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bizarreauhavre · 1 year
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A drawing from a book by the french physicien Paul Regnard, 1884.
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machiattostudy · 1 year
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Samedi 11 février 2023 
Hello there how are you doing ? 
4 months left until graduation. 4 months before becoming a doctor :)) Life is rough and exhausting. Everyone is so stressed out and suspicious since they aren’t enough places for all of the students. I might chose internal medicine. 
I try to stay out of this toxic environnement. I hate competition. 
I hope you guys are doing good. May we all be walking safely and peacefully towards our goals. 
Take care. 
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lets-get-lit · 3 months
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Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete.
- Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air
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whiteskullofroses · 9 months
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Baldwin IV of Jerusalem x physician!reader
(Before any of you get mad this is about Baldwin from Kingdom of Heaven not the actual historical figure.)
🩷Imagine Baldwin receiving the medication for leprosy along with a new physician who has to see his face for the first time and makes him feel comfortable about it🩷
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"Y/N Y/L/N, is that who you must be?" Sibylla questioned. You had just been preparing to leave for the Palace, in which you'd be treating the King when she rode up to you with her horse. Her confidence amazed you, after all she was quite beautiful.
"Yes, my lady." Looking up at her with a bit of a struggle, since it was a hot summer day, the Sun was high up in the sky causing your eyes to burn when gazing up at her.
"Good. Follow me." She ordered and waited a short while for you to straddle your horse as well. You named your horse Sihara. You felt the need to do so as she was always with you on your travels. You were blessed with the privilege of having a loyal horse, tying her to a tree to avoid losing her was unnecessary. She simply never left you.
After you two left, there was another 15 minutes before you'd arrive to the Palace because the city was heavily crowded. Neither of you spoke much, from time to time Sibylla would as you questions regarding your medical career. It was reasonable of course. Her brothers life, whom she loved regardless his illness, was now at your hands.
This put a great amount of pressure on you. If anything went wrong, the people would kill you. She and her fellow men and women of power would hunt you down no matter for how long you'd hide.
But what could go wrong? All you had to do was apply cream on his open wounds for about 3 months until they'd heal and you'd go on with your life.
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"This way." Sibylla pointed to a long corridor with two guards standing at each side. There was another hallway on the right before you'd finally arrive to your patient.
The walk was filled with anxiety. You could feel your stomach twisting inside out with every step you took. You've saved many many lives and have helped many many people to gain back their health but this time it felt like it was your first time in the medical field. Like it was your first time keeping one on this Earth.
Maybe it was because this was your first time treating royalty?
But when you reached the doorway and saw the king sitting with his back to you, all worries went away. In a weird way, you could feel his calming and peaceful energy from afar, telling you 'everything will be alright.'
You weren't sure how to announce your presence in the room, but thankfully the King heard you walking and was about to make that clear.
"Come forward." His voice loud and clear. The way he carried himself, as though he wasn't sick fascinated you and had you admire him deeply.
He turned around on his chair to have a look at you, as you bowed.
"No do not kneel." Surprised, you got back up and straightened your back. "I'm glad to meet (your father's name)'s daughter. He was a great friend of my father's"
Baldwin got up from his chair and started walking closer to you. "The Saracens say that this disease is God's vengeance against the vanity of our kingdom." He chuckled and added: "My guesses are you are to remedy this so-called curse casted upon me."
"Certainly, my lord." You gave an innocent half smile and nodded.
The king turned his head towards a table: "Come, sit."
As you walked closer you noticed there was displayed the popular game amongst men of power all over the world. Chess.
The two of you sat down, a servant served you wine and than the serious conversation began: "Y/N, I must ask this. How is the healing process going to affect my duties?"
"Not at all." You answered with much confidence. "All I have to do is apply the medicine on your wounds and areas that have in general been infected the most." Explaining to him as Baldwin leaned forward, signaling for you to go on: "This should last approximately 2 to 3 months."
You could sence that he was nervous. After all he was still so young and probably still insecure about his features, as much as someone with a disease that disfigures you can be.
"My lord, you can trust me. Worrying is out of the question here, after all I've been in the medical field all my life. I promise to you I won't let you down." Your words were full of pure determination to save him, they cut so deep into his heart in the best way possible he could just tear up.
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As you were mixing up the cream that was soon ready to be applied, the tension in the room was indescribable. Baldwin layed on the bed almost unmoving.
His upper body and legs were exposed. What you could see from the start was that his left arm was most infected, than any other body part.
Besides that he still had his mask on, which he would have to remove at some point to get the full healing process done.
The medicine was prepared. You put on your gloves and went to work.
"My lord, if you feel any discomfort during this, please warn me immediately." You stated.
He nodded and even though you couldn't see it because of the mask, the young man was blushing. So far all his personal physicians were males, and since he was sick he was never really touched by a woman in the slightest, besides his mother when he was younger, so of course he was flustered.
You applied the cream firstly on his left arm, being extra careful and waiting for any signs of nausea from the king. Sometimes treating people who have been infected with leprosy can be quite a pain since vomiting and dizziness are common side effects. Luckily the king was doing just fine and in silence you slowly applied the cream all over him. Except his face.
"My lord, may you now remove your mask please?" You smiled softly at him, really trying to get the young king to get comfortable around you since you'd be doing this for 3 months together.
"Is it necessary?" He hesitated. Feelings of shame and insecurity flooded his mind. He never let anyone see his full face, especially not a young woman whom he learned love to gossip around since his sister and her friends used to do it for as long back as he can remember. But this time it was different, and you wanted him to understand so badly: "I understand you may not feel comfortable doing so, but trust me I wish the best for you. To have this treatment the most affective it can be, I'll need to apply it on your face too." You explained as gently as you could.
After a moment, he did it. And he looked beautiful. His face was decorated with a pair of blue eyes and soft locks of golden hair. His face was of course infected, he didn't have a nose and there appeared to be a quite litteral hole in his right cheek but you didn't care. He was handsome no one could deny that.
So you smiled and commented: "My lord, I really can't comprehend why you were so afraid."
He looked up at you, who was now slowly smearing the medicine on his face.
"Is it really that hard to understand?" He sighed.
"My lord, you look just as handsome as any. Infected or not. You are someone young men should look up to. A true God's warrior."
He took a deep breath in, smelling the healing herbs on him.
When you turned around, he shed a tear.
THE END.
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When you’re burnt out from working 80 hours a week and on the edge of losing your damn mind from sleep deprivation but then someone gives you a small snack or you have time to sit down and drink a cup of water:
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Today I had the chance to drink a whole cup of water between OR cases and I almost cried of happiness. When the highlight of your day is that you had the chance to pee once, something is wrong.
Residents like me work 80 hours a week (sometimes more) for what calculates out to be less than minimum wage because this is how residencies are structured and because we are the last line between patients and unsafe care. You didn’t hire enough nurses? Have the resident remove/place foleys and NG tubes. You didn’t hire enough transport staff? Have the resident transport patients. I can’t in good conscience let my patients have less than the standard of care, but it becomes unsustainable when you don’t have enough staff. To top this all off, my hospital CEO got a raise of millions of dollars this year, but my raise to next year doesn’t even keep up with inflation. People justify this treatment of residents by saying that oh well we will be rich when we’re attendings, as if having a higher salary in the future justifies this kind of exploitation. I know residents right now who are struggling to afford healthcare for their children, who struggle to find affordable housing within the area we are required to live because of home call. There is simply no justification for the amount of work we do compared with our pay (or the hours we work period).
Maybe this is just a long way of saying please be kind to residents in the hospital. We work really hard within a really broken system and care a lot about our patients.
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girlactionfigure · 3 months
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shestudiesmedicine · 4 months
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Day 13/100 productivity challenge.
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Good morning!!
Last night I studied Respiratory Physiology for 2 hours and it was worth it. Although I was very sleepy and tired due to the long trip home, I made it.
Today I'm going to study Histology in the morning and then I plan to have fun in the city. In the evening I will try to study some Pathology for an hour or so.
Tips of the day ✨✍🏽🪄
For histology I use flashcards with blank spaces for the microscopic images. It has been useful to me and I have trained my photographic memory.
For Physiology, which is a difficult subject for me, I try to reason absolutely everything and memorize only names of processes and words, new terms.
Let me know in the comments below what works for your study sessions!
Have a blessed, happy and productive day! 🫂🧠
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stemwithjooricanka · 11 months
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You are dating a physician
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1five1two · 24 days
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'Physician as the Devil'. Hendrick Goltzius. c. 1587.
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dramoor · 4 months
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"God has never said you have to perform great deeds for your country and humanity to have lived well Where would that leave all the sick people in the world? Look at me, for instance, needing assistance all the time. You wouldn't say that we sick and bedridden of the world are 'useful'! But usefulness is not the point. Our lives are of great worth if we accept with good grace the situation Providence places us in and go on living lovingly....Our talents and handicaps may differ greatly, but we are all equal in this: each of us is born to manifest God's glory; to know, love and serve him here below and share in his eternal life after death...if you make the vital decision to live humbly and lovingly, you will live fruitful lives and be happy."
~Takashi Nagai
(Image taken in 1946 while mourning for his wife - Public domain)
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scotianostra · 3 months
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18th January 1782 marks the death of the Scottish Physician and philosopher John Pringle,
Sir John Pringle is one of three men who are named the "father of military medicine"
John Pringle led a varied life. Though a career in commerce beckoned, his life would lead a different path, he went first to be educated at St Andrews University and then to Edinburgh for a year before being sent to acquire commercial experience in Amsterdam.
One day, when visiting Leiden, chance and an inquisitive mind led Pringle to the lecture room of Herman Boerhaave, it inspired him to abandon his future in commerce and become a medical student. Compared with today, medical education was then extremely brief and, two years later, in 1730 Pringle qualified MD and returned to Scotland to set up practice in Edinburgh.
As well as practising medicine Pringle was known for his interest in moral philosophy and in 1734 was appointed Professor of Pneumatics and Moral Philosophy. However it was his medical abilities that earned Pringle his in history. In 1742 he was appointed as hpersonal physician to the Earl of Stair at Fladres who put him in charge of the military hospital.
Pringle was a careful and methodical man who believed that prevention was better than cure. He insisted on sanitary measures that reduced the rate of typhus and dysentery, diseases which killed more soldiers than actual battle, and pioneered the concept of hospitals in the field as neutral territory. In 1745 his services were recognized by the Duke of Cumberland who appointed him 'Physician General to His Majesty's Forces in the Low Countries and beyond the seas'. Pringle was subsequently elected a Fellow of the Royal Society. He had resigned his chair at Edinburgh but returned to Scotland where he witnessed the Battle of Culloden in 1746 and compared the varying degrees of morbidity in the forts which had been built to subdue the Highlands.
After another sojourn overseas with the army he settled in London in 1749 and carried out various experiments on putrefaction, recommending the use of ammonia whenever it occurred. He continued his interest in typhus (or 'gaol' or 'putrid' fever) and wrote the work for which he is primarily remembered, Observations on the diseases of the Army. This was first published in 1752 but ran to several editions. He was appointed physician to both King George III and Queen Charlotte, a Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians of London and, in 1772, President of the Royal Society. The King acknowledged his work by awarding him a baronetcy in 1766. In 1778 Pringle retired as PRS because of declining health and returned to Edinburgh but, feeling that the city had deteriorated since his youth, returned to London where he died a year later.
There is a monument to Pringle in Westminster Abbey, as seen in the pics, it reads;
Sacred to the memory of Sir JOHN PRINGLE, Baronet, who was at an early period of life Professor of Moral Philosophy in the university of EDINBURGH: afterward physician to the ARMY, to the PRINCESS OF WALES, to the QUEEN and to KING GEORGE III. President of the ROYAL Society; member of the ROYAL Academy of SCIENCES at Paris etc.etc. His medical and philosophical knowledge, his inviolable integrity, and truely Christian virtues rendered him an honour to his age and country. He was born in SCOTLAND in April 1707 and died in LONDON in January 1782.
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your-fish-is-flying · 5 months
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"Are you the Goddess Reborn?" "Yes," she said. "Yes. I am."
-The Sword Catcher-Cassandra Clare
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luminalunii97 · 1 year
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Dr. Ebrahim Rigi, a Hero
A Baloch physician was beaten to death by the Islamic Republic. His crime was treating injured protesters. He was arrested at the beginning of protests and was released on bail. He was arrested again this week and murdered. From his last Instagram post:
"We had a lot of dreams in this land. We tell ourselves maybe we're dead and this is our hell. Maybe that is true." "I didn't know treating the injured and objecting the murder of our sisters and brothers are sins" "know that not even my death, not even my execution would matter to me because I've been killed multiple times in this land" "I've been offered to leave this country but I won't leave my city."
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pwlanier · 1 year
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VICTORIAN MAHOGANY CAMPAIGN STYLE APOTHECARY CABINETS
Top: 1860. fold-out doors enclosing a fitted interior with a hinged surface, drawers, fitted shelves and a near complete set of glass bottles and other accessories, with flush mounted brass handles.
Bottom: MARKED FOR 'SAVORY & MOORE, CHEMIST TO THE QUEEN, NEW BOND STREET', C.1860,the hinged cover enclosing a complete set of glass bottles and stoppers and with an ivorine retailer's label, above a single drawer fitted with a lift-out tray with a set of scales and weights, glass pestle and mortar, further bottles and stoppers and other accessories.
Woolley and Wallis
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Q&A to commemorate the 500th episode of "Return to the Blossoming Blade" by Biga, Luffmedia and Naver Series.
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Translation Tang Soso 🌸🏔
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< English is not my original language, please forgive any spelling mistakes, or if necessary, warn me. >
Tang Soso [당소소]
Age: 26 years old
Height: 5’4" / 162 cm
Body type: She’s smaller than Yu Iseol
Appearance: She has a round face, big eyes, and slightly chubby cheeks that make her look cute
- When she was still in the Tang Family, she had an extravagant style and was breathtakingly beautiful when made up and well-dressed, but today she's left it all behind
- The Tang Family favored the style of attaching decorations to the braid. But now, she just twists her braids on both sides (braided bun), or she just takes them out if it bothers her
- The only one that changes her hairstyle from day to day, except for Baekcheon. The frequency is Tang Soso > Baekcheon
- A cute face type with puppy dog ​​eyes whose facial expressions convey a sense of playfulness and courage.
She is not yet represented in manhwa/webtoon (but will be soon). (^v^)/~°•°•🌸
To be continued
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Official Q&A with Luffmedia
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When the male nurse turns to me in front of the patient and starts explaining to ME how we treat Afib in the hospital, while holding the vial of metoprolol that I ordered….to treat the patient’s Afib….
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I have already worked 85 hours this week, I simply do not have time for your misogyny right now. Please shut up and push the fucking metop I ordered so I can convert this patient and answer the 12 other pages I have.
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