheeled out of the operating room and she lent me a sympathetic hand to hold as I came off the morphine and rambled on about foolish things. We struck up a friendship, of the casual, transient sort that young people thrown together into similar circumstances often did during the war.”

“Emily always said that there is a right time and a right place for people to meet each other, and the war wasn’t simply wasn’t our time. Because you see, when Emily and I met in 1940, we thought we ought to marry each other, and neither of us found the prospect enticing, but we were both loathe to show it. We believed we were alone in our queerness. And in our awkwardness and anxiety, we began to avoid each other, in the end, not knowing the other felt the same way. But I like to think that we’d recognized something familiar in each other that summer, and it was that shared sensibility that drew us unconsciously together.”

“When I was transferred away to the Bridstow general hospital in the autumn of 1940, it seemed like that would be the end of our acquaintance. And for over four decades, we heard and saw nothing of each other, until our paths crossed again, over four decades later, in 1981.”

“We became reacquainted again when I retired from my job and started volunteering at the Bridstow Switchboard, which Emily and her partner, Babs Whitely, had founded in 1977. It was a confidential helpline that provided counsel, information, and emergency shelter for gays and lesbians, primarily youth who were rejected by their families. Emily and I got to know each other very well this time around, and had quite the laugh over our youthful misunderstandings.”

“I think Emily would agree if I were to say that our friendship truly began in the winter of the 1981, when we met as individuals who knew who we were and what we wanted to do with it. I was searching for a sense of continuity and purpose after retiring from my career. Emily wanted to make a difference.”

“In 1985, she helped organize the Bridstow Lesbian Line, which collected blood donations to provide an undeniable community service and support the gay men who were being left out of the transfusion services. She was also deeply involved in ACT UP Bridstow, tirelessly raising funds for AIDS research and programs to bring food, necessities, and friendship to those too ill to care for themselves.”

“Emily explained to me once, that because she could not go back to the home she came from, it felt especially important to preserve and recreate the comforts and pastimes that made one feel at home. She had been an avid tennis player since she first learned to walk, and had in fact chosen her house based on its proximity to the tennis court. She was also a great host of garden parties. Babs was the one who did the actual gardening, but Emily welcomed each spring and summer with the most charming tea parties, proudly showing off both Babs’ work and her own new culinary experiments.”

“Those are the memories I will cherish the most as I miss my friend. We are parted once again, this time by the final barrier. So rest well on the other side, Emily. And until we meet again, Goodbye.”

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[barnabytremayne]

From Nursing to Creative Expression: Embracing My Autistic Identity

I have often contemplated the rituals of the corporate world, the intricacies of a system built on unwritten codes and societal expectations. I am the observer, the one who dissects patterns with a singular perspective. In a career as an autistic nurse, I found myself immersed in a realm that demanded empathy, precision, and a profound comprehension of the human condition.

It began with an unwavering curiosity about the human body, its inner workings, and the labyrinth of illnesses and treatments. Medicine beckoned, and I answered the call. But the domain of healthcare swiftly revealed itself as a perplexing maze, laden with its hierarchies, protocols, and the unspoken subtleties of human interaction.

For an autistic individual, these corridors were often shrouded in opacity. The fluidity of social engagements, the discreet dance of office politics, and the sensory cacophony of a bustling hospital were challenges uniquely poised for those like me. In the corporate healthcare sphere, I treaded through enigmatic territories without a compass, guided solely by a compass of my own creation.

Nonetheless, my determination to leave an indelible imprint remained unswerving. I discerned that my ardent interest in dentistry held the power to mold my career in unforeseen ways. Dentistry ceased to be a profession; it metamorphosed into an impassioned journey, a vessel for the meticulous focus and the attention to minute details inherent to my autistic disposition.

The path led me to a role as a dental nurse, a departure from the standard clinical terrain. The dental practice, with its subdued ambience and more intimate teams, suited my sensory predilections. Here, I reveled in the minutiae of dental procedures, meticulously sterilising instruments, and lending vital support to the dental practitioners.

Yet, the clinical veneer of dentistry carried its own share of tribulations. My devotion to precision, my capacity to discern patterns, and my unique perspective often set me apart, not always to my advantage. My colleagues respected my commitment to detail, but the intricate realm of workplace social dynamics continued to be an intricate puzzle, a terrain I negotiated with caution.

Autism, I realized, was not a chink in my armour but the source of my fortitude. My singular focus, my undivided dedication to accuracy, and my unwavering commitment to patient well-being were attributes that transcended the boundaries of convention. Over time, I assumed a more confident stance in my role, as my colleagues recognised the intrinsic value I contributed to the team.

The challenges, however, escalated. The relentless pace and the perpetual demand for excellence gradually eroded my mental well-being. Incessant hours, the emotional toll, and the pressures of maintaining unswerving standards within a rapidly evolving field, exacerbated the internal struggle. The dire need for self-care could no longer be sidestepped.

Thus, I found myself on the brink of an abrupt departure from the vocation I had devoted my heart and soul to. It was not a decision made lightly but one dictated by the compelling necessity to safeguard my mental health.

The trials were not confined to the professional front alone. The interpersonal intricacies of the corporate milieu, the unspoken protocols, and the demanding aspects of human relationships were arduous terrain. The sensory maelstrom of the bustling healthcare landscape was an added complication.

And then, amid this transformative chapter, emerged a new path—an unforeseen creative trajectory. Music and art became my sanctuaries, avenues where I could articulate my distinct perspective and engage with a community that shared similar experiences. Here, I found a platform for advocacy and connection, a channel to communicate my journey and discover others who understood.

In the end, the exit from the healthcare profession, while abrupt, became a necessary course. The relentless demands of nursing had unearthed profound revelations about my inner strengths and vulnerabilities, prompting a newfound chapter of self-care and creative expression.

My tenure as a nurse had left an indelible mark on my soul, akin to the traces on an ECG - a testament to the highs and lows, the heartbeats of life's chronicle. While the world of healthcare had its labyrinthine passageways and hidden passages, it also concealed the treasures of understanding, adaptation, and eventual self-discovery.

My journey, as an autistic nurse, revealed that our distinctions were not hindrances but powerful assets. The acute focus on tasks, the unwavering commitment to precision, and the absolute dedication to patient care were traits that transcended the borders of convention. In the corporate world, the unexpected was often the realm of the exceptional.

Thus, the path ahead remains enigmatic, with a desire to shape and navigate the landscapes of self-discovery, creative expression, and well-being. The echoes of my journey resonate in the corridors I've walked, and the lessons learned become the guiding stars in the uncharted night sky of possibilities.

Barnaby J Tremayne

#writing #therapy #autism awareness #autism #actually autistic #actually neurodiverse #neurodivergent #essay #essay writing #nursing #nurses #health care #public health #mental health recovery #create #independent artist #art

[doumadono]

This is probably the most randam ask you'll get, but I found out you're a neurosurgeon and I'm kind of torn between followingg neurosurgery or orthopedic surgery. Do you have any tips on what I should focus on to choose one vs the other? Thank you!

Not at all a random question, and I'm happy to provide some guidance in your decision-making process. As a neurosurgeon, I wholeheartedly encourage individuals to consider this path. While it is undoubtedly one of the most demanding and challenging specialties in medicine, the satisfaction it brings is truly unparalleled, especially when dealing with complex and intricate cases.

Here are a few tips to help you decide:

Reflect on which area ignites your passion more. Which surgeries or conditions fascinate you the most? Your genuine interest will be a driving force in your success.

Research what a typical day is like for each specialty. We (neurosurgeons) often deal with a very complex and delicate procedures involving the brain and nervous system, while orthopedic surgeons work on bones, joints, and soft tissues. Think about which type of surgeries and patient interactions you find more appealing.

Evaluate your own skills and dexterity. Neurosurgery can be more technically demanding!

Assess the duration and rigor of the training required for each specialty. Neurosurgery typically involves a longer and more intensive training period, so be prepared for that commitment (I'm 30 and I am still working on my doctor's thesis)

Consider the lifestyle and work-life balance you desire. Neurosurgery can be demanding, with emergency cases and long hours. Orthopedic surgery might offer a more predictable schedule.

Think about the type of patient interaction you prefer. Neurosurgeons often manage critical conditions, while orthopedic surgeons deal with a broader range of cases, from fractures to joint replacements.

Consider your long-term career goals. Are there specific conditions or patient populations you are passionate about? This might help steer your decision.

Remember that both neurosurgery and orthopedic surgery are noble and rewarding specialties! There's no wrong choice! ♥ Your choice should align with your passions, goals, and what you find personally fulfilling. Take your time, weigh the pros and cons to make an informed decision. Good luck in your journey toward a fulfilling medical career! ♥

#asked and answered #anonymous #good luck #and thank you for an interesting question

[followingeggs]

kyle diabetes hcs!

first i would like to give a shoutout to the episode cherokee hair tampons (2000) <3

under a cut since I Have A Lot Of Thoughts

his mom makes him go to support groups at the hospital. i think sheila would go to parent ones too! but at first she totally drags him around to them and drops his ass off so she can go to hers and eventually he gets excited to go and see other diabetic kids. sometimes he and some kids sneak out of the room they’re being held in and they screw around in another random hospital room.

he also goes to diabetes camp and later he ends up volunteering at it when hes old enough :)

he’s the kind of diabetic that is constantly having low blood sugars. doesnt matter how much he changes his doses his ass will be going low if he doesnt follow the strict diabetic diet of three meals, morning snack, afternoon snack, bedtime snack.

not that it changes anything but i think he was diagnosed when he was around 3-4 and it was REALLY bad. he was in the hospital for a month or two. it took him even longer for him to bounce back. i say this because a) cherokee hair tampons. he needs a kidney transplant and while this isnt common for diabetics, kidney damage is a major known complication of uncontrolled diabetes, so in order for kyle to be dying of kidney failure at the ripe age of 8, it had to have been pretty bad. also b) it isnt really common for someone with type one diabetes to be born with it. it is totally possible but most people with type one (myself included) are diagnosed as small children-teenagers.

when he was diagnosed as a young kid, he decides that he also wants to be a doctor, specifically an endocrinologist. later on he probably decides on another path, either a different medical specialty if he does go into medicine, or a completely different career.

kids at school always think he’s going to die if he eats sugar. adults aren’t much better; when he comes to school he gets special low carb/sugar meals until his parents get a note signed by multiple doctors saying that yes actually, he can eat sugar and it won’t kill him, and if he is seen eating sugar it’s either because he can or because he actually needs to.

kids at school (and garrison) also think that they can catch diabetes, leading basically everyone to ostracize him and avoid him. it again takes sheila and a doctor to come into the class and explain that it’s literally just a genetic thing.

sort of an obvious one- he gets really good at being poked and prodded with all kinds of needles all the time. whenever ike needs a vaccine or bloodwork done, he holds his hand the whole time and helps him through it. (ike doesn’t get over his fear of needles until he’s like. at least ten)

cartman tries to get kyle to give him the emergency snacks he keeps with him at all times. (he carries around capri suns and starbursts btw) anyway one time he steals all of them to sell at school or something (probably around when all the schools started carrying “healthier” foods) without kyle finding out until they are out playing and he has one of the worst low blood sugars hes ever had. cartman never apologizes but it also never happens again

hes the first one in the group to get a cell phone so he can contact his parents better when hes out and about. he kind of hates it because both of his parents are kind of constantly on him for going low, high at school or when hes out in public (his parents have the app that lets them see his blood sugar all the time)

since ike is adopted by the time/after kyle is diagnosed, when he was really little he thought/wished he was diabetic too, so kyle gives him an old blood test kit and a little snack pack for him to carry around.

sheila does not let his ass fast for any holidays when he’s old enough are you kidding me!! but he doesnt eat at all, he just drinks juice in the morning/when he needs to.

when he’s nine or so, his parents incentivize him to start taking more responsibility for his diabetes so that he can start the insulin pump, even though i think he’s pretty independent and is good at doing his own shots and testing regularly, etc. he takes advantage though because the reward is something obscene like an xbox set up in his room or his Very Own Computer. (to be quite honest i think after the whole kidney episode he takes on himself to take care of himself because he doesnt want a repeat of miss information)

from when he’s diagnosed to about nine he uses needles and does manual blood tests but once he gets his insulin pump he also starts using a cgm. this is also when i think he would get his cell phone. anyway gerald sees this as an opportunity for him to actually be able to play organized sports (sports are hard for him before the pump since the physical activity would almost always make him go low and there was really no way to avoid it) and i think kyle would kind of like being able to play more sports at first but tbh.. he ends up missing reading books and other nerd stuff on his weekends so he quits a couple months in. also with his luck he gets hit with balls right where his cgm/infusion site is placed.

when he first gets his pump and cgm he becomes self conscious and tries not to wear clothes that show his infusion site and his cgm and/or scar tissue. as he gets older he gets more comfortable with it BUT. when he first starts using them he doesn’t want anyone at school seeing them, so he plays hooky for the first couple of days. eventually stan and kenny want him back at school so they wear some infusion sites as solidarity for a week or so until he’s more comfortable.

relating to the last one, i think he wears his cgm on his upper arm, and his pump site on his stomach. (tried and true spots tbh)

even though he hates telling people that he’s diabetic and tries not to make it a big deal for anyone, he uses that shit to his advantage! college admission essays, personal statements for grad schools, you name it. i think he hates having extra time on standardized tests though and thats the one thing that he doesnt take.

he does hang out with scott malkinson and sophie sometimes as well! i think that again, sheila makes him hang out with them, but he eventually does come around to them. tbh i also think that they get closer in high school, and they end up in some classes together or something like that, and they study/hang out together. i can see kyle third wheeling with them sometimes when stan/kenny are busy

once he has his kids, he is so, so worried that one or both of them will end up being diagnosed with it. he isn’t paranoid or anything, he does know that its not a huge risk, but he just doesn’t want his kids to have to go through that. so he does blood tests on them every time they’re sick, just to be sure. i also think that either none of his kids ends up being diagnosed, or both of them

stan is so in tune with his blood sugars. he can be annoying about it sometimes but mostly kyle likes that he cares so much. but yeah stan can tell when his blood sugar is crashing or when it’s high without actually checking it. hes like one of those diabetic aide dogs.

whenever kyle doesnt have his cgm and has to do manual blood tests, stan and kenny (and all the other guys if theyre around) all bet on what his blood sugar is going to be. stan usually wins (kyle isnt allowed to bet because he’s always on the money)

for the most part, he takes very good care of himself! he wants to get the fuck out of south park for college, so he makes sure that he has the most perfect A1C, no low/high blood sugar episodes, etc etc. basically, by his junior year of high school, he is managing everything by himself, including going to his appointments and getting his prescriptions.

he gets so annoyed when people bring up type two diabetes or “natural cures” when he tells them he’s diabetic. half the time he just bites his tongue (talking with older people) but other times he snaps and explains the biological differences and everything. usually this happens when he’s talking to someone at school.

he gets so good at explaining things though! at first because he has to explain his illness to a lot of people, specifically kids, from a young age, but as he gets older he gets more articulate, especially when talking about the biology behind it. He also loves kids, so his first job he gets is an after school tutor for elementary/junior high kids.

he also gets soo good at mental math due to carb counting and serving sizes, as well as dose calculating. like he is ridiculously fast with multiplying numbers and other crazy pemdas shit in his head even though math like algebra and calculus aren’t his best subjects.

he is so so careful when he drinks. i dont think he waits until he’s 21 but he definitely only drinks when it’s just him and a small group, or when kenny and/or stan is there and sober. miraculously he gets completely shitfaced one night and doesn’t end up with an insanely low blood sugar (even when he’s drunk he’s smart enough to keep an eye on it and turn his pump to a lower basal rate.) but yeah most of the time he’s designated driver, especially at bigger parties in high school/college.

stan carries around extra snacks for him in his car and his backpack and stuff <3 he always makes sure they are up to date with what he likes to treat his lows with (kyle is constantly changing up which candies/juices he uses. you could NEVER catch him with glucose tablets/gels. he isnt disgusting)

he’s one of the last kids to get his drivers license- i think his mom would be nervous to let her first kid to drive regardless, but the diabetes adds a whole other dimension. mf needs rides EVERYWHERE until he’s like 17 and his mom is finally convinced. (stan totally teaches him to drive at the farm when he learns though, so he actually learns when he’s like 15-16)

#yeah!! im sure i could come up with more but these are just general ones ig. #if anyone has questions feel free to send an ask!! im happy to talk about diabetic kyle or educate :)) #also sorry these arent in chronological order im lazy.. #kyle broflovski #sp kyle

[kgd0112]

Choose STEM: The Strand that Holds the Future

STEM, or Science, Technology, and Engineering Mathematics, is a program taken by secondary students before going to college. This educational program aims to produce students who are academically competent in terms of logical thinking and equip them with skills as preparation for careers, especially in the fields of science, technology, engineering, and mathematics (Lutkevitch, 2022). In the Philippines, the STEM strand is offered in senior high school before going to college, which gives students advantages in pursuing courses in the fields of medicine and engineering.

The STEM strand offers different subject areas, which include the core subjects, contextualized subjects, and specialized subjects, for two semesters in each school year. These subjects include oral communication, earth science, empowerment technologies, research, pre-calculus and basic calculus, and many more (Department of Education, n.d.). With STEM, students will be able to learn and grasp ideas and lessons that are also taken up in college courses. They will also have advanced knowledge in terms of complex scientific problems and the future of modern technology (AMA Online Senior High School, 2023).

STEM is essential for the economic development of every country. Thus, it is recognized and implemented by the government, like in the Philippines (StrandPh, 2023). Most universities also prefer STEM graduates as they are more inclined toward real-life application of ideas, have collaboration skills, and can easily adapt to changing work conditions. And in terms of career opportunities, taking the STEM program in SHS opens a wide range of white collar jobs, which include being a biologist, engineer, architect, nutritionist, computer programmer, and many more (AMA Online Senior High School, 2023). And also, pursuing STEM-related courses leads to higher-paying jobs as our world is mainly focused on the development of technologies and maintaining global stability (Lutkevitch, 2022).

In general, STEM is one of the important SHS tracks that are offered by many schools in the Philippines, as this program aims to develop and enhance the skills of many students before going to college. And along with the development and emerging economy, there is an increase in demand for STEM professionals to cater to and lead these changes for everyone. Thus, the government is implementing and promoting STEM education in every school. Moreover, having an interest in pursuing a STEM-related career is a great option to consider, as the STEM strand will allow you to build a strong foundation in many fields and have the chance to explore many career paths.

Choosing the STEM strand in senior high school is not only about aiming to develop your logical and analytical thinking and aiming for high-paying jobs; you will be part of the development of our changing world.

References:

AMA Online Senior High School. (2023, September 20). Senior High School STEM | OED Senior High School. https://www.onlineshs.com/stem/#:~:text=The%20STEM%20strand%20is%20design d,with%20new%20ideas%20and%20innovations

Department of Education [DepED]. (n.d.). K to 12 Senior High School Science, Engineering, Technology and Mathematics Strand Scheduling [Pdf]. https://www.deped.gov.ph/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Science-Technology-Engineering-and-Mathematics-STEM-Strand.pdf

Lutkevich, B. (2022). STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics). WhatIs.com. https://www.techtarget.com/whatis/definition/STEM-science-technology-engineering-and-mathematics

Parker-Griffin, P. P. G. (2022, September 1). Scientist I, Scientist II and Senior Scientist Roles, Explained. BioSpace. https://www.biospace.com/article/what-s-your-role-scientist-i-scientist-ii-and-senior-scientist/

StrandPh. (2023, June 17). STEM Strand – Introduction - Strand.Ph. Strand.Ph. https://www.strand.ph/stem-strand-introduction

#STEM #strand #senior high school #educational purposes

[melsdreamweaving]

Seasons Will Change

At the age of 21, my life took an unexpected and challenging turn. Growing up in a family struggling with financial constraints, I was intimately familiar with the concept of sacrifice. My childhood was marked by the family's financial woes, particularly after my elder brother strained our finances by failing to repay debts for major purchases. My family dynamics were unique, with a nine-year age gap between my brother and me, shaping our distinct life paths. I was groomed to pursue a career in medicine, while my brother was encouraged to follow in our grandfather's footsteps in the Airforce.

Our household often felt like a sanctuary of exhausted adults. My mother and uncle, consumed by their work, had little time or energy for interaction, leaving me to entertain myself in quiet solitude. This pattern extended to my brother when he started college, reinforcing a household norm of silent coexistence. These experiences instilled in me a determination to achieve financial and emotional stability before considering parenthood.

My mother's eyes were usually very tired. Sometimes I felt like a poorly rendered child NPC in her eyes. Despite the weariness that often clouded my mother's eyes, there were moments when a livelier version of her emerged, particularly in the company of friends. This contrast in her demeanor influenced my belief in the value of chosen families over biological ties, a perspective further reinforced by my brother's supportive network of friends.

As I grew older, the familial responsibilities intensified, especially when our family matriarch fell ill. My mother and uncle, grappling with their own challenges, were unable to provide the needed support, leaving me to shoulder the burden. During this period, I resorted to various means, including nude modeling and taking on less desirable jobs, to financially support my family. This journey was not without its personal sacrifices, as I navigated the complexities of young adulthood and relationships, including a tumultuous period with my then-boyfriend, who later became my husband.

Through sheer determination and hard work, I managed to keep afloat, balancing multiple jobs and educational commitments. However, the emotional toll of caregiving and dealing with judgment from those around me was immense.

"Oh you seem to happy"

"Oh you need to smile more..."

"Oh everyone has problems."

"Why do you look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders?"

Well, that's what she wanted me to do. Carry everything... And yeah I didn't do it perfectly. From her hospital bed, she realized it was too much for one person. So I let her and my uncle handle the finances while I paid rent for the last few years. This worked out in our favor and my mom was in and out of the house dealing with her psychotic episodes. In most Latino cultures things like vulnerability is swept under the rug. We are told to never feel our emotions. To grin and bear it because everyone else is watching and what will they all think if they saw? Well... what does that even matter now? I've met some amazing people that just do them. They do art and inspire people while not being hateful or spiteful. We all came from the same area, and each one of us inspires the other to keep going. You better hustle that art... we used to say. This was before things became much more complex. Some of them turned out alright, others do things that fill our teachers with shame. Before I moved, one of my teachers called me back. Saying to please visit, I want to see at least one of you...

Time is funny like that. I still create, but it feels like a ripple in an unforgiving ocean of creation and competition. I've known graphic artists who really just looked online and stole from other creators... And I've known brilliant creators who recluse because their hearts wanted the shallow bimbo with no real depth. Just a poisoned heart that she wanted to infect myself and others with. I think that's where the term poisonous maiden came from when I started school a long time ago. Sometimes I wish the venom some of my older sisters infected me with would dissolve and it does, with meditation thank goodness. It was like being taught o be cruel against your will as a survival mechanism.

"Be careful, the traffickers will get you..."

The once far away warning became so real in recent years. When I remember the people I've worked with and warped things they started doing to survive in a relentless current that never really lets up. Mothers hurting innocent young women because they see the face of their own daughters in mine. Little did they now, I used to cook for my hungover mom. Trying to remind her that she was divine, and to not let the poison of the world infect her. But it seems like one of my sisters was right...

Sometimes love is not enough...

So here I am, starting somewhere new. Away from the cold judgmental faces of my fellow Miami residents... And I'm happier than I've ever been. My husband confessed last year and we decided to elope and run away from everything.

"You were always mine..." He says often.

It's true, I always looked for his face and personality in other people because if it weren't for him... One of our terrible classmates would have hurt me out of a misguided sense of self entitlement because he smelled blood in the water around me. My advice, be mindful of yourself. There is a whole big world out there. I was right to quit school and start college early, but I should have been mindful of the older students and things they said around me...

They are still covering their tracks, and that is sad that they feel like covering their toxicity by hurting others. but C'est la vie...

My story is one of resilience and perseverance, a testament to the strength required to navigate life's unexpected challenges.

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[blood-mocha-latte]

unrelated and i totally get if you're not interested in asking questions about your career but how did you become a paramedic? how long was your training? I'm hoping to get EMT certification and maybe up it to paramedic eventually, but idk how much that will really interfere with my current career path.

hi love! don’t worry about career asks, i’m totally fine with whatever anyone wants to talk about (i have Chatty Bitch Disease)

and i’m afraid i misspoke because i’m a huge idiot that doesn’t know how to use words, lol! i’m emt registered and was going to become a paramedic, but ended up going to medical school instead and becoming an emergency medicine (em) doctor, working in an er lol. BUT i’ll still outline most of what i did, just in case. i also included things that my sister-in-law did, since she actually is a paramedic, lmao.

under the cut since this is kind of niche <3

becoming a paramedic:

- got high school diploma/ged (she took classes focused in anatomy and physiology, which isn’t required but can help to get you a foothold in what you want to do. i did this as well and highly recommend it)

- doing emt-basic certification training - for both of us, this took about half a year :) it was mainly just going into things like:

how to take vital signs and offering basic life support (i.e. administering oxygen, doing cpr)

other skills like controlling bleeding, taking care of burns, splinting bones, dealing with spinal injuries, and administering limited medication sets

- getting in-field experience! my sister-in-law did this but i didn’t, which i kind of really regret. even though it’s not required, getting more hands-on experience with emt stuff before applying for a program can help you get ahead and feel less lost :)

- complete a paramedic program - this takes about 1-2 years, typically (it took me about 14 months, and my sister-in-law 12, but we went through different programs). training mostly just looks like:

cardiology, dealing with physical trauma, administering meds, airway procedures, etc

field clinical rotations and ambulance runs are also a part of this, which are pretty fun

- getting certified/licensed (this is what my sister-in-law did, i went the opposite route and ended up getting an md, lol)

all states have differences, but you’ll have to take the nremt, which gains you certification as a paramedic. depending on where you live, there are other state requirements as well that would add on to what you would need to do to receive your license.

okay, that’s about it! some of this may be iffy, since this was a while ago and i don’t know where you are in this process/where you live/some of this is by word of mouth, but i hope this is somewhat helpful!

one thing i WILL say about going into anything healthcare is make sure you have the mental toughness for it. medicine isn’t for everyone, and emergency response/intensive care can be incredibly difficult to go through and maintain parts of who you are. i know people who haven’t been able to do it, and myself have troubles with c-ptsd because of it. hours can be rough (for the majority of this year i worked for 24 hours straight with 48 off, this is what a lot of my paramedic buddies do as well) and it can get in the way of life (i had to cut my honeymoon short by 8 days because the hospital needed extra hands).

i don’t mean to scare anyone off, because i love my job and can’t imagine doing anything else, but it can be a difficult field, so make sure you have a strong support system and know what you’re in for :)

thanks for asking! i hope this is both somewhat coherent and what you were asking, lol <3

#rie answers #wrote this all in like #five minutes so it's off the top of my head so it's probably kind of jumbled!! #i’m not good at giving advice so i’m sorry because this probably makes no sense #anywho parting words of wisdom work hard do what you want achieve aspire etc but be aware of medical propaganda when you see it #and don’t be a jerk trust your patients #oh and be aware of workplace toxicity and try to avoid it/get out of that situation if you’re in it #ok i’ll stop giving bad advice now #and post

[lemontongues]

so I like thinking about what kon's future path might be from a civilian standpoint, and a lot of the time I do prefer the idea of him going into a trade and/or starting his own business or something because I think it makes the most sense with his post-resurrection, pre-flashpoint character arc of self-acceptance and realizing that the way people before you have done something isn't inherently better or How It Has To Be, and that being yourself and doing your own thing is just as good. those are values that are really important to me for a variety of personal reasons, and usually I really dislike it when people are like "well of course he goes to college and becomes a reporter just like clark!" however.

one of the things I would be okay with him going to college for would be veterinary medicine, and I think he would be a really good emergency vet in particular? obviously having the x-ray vision and ttk and whatnot would be a huge advantage in that career, and I definitely like him in a caretaker role and I think him being influenced to do something that would be helpful to ma and people like her is rly cute, so that part all works for me. but. also. I can't stop picturing him moving to metropolis or wherever but still, somehow, when a cow in smallville is giving birth and it starts to go sideways, kon is mysteriously always in town visiting ma?? nobody saw him get in, ma never mentioned to anyone that he was stopping by to see her, but wow, hey, he heard from ma that daisy was due pretty soon, how's that going? oh, not so well, huh, well, why doesn't he just take a look for you and see what he can do--

#sage talks #i just think. he would not be able to stop interfering with their livestock lmfao #he has a strong personal investment!!

[liaromancewriter]

Do you consider your Ethan being less stubborn/damaged by his mom/attached to his principles? Because he changed his mind about dating Cassie after book 1 pretty quickly

Maybe I'm in the minority, but I have never seen Ethan in canon (or my fanfic world) as being so damaged from his childhood and so stubborn that he would deliberately hold himself back from what he truly wants in life. He's someone who made himself into who he wanted to be.

In my hc, Ethan is not anti-social but private. Even before Cassie comes to Edenbrook, he had a full life: friends (from college and professionally), interests outside of medicine (opera, travel, the arts, exercise) and a satisfying and successful career. We don't see it in canon because the book is written from MC's POV and anything not germane to the plot is removed. This is why fanfic fills the gaps.

Did his childhood abandonment influence him and his approach to believing in the longevity of relationships? Absolutely. But he was raised by a single parent who loved him. He and Alan had different perspectives, but I don't think Ethan ever doubted he was loved by his father. And by Naveen too for that matter.

Ethan is a reasonable man and when Cassie outlined a path forward for them (the way he'd taught her: when none exists, you create your own), he was able to see the flaws in his approach. It's not that his principles weren't important; he has a hard time living in greys. Rather it's that he needs to approach every situation like a condition to be diagnosed: go over the differentials and identify a plan. That's what he and Cassie did.

He changed his mind about dating Cassie, but that doesn't mean it was easy. Their relationship had A LOT of ups and downs, dramatic fights and arguments, times when Cassie wasn't sure they had a future. I have done a couple of fics about that, but I generally don't like angst so I focus on their good times. The highs were amazing; the lows not so much.

Whenever things would start to feel good between them, for him personally, Ethan's inner doubts and self-sabotaging behavior would emerge. It's like he is always waiting for the other shoe to drop. To keep pushing Cassie to see how much she'll take before deciding he's not worth it -- like Louise did.

It's a good thing Cassie is extremely stubborn and patient, but even she has limits and called him out on his behavior before her residency ended. As much as she wanted to stay at Edenbrook and in their relationship, if he wasn't willing to break the pattern and work on his issues, she was going to leave.

It was gradual for him, accepting that he could do this, and we see some of that thinking in this fic.

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[emgoesmed]

Hi! I was wondering if you could give me some advice. I just graduated high school and got accepted into nursing school but now I'm not so sure and am interested in pursuing pre-med in hopes of going down the doctor route instead. How did you know med school was for you? Because I really want this, but I'm constantly worried about wasting time and money to switch from nursing to pre-med, just for me to possibly not be cut out for it. I feel discouraged because I never planned for this, high school was hectic grade wise because I didn't have a great home life and the pandemic, so my grades were just average. I'm also not the best at math and have only taken chem/bio early on in high school. I really want this though, and I feel like I believe in myself because I am passionate and driven when it comes to accomplishing goals, but what if I'm not smart enough and waste even more time. I feel so lost and don't even know where to start

Hi! Thanks for reaching out. This is an extremely long-winded reply, sorry about that. I just want to make sure I answer it thoroughly.

How I knew med school was for me:

My decision to pursue medicine was a slow process of elimination, followed by an equally slow process of confirmation. I'm not bad at science and math, but they have never been my strong suit. When I started college, I took classes in a variety of subjects my first year and then slowly eliminated fields I didn’t see myself enjoying a career in. I settled on a biology major, with a Spanish major for fun. The next step was deciding how I wanted to use my biology degree, so I worked in a couple of labs and immediately decided against bench research or pursuing a PhD. This left medicine. I shadowed a couple of doctors but wanted more clinical exposure. I graduated college, took the MCAT and some classes to improve my GPA, and worked in an emergency department as a medical scribe to get a better sense of what a doctor did during their day-to-day. Medical scribing is not for everyone (not least because the pay is truly horrendous) but I had a fantastic time meeting patients with all kinds of clinical issues, and working with the doctors, physician assistants, and nurses in a fast-paced environment. After a year, I switched to a new job as a clinical research coordinator, where I got to explore a different side of medicine: oncology research. I loved meeting patients, working with a multidisciplinary team to improve patient care, and attending the tumor board meetings and listening to the attendings, fellows, and residents discuss treatment plans. Overall, it was another sign that becoming a doctor was what I wanted most. So I applied to medical school, and here I am.

Nursing vs pre-med:

I know it’s so stressful to graduate from high school and suddenly feel like you need to have your entire life figured out. But the thing is—you don’t. I had some friends in nursing school when I was in college, and they are all very cool people. One of them is now in medical school. She decided that she was more interested in the role of a doctor than working as a nurse. There is also a professor at my school, a retired physician, who was a nurse before she started medical school back in the day. A nurse and a doctor are equally important and very different, but you aren’t locked into being a nurse for life if you don’t want to be. Your first career doesn't need to be your only career. For now, you could start by shadowing some doctors to get a better idea if it’s a good fit for you, and look into the nursing and pre-med curriculums to see how much overlap there is.

Tl;dr: I had a winding path to choosing a career as a doctor. It involved eliminating other jobs first, then gaining clinical experience to reinforce that I’d made the right decision. I know a lot of great nurses, and some chose to pursue a career as a doctor after they had graduated nursing school. I hope that whatever decision you decide to make, you’re happy with it. Best of luck. 😊

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MBBS in Kazakhstan: Your Path to Quality Medical Education Abroad

Are you considering pursuing an Study MBBS abroad? Kazakhstan offers excellent opportunities for international students seeking high-quality medical education at affordable costs. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore everything you need to know about studying MBBS in Kazakhstan, including fees, eligibility, top universities, and more.

Introduction to MBBS in Kazakhstan

Kazakhstan has emerged as a popular destination for medical education among international students due to its modern infrastructure, experienced faculty, and English-taught programs. The country boasts several top-ranking medical universities that provide world-class education in the field of medicine.

MBBS in Kazakhstan: Key Highlights

Affordable Tuition Fees

One of the most significant advantages of studying MBBS in Kazakhstan is its affordable tuition fees compared to other countries. The cost of medical education, including tuition fees, accommodation, and living expenses, is relatively low, making it accessible to students from diverse backgrounds.

English-Medium Programs

Many universities in Kazakhstan offer MBBS programs in English, eliminating the need for international students to learn a new language. This ensures that students can focus on their studies without facing language barriers and enhances the overall learning experience.

Internationally Recognized Degrees

Graduates from medical universities in Kazakhstan are eligible to practice medicine globally. The degrees awarded by these universities are recognized by international medical bodies such as the World Health Organization (WHO), making it easier for students to pursue further education or employment opportunities worldwide.

MBBS in Kazakhstan: Fee Structure

Tuition Fees

The tuition fees for MBBS in Kazakhstan vary depending on the university and program duration. On average, the annual tuition fees range from $3,000 to $6,000 for international students. Additionally, some universities offer scholarships and financial aid to deserving students.

Other Expenses

In addition to tuition fees, students are required to cover expenses such as accommodation, textbooks, health insurance, and living expenses. However, the overall cost of living in Kazakhstan is lower compared to many Western countries, making it an attractive option for students on a budget.

Top Medical Universities in Kazakhstan

Astana Medical University

Karaganda State Medical University

Semey State Medical University

Al-Farabi Kazakh National University

West Kazakhstan Marat Ospanov State Medical University

NMC Approved Medical Universities in Kazakhstan

The National Medical Commission (NMC) of India recognizes several medical universities in Kazakhstan, allowing Indian students to pursue their MBBS studies abroad and return to India for licensure and practice.

Conclusion

Studying MBBS in Kazakhstan for Indian students offers a unique opportunity for international students to receive quality medical education at affordable costs. With its English-taught programs, internationally recognized degrees, and diverse cultural experiences, Kazakhstan provides an ideal environment for aspiring medical professionals to fulfill their academic and career aspirations.

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5 Inspiring Stories of Women's Empowerment: From Adversity to Achievement

In a world where gender equality remains an ongoing struggle, stories of women's empowerment are inspiring. From overcoming adversity to achieving remarkable feats, these stories highlight the resilience and the undying spirit of women across diverse backgrounds and circumstances.

In this collection, we delve into five captivating stories of courage, perseverance, and empowerment. Each story showcases the incredible journey of a woman who defied the odds, emerged triumphant, and left an indelible mark on the world.

Dr Rukhmabai Bhikaji

Dr Rukhmabai Bhikaji’s name may not be as widely recognized as it deserves, yet her story resonates deeply with those championing feminist causes today. As the first Hindu woman in India to obtain a legal divorce, her landmark case in 1885 marked a precedent in Indian legal history, catalyzing significant legislative changes such as the Age of Consent Act of 1891 and the eradication of child marriage.

Her journey extends far beyond the courtroom, encompassing her pioneering role as one of India's earliest female doctors practicing Western medicine. Born in Mumbai in 1864, Rukhmabai's early experiences, including a child marriage at age 11, fueled her determination to challenge societal norms and fight for women's rights.

Despite facing immense societal pressure, Rukhmabai courageously refused to comply with her husband's demands to live together, leading to a protracted legal battle that captured national attention. Her unwavering stance against an unwanted marriage sparked a nationwide discourse on women's autonomy and set the stage for future feminist movements in India.

Rukhmabai's legacy beyond her legal victory, encompasses her tireless advocacy through writings under the pseudonym 'A Hindu Lady' in the Times of India newspaper and her groundbreaking medical career. Her journey from a child bride to a pioneering physician exemplifies the power of resilience and determination in challenging systemic injustices and inspiring change for generations to come.

Rajalakshmi Sakthivel

Rajalakshmi Sakthivel's journey in the tech industry exemplifies perseverance and determination. Despite graduating as a top student in Electronics and Communication Engineering, she faced initial challenges securing a job in top-tier companies due to limited recruitment opportunities. However, her resilience led her to excel in roles at companies like ADS Exports and CG Smith Software, where she honed her skills and discovered her passion for the automotive industry.

Transitioning to Delphi's offshore development center marked a turning point in Sakthivel's career, propelling her towards leadership roles and groundbreaking projects. She played an important role in the launch of the Tata Nano, a project she describes with immense pride, highlighting her contributions to product design and engineering.

Throughout her journey, Sakthivel navigated personal challenges, including pregnancy, with remarkable resolve, balancing her professional responsibilities with personal milestones. Her dedication and expertise earned her recognition as the first female technical lead at APTIV and later as Senior Director at HARMAN International, where she oversees global initiatives in car audio technology.

As a senior woman leader in the tech industry, Sakthivel advocates for initiatives to retain and support women in tech careers. She emphasizes the importance of organizations identifying and nurturing women talent from early stages, providing clear career paths and support systems to address challenges such as work-life balance and imposter syndrome. Through her inspiring journey, Sakthivel continues to pave the way for future generations of women in technology.

Ismat Chughtai

Ismat Chughtai, affectionately known as Ismat Apa, was born into a liberal Muslim family in Badayun, Uttar Pradesh, in 1915. Her stories delve deep into the lives of women from diverse backgrounds, reflecting her keen observations and empathetic understanding. Despite facing controversies and criticism, Chughtai fearlessly continued to amplify the voices of women through her writings, challenging societal taboos and norms.

One of Chughtai's seminal works, "Lihaf," stirred controversy upon its release in 1942, yet garnered acclaim for its bold exploration of female desire. Despite facing legal repercussions for obscenity, Chughtai stood her ground, emerging as a symbol of defiance against societal constraints. Over time, her stories have been reinterpreted by different segments of society, reflecting evolving perspectives on gender and sexuality.

Chughtai's association with the Progressive Writers' Association in 1936 marked a standalone moment in her literary journey, aligning her work with fellow visionaries like Sadat Hasan Manto. Despite facing censorship and public scrutiny, Chughtai's progressive ideals reshaped the literary landscape of her time. Her feminist themes and nuanced portrayals of female characters continue to resonate with readers across generations.

In adapting to changing times, Chughtai explored various mediums, including plays and films, further expanding her influence on contemporary literature and art. Today, her legacy endures through adaptations of her works and scholarly interpretations, reaffirming her status as a pioneering voice in Indian literature. Ismat Chughtai's fearless spirit and unapologetic storytelling continue to inspire readers, activists, and feminists, transcending barriers of gender and time.

Nalini Malini

Born in 1946 in Karachi against the backdrop of India's partition, Malani's formative years were deeply influenced by the workings of that era, instilling in her a keen awareness of identity, displacement, and societal injustices. Her journey into the world of art began with formal education at the Sir Jamsetjee Jeejebhoy School of Art in Mumbai, followed by a transformative stint at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris on a French Government Scholarship, where she was exposed to diverse influences that shaped her artistic vision.

Malani's artistic oeuvre is marked by its boldness and diversity, employing multimedia techniques ranging from video installations to hand-drawn animations. Her work delves into themes of feminism, colonialism, violence, and cultural identity, challenging conventional narratives and beckoning viewers into a dialogue about pressing social issues. Utilizing mythological imagery and symbolism, Malani bridges the past and present, offering fresh perspectives on contemporary issues.

One of Malani's seminal exhibitions, "Nalini Malani: My Reality is Different – National Gallery Contemporary Fellowship with Art Fund," showcased her innovative reinterpretation of classical artworks through video animations. Her portfolio includes significant works celebrated internationally, with retrospectives at esteemed institutions like the Centre Pompidou in Paris. Malani's contributions to contemporary art have been recognized with prestigious awards such as the Joan Miró Prize and the Kyoto Prize in Arts and Philosophy, underscoring her enduring impact on the art world.

Beyond her artistic endeavors, Malani remains an outspoken advocate for social and political change, using her platform to address issues of feminism, gender equality, and human rights. Her activism and engagement with feminist movements inspire others to challenge the status quo and strive for social justice. As a pioneering artist, Nalini Malani's legacy transcends generations, reminding us of the transformative power of art in fostering meaningful dialogue and effecting positive change in society.

Laxmi Agarwal

The movie "Chhapaak" draws inspiration from the real-life journey of Laxmi Agarwal, a courageous acid attack survivor whose resilience has touched hearts around the world. Born into a middle-class family in Delhi, Laxmi's aspirations of becoming a singer were abruptly altered by a tragic incident that would change her life forever.

Naeem Khan, a suitor twice her age, unleashed a horrific attack on Laxmi in 2005, as she made her way to a bookshop. The acid assault left her writhing in agony, enduring extensive physical and emotional trauma. Recalling the ordeal, Laxmi vividly described the sensation of her skin melting away, leaving her with a shattered sense of identity.

Despite the profound impact of the attack, Laxmi's indomitable spirit shone through as she embarked on a journey of resilience and advocacy. Filing a Public Interest Litigation in 2006, she sought to ban the sale of acid, leading to landmark legal reforms in 2013. Her courageous activism earned her global recognition, including the prestigious International Women of Courage Award from former First Lady Michelle Obama.

Notwithstanding personal challenges and societal scrutiny, Laxmi continued to champion the cause of acid attack survivors, becoming a beacon of hope and resilience. Her unwavering commitment to justice and human rights serves as a testament to the power of courage and advocacy in the face of adversity.

Smile Foundation and Women Empowerment

Smile Foundation's women empowerment program, Swabhiman helps women in India to become stronger. Through Swabhiman, women gain confidence and skills to support themselves and their families. It's a positive step towards empowerment and improving their overall quality of life.

The women from slum areas and rural-remote places learn new things and get better at their jobs. This makes their lives better and helps their families too.

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Career Paths for Mechanical Engineers: Beyond Traditional Roles

As mechanical engineering continues to evolve, so do the career paths available to professionals in this field. Beyond the traditional roles typically associated with mechanical engineers, such as design and manufacturing, there are a variety of exciting and innovative career paths that offer unique opportunities for growth and development. One alternative career path for mechanical engineers is in the field of renewable energy. With the increasing focus on sustainability and environmental conservation, there is a growing demand for professionals who can design and develop renewable energy systems. Mechanical engineers play a crucial role in this sector by designing efficient wind turbines, solar panels, and other renewable energy technologies. By pursuing a career in renewable energy, mechanical engineers can contribute to a more sustainable future while also expanding their skill set and knowledge base. Another emerging career path for mechanical engineers is in the field of robotics and automation. As automation technology continues to advance, there is a growing need for mechanical engineers who can design and develop robotic systems for a variety of industries, including manufacturing, healthcare, and transportation. Mechanical engineers working in robotics and automation have the opportunity to work on cutting-edge projects that push the boundaries of technology and innovation. This career path offers the chance to work with interdisciplinary teams and collaborate with experts in fields such as computer science and electrical engineering. In addition to renewable energy and robotics, another exciting career path for mechanical engineers is in the field of aerospace engineering. Aerospace engineers design and develop aircraft, spacecraft, satellites, and missiles, among other aerospace-related technologies. Mechanical engineers with a passion for aviation and space exploration can find rewarding opportunities in this field, working on projects that have a significant impact on the future of aerospace technology. By pursuing a career in aerospace engineering, mechanical engineers can work on projects that push the boundaries of what is possible in terms of flight and space exploration. Furthermore, the field of biomedical engineering offers another alternative career path for mechanical engineers. Biomedical engineers apply engineering principles to the field of medicine, designing medical devices, prosthetics, and healthcare technologies. Mechanical engineers with an interest in healthcare and medical technology can find fulfilling careers in biomedical engineering, working on projects that directly impact patient care and quality of life. This career path allows mechanical engineers to combine their engineering skills with a passion for improving healthcare outcomes and advancing medical technology. Overall, the field of mechanical engineering offers a diverse range of career paths beyond the traditional roles typically associated with the profession. By exploring alternative career paths such as renewable energy, robotics and automation, aerospace engineering, and biomedical engineering, mechanical engineers can find exciting opportunities to apply their skills and expertise in new and innovative ways. Whether working on sustainable energy solutions, cutting-edge robotics projects, aerospace technologies, or medical devices, mechanical engineers have the chance to make a meaningful impact and contribute to the advancement of technology and society. “Thank you for reading! If you found this article insightful and valuable, consider sharing it with your friends and followers on social media. Your share can help others discover this content too. Let’s spread knowledge together. Your support is greatly appreciated!” Read the full article