#Hospital Staff

[tyrantwache]

Many thanks to the discord people who helped me to find quotes for the hospital staff.^^

[wetlittlebeast]

Every single day that I work, I see this doctor come into the cafeteria. He buys himself a little salad and a juice, and he looks EXACTLY like Cary Elwes. Yesterday I finally told my coworkers, and found a picture of Cary for reference to show them.

It’s literally impossible for me to see this doctor and not think about Lawrence 😭

He’s also the only doctor I’ve ever seen who uses the doctors lounge??? It’s like he owns that room.

[townpostin]

Heavy Rain Causes Waterlogging at MGM Hospital in Jamshedpur

Water enters pediatric ward and laundry, causing inconvenience to doctors, staff, and patients. Heavy rainfall on Friday led to significant waterlogging in various parts of MGM Hospital, the largest government hospital in Kolhan, causing difficulties for doctors, staff, and patients. JAMSHEDPUR – Heavy rains on Friday caused extensive waterlogging at MGM Hospital, the largest government hospital…

[dizzydispatch]

Don't Eat the Charms

In 2007, after spending many long decades on the United States military's menu, a particularly unpopular brand of candies, seeming otherwise innocuous to the uninitiated, were yanked from supply lists rather unceremoniously. Though no official reason was ever given for the change in MRE supplement, a keen observer may deduce it had something to do with the prevalent negative press the candies received among soldiers, especially after World War II. 

"Charms" were but ordinary tropical-flavored hard candies. They were the first of their kind to be individually wrapped in cellophane, ideal for sending overseas into combat zones. Charms had the potential to take the candy world by storm-- and they did, if not in the way their inventor had perhaps anticipated. 

"Don't eat the Charms" became a popular nugget of wisdom, passed from soldier to soldier. Marines involved in Desert Storm reported that the Iraq ground invasion and every bad turn it took as a result of these ill-fated confections. 

Sampling the yellow Charms, harmless little lemon-flavored snacks, was rumored to be the reason many vehicles broke down. The green ones, innocently flavored as lime, might as well have been rain-sticks, causing sudden storms that flooded the desert paths. And if you touched the ominous dark red ones, tasted the sugary raspberry sweetness-- well, that was the taste of death.

We'll never know if raspberry Charms were the true killers, cursing soldiers with fatal bad luck. There's no rational, scientific way to measure juju. Even so, the belief permeated the armed forces. Some veterans tell stories��of commanding officers ordering the candies be disposed of, on threat of disciplinary action should any man be caught with them in his mouth. So when the candies were removed in 2007, there wasn't much outcry from the enlisted.

It can seem silly to those of us far out from the front lines, hearing about grown men and women fearing candies because of some supposed back luck. But the thing you have to understand is this is what human nature is. 

Our species rules the earth. We've built towering cathedrals that reach up into the heavens. We've put ourselves on the moon, and learned how to cut each other open and slice out diseases. We wage wars and write epics about journeys across the seas. Many of us won't know death until well into adulthood, at far lower rates than those our ancestors saw. It feels at times like we're on the brink of invincibility, one miracle drug away from immortality itself. 

But the humans who know death intimately may see things in a different light. It's true that the end is just one accident, illness, or chance encounter away from us all. But when those situations are as unlikely as they are to most of us, it can be easy to dismiss thoughts of them as "irrational fears" or "paranoia."

Soldiers avoid Charms. They have been known to carry coins whose dates can be added up to equal thirteen, engraved pocket-watches or cord bracelets with the names of loved ones woven in. Sailors refuse to whistle onboard ships, lest it tempt the wrath of Neptune, and tankers avoid apricots at all costs, a tradition carrying on from World War II. After a vehicle supposedly carrying, among others, a guy with a white lighter in his pocket, went off a cliff, those too became as notorious in military circles as with believers in the "27 Club."

Emergency room staff, many of whom are doctors and nurses with extensive scientific education, are known to tout their own superstitions. "The q-word" is a taboo in many hospitals, as any acknowledgement of a lack of activity is bound to invite an influx of it. Some refuse to order Chinese food while on the clock, believing it will portend disaster. Saying the name of a regular patient will draw them in, and tying a knot in a patient's bedsheet will expedite their fate, speeding along their recovery or bringing about more quickly the end of their suffering. 

First responders, like soldiers and E.R. staff, are notoriously superstitious creatures. We have rites, rituals, and rules, and tokens that we believe (with varying degrees of seriousness) will protect us from danger. Many of the rules in Dispatch are mirrored in other fields: don't invoke the Q-word, don't say the name of a frequent flier unless you want them to make a sudden appearance, and beware the full moon-- those nights, as well as the Fridays that land on the thirteenth of the month, will be the longest of your career. I also have it on good authority that most firefighters will be extra sure to put their turn-out gear in exactly the same place every time. "Goodbye" is an underutilized salutation for both fire and police personnel, with many preferring the more optimistic, "See you later."

I have my own superstitions, too. I have a favorite pen, and if for any reason I can't find it, I just know that today is going to be a long day. Gabe's old EMS patch, a token of his confidence in my ability to succeed, lives in the left leg pocket of my uniform pants, only being taken out long enough to move to a fresh pair. When I take notes on the yellow legal pads in the Dispatch office, I never write on the back of a page, even though I detest the waste of paper.

Do these rituals actually do anything? Will losing my pen really cause the day to spiral into chaos, or is the added weight of its heavy tactical design merely a comfortable familiarity to which I have assigned some meaning?

One of my oldest friends was a girl named Rosie, with whom I had attended first grade. As with all long-term friendships, we would occasionally fight. But no matter how angry we got with each other, she would never let me leave the fight until she had said, "I love you," and heard me say it back. For years, I never understood why she was like this, until one day in high school when she finally told me.

One day, when Rosie was only ten or eleven, she had gotten into a big fight with her mother. Just before she stormed off, she'd called out over her shoulder, "I hate you, Mom!"

None of us had seen it coming when she died. It was a freak accident. One of those things you never see coming. And the last thing Rosie had ever said to her was, "I hate you." 

Suddenly, my friend's fixation made sense. She'd been traumatized by the death of her mother, and it had been made worse by the last words she said to her.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if the rituals exist in some extra dimension where the dates on coins are cataloged and the carriers of ones adding to thirteen shielded from danger. We carry our superstitions for a reason. High-stress jobs like those in public safety spawn superstition because amidst the chaos of crisis management, there's comfort in ritual.

We've all  been traumatized by something terrible happening on the one day we couldn't find our coin, our lucky pen, the bracelet with our girlfriend's name on it. Made mistakes when writing on the back of yellow paper. Lost someone after a fight gone unresolved. And so we all find comfort in the things that give us a feeling of control, illusory as it may be. They allow us to feel as though there's some pattern, some meaning behind all the seemingly random ways in which life can go terribly wrong.

My house burned down on the one day I didn't have my purse; now I carry a backpack with everything I might need if I have to spend a night somewhere unexpectedly.

Rosie always ends a fight with, "I love you."

Firefighters don't say goodbye; only "See you tomorrow." Nurses never comment about it being "the Q-word," and you'll be hard pressed to find a soldier willing to carry a white lighter.

And all of us agree: never, ever eat the Charms.

[ts-journal]

A rant about a nurse I work with tonight.

I really hate nurses who think they have to be passive aggressive just because they’ve “done this for a long time”.

Sorry, if I can’t do something I’ll tell you. Yea, I can put a bed rail up but if you got off your high horse you’d see that bed rail is by your leg. I’d gladly push you on your passive aggressive ass and do it myself but you’re there anyway.

Seriously, people who think they know everything because they’ve been doing it for a while show how little they actually know. In the time this nurse was working with my patient she had incorrectly suggested putting up all four bed rails when it’s against hospital policy.

I can tell she’s a traveler. Because she didn’t know the policy it just looks funnier when she act like she knows everything.

“So you’re just going to dictate everything I do.”

Bitch if I was you’d be on your ass with a black eye but I’m not nearly as high on my horse as you.

[lorelailac]

I don’t usually do social media a lot; I’m too anxious and pessimistic to feel the confidence needed to perform in most cases. But fuck if I really want to do a series of TikToks explaining how shit works in operating rooms. I’ve been working as an Anesthesia Technician for a year now, and the amount of interesting things I’ve learned that would comfort, delight, or horrify people would be a delight to share.

[tanuandthetriplets]

Papa Subbu Ko Hospital Le Gaye?? | Triplets Vlog - 30th Nov'23

[spectrecowboy]

evan, you have a little something on your face :)

please do not use my art without permission!

[nationwidechildrenshospital]

“I love knowing that what I do in my job helps the patient in the long run. The radiology department in all its different branches helps to diagnose various diseases and helps track the progress of different pathologies. I also really enjoy the camaraderie of the staff within technologists, radiologists, and other hospital staff.” 

Samuel Wolf, Special Procedures Radiologic Technologist, CT 

[gunsatthaphan]

"I miss... the hospital."

[kelliealtogether]

Gansey is so charming he got the staff of Henrietta’s hospital to violate HIPAA.

[topaz-mutiny]

"Seeing from his violent demeanor that he was English" is still probably one of the best (funniest) lines in Dracula, but I love how this part of the Post Script contrasts with the rest of the letter Sister Agatha sends.

The main body of the letter is to the point and polite on all matters (makes sense as it seems this part of the writing was overseen by our good friend Jonathan himself, though he's too weak to write) in contrast to the Post Script where Agatha adds in details that are emotionaly powerful and some aren't necessarily sordid but would absolutely be of concern.

Jonathan has nothing on him, he is shouting and in a rush, he has a frightening delirium, delirium can last and reemerge a long time into the future, he rambles about terrifying and grotesque subjects when in the throes of his brain fever (which is an old-timey way to describe a lot of mental illnesses and behaviors), and all of this overcomes a frailty and physical weakness from whatever else he's been through that causes him to otherwise be bedridden.

Even half of that could erode trust in someone. But as told in the rest of the Post Script:

He's recovering, he's gaining more lucidity, the Sisters notice his lucid moments are punctuated by gentleness and sweetness (hard to trust at first likely, due to frequent relapses, and the Sisters are eventually convinced a lot of his prior behavior was caused by the fading brain fever and not by his inherent personality), he is a cherished patient of the Hospital of St. Joseph And St. Mary, and it seems the staff are enamored with how often and with such love he talks about Mina, such that this spurred Sister Agatha to make the Post Script in the first place because it's the first thing she mentions.

[morganbritton132]

I really think Eddie would propose to Steve every time they go to a restaurant just to get free dessert

because this man is a menace

Oh man, he would’ve only started doing it after gay marriage was legalized too.

It’s romantic when Eddie tells the waitress at Enzo’s that it’s Steve’s birthday for free tiramisu. It’s their one-year anniversary and even though they can barely afford the meal, Eddie insists that they go. He makes the reservation months in advance, saves up all his money, and even dusts off Wayne’s one good suit so he looks nice.

His car battery unexpectedly dies a few days before and Eddie kinda already knows that he isn’t going to be able to afford the meal and dessert, but he is going to make damn sure Steve gets his fancy Italian cake. And he does, after a whole song and dance that colors Steve’s face pink.

Steve gets the last laugh when it turns out Eddie doesn’t like the coffee flavor of the tiramisu.

It’s sweet when Eddie accompanies him and Hopper to a specialist Dr. Owens recommended for Steve’s worsening symptoms. It’s sweet when Eddie holds his hand while they wait for results and sweeter when he insists in all his grand Eddie Munson fashion that today actually is Steve’s birthday and he deserves – nay, it is his god given right as a hero of this goddamn country  - to have cherry jell-o.

It’s cute when on that same trip, Eddie lies to the hotel staff that Steve just got engaged so they’d send complimentary champagne and chocolate covered strawberries up to their room (though they were bunking with Hopper so not too romantic).

It’s funny when Eddie tells every restaurant they stop at in every city they visit that it’s Steve’s birthday so they can get free ice cream when they’re twenty-somethings traveling the world on a nationwide tour.

It’s so fucking embarrassing when, for no reason other than his own amusement, Eddie tells their waitress that they’re waiting for Steve’s girlfriend to arrive. He says that Steve is going to propose and Eddie is there to capture the moment on his camera, and could they have champagne ready for when she gets there?

No one arrives because there is no girlfriend, no ring, no proposal, and the restaurant staff keep giving Steve sad sympathetic looks. Eddie spends the entire night laughing his ass off and is pleased as punch when the restaurant gives them the champagne for free.

The first time Eddie gets down on one knee at a restaurant, they’ve been legally married for sixteen days. They are not teenagers anymore. They are in their forties but Steve can’t even find it in himself to be mortified at all the people staring at them because Eddie is asking him to marry him (again) and Steve wants to (again). They get a round of applause and a free chocolate cake.

The second time Eddie does it, Steve threatens to kill him. Eddie asks ‘but you’ll marry me’ and Steve angrily says ‘yes, of course, duh.’ They get side-eyed and peach cobbler.

The fifth time Eddie gets down on one knee in the middle of a restaurant, Steve cuts him off half way and says, “Sir, this is a business meeting. I am your co-worker.” 

[latenightsundayblues]

Found some stuff i made based on my fic before even posting it on AO3; i guess it can be called concept art in a way. Here's a younger Stu proudly showing off his collection of creepy-crawly friends he's kidnapped from the woods and named after cool horror characters. I got the idea after visiting a really cool vaccine institute ive known for a long while that displays venomous animals both dead and alive for educational purposes.

"This big one here was Hannibal. He bit me once and I spent 3 days in the ER without my parents noticing. Also I found Pinhead there-- what? Oh, it's the scorpion, right over there. Anyway, I jumped over a fence to smoke weed in some abandoned asylum an' landed on something sharp. Turns out it was him. Got real fuckin' sick for like a week and a half after that for some reason though"

And also Billy teaching Stu how to pin up a butterfly. Kinda different (and remarkably less homoerotic) from what I actually ended up writing lmfao

[project-sekai-facts]

According to Ichika's Distant Yet Caring 1* card story, she once gifted Saki a potted morning glory that she had planted in school. She wasn't aware at the time that giving a sick person a potted plant was unlucky, and shocked the nurse that was working with Saki.