#Vital Signs

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He's so tiny 😭🤏🏻

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EVE BEST as  SARAH CARTWRIGHT  in “Vital Signs” requested by @silkandsteel, footage thanks to @evebestonline

[macgyvermedical]

I seem to remember seeing a post from you not super long back that was like... an overview of the monitors a character is likely to be hooked up to in a hospital? But now I cannot seem to find it. Is tumblr search just being what it is, or am I misremembering where I saw it?

I have a couple of posts that might fit that description:

Here is what the numbers on a monitor mean

Here are what vital signs are and what they indicate (this one has sections on how to measure each vital sign, including some that are hooked up to a monitor)

[er-cryptid]

Anesthesia Monitoring

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Two chapters one weekend, wow! I was feeling surprisingly creative today and finally finished my paper for school so I don't have to worry about it anymore ^^

Chapter XIII

"Vitals"

In no world or reality Alice expected to be taken to a huge skeleton that served as some sort of base for everyone who got sent into the Void. Even more she didn’t expect to be thrown onto a dusty floor, for a brief moment losing her breath, to her even bigger surprise along with her shirt, due to the dust, just to regain it right in the moment when that freak of a woman had her fingers already in between of her ribs. That was even weirder than feeling her fingers inside her own skull. That was to be expected but like that?! What sort of sick practice is that? 

“Hm”

Cassandra lowly hummed to herself, crouching and hovering over Alice, tilting her head from one side to another, like this was completely normal to her. Just a regular Tuesday apparently. Pushing her fingertips a bit deeper brushing against the beautiful ivory arches, feeling a shiver running over Alice. 

“The fuck are you doing?”

Alice finally managed to get out of herself, when the fear of as much as breathing passed. It was so weird. Like she was moving her bones and vital organs but at the same time her hand was just passing through them. 

“No need to be vulgar, sweet thing.” Cassandra chimed, not even glancing towards Alice’s face. “Just doing a little inspection. Don’t trash around and you should be fine… For the most part at least.” 

That wasn’t helping at all honestly. But Alice just decided it was like visiting a doctor, let them do their thing and just hope for a quick end. No, that sounded wrong as well, besides, the feeling was incomparable. Sure, Alice had a surgery before, but it was for her knee, and she was knocked out for the time of it. No one has ever dug around her chest cavity, especially with her wide awake. She had a need to flinch away, when she felt Cassandra just push through her lung, but she was also taking seriously any warnings that she could hear from the powerful mutant. 

“Hm… You’re not a human, yet your anatomy suggests otherwise.” 

“You can stop digging around, I’m not hiding anything there. You know it’s already pretty crowded.” 

Alice hissed, the cold spreading through her chest from the inside out. Gosh, this was so weird and uncomfortable, she just wished to squirm away and probably never go back to being in that place. She probably never before regretted going out of the apartment as much as now. After all, this is what led to her position here in the first place. 

"I can feel your heartbeat right under my fingertips, just a bit deeper…” Cassandra hummed suddenly. Her hand moved deeper. “ And I can hold your life in the palm of my hand..."

At that Alice sharply inhaled, feeling those slim fingers wrap around her beating heart. At that moment she wasn’t even sure anymore if it was beating or rapidly speeding out of control. Just a little squeeze too tight and she can be gone. It was terrifying. 

Only now Cassandra looked towards Alice, a slight smirk dancing on her lips. Looking at the terrified girl with visible authority, showing her her place. At that moment, Alice was scared to even breathe once more. Those blue eyes showing no mercy, more than anything there was a pure bloodlust burning in them, burning into her soul and that was more than terrifying once more. Then, Nova just retracted her fingers like it was nothing, shaking off her hand from invisible filth. 

“Calm down, you’re going to pass out if your heart keeps speeding like that. We don’t have a medic here.”

After that she just got up and walked somewhere to the side, like it was nothing, like she didn’t just hold a beating heart in her hands. Alice let her head hit the floor again, moving her hand over her chest like she wanted to make sure that it was still all intact, without any surprise holes and stuff like that. It was a relief to know that her chest remained seemingly untouched, but she could still feel the cold spread right there, where Cassandra's fingers touched just a second ago. 

Still heavy breathing she opened her eyes, watching the particles of dust dance in the golden light of sun seeping through some holes that served as windows. Like a glitter in the wind, they seemed to be more colorful than they really were, the usual gray gone, replaced by green, purple and yellow, tied together in some fancy composition. It was such a pleasant thing for tired eyes. But soon, the sun rays got stopped by Cassandra's shadow, she stood there again watching Alice like a hungry hawk. 

“Get up. I’ll give you something to wear.” 

Short commands. That’s what she could call things that Cassandra was saying. Alice got up, dusting herself off, starting to cough again. Ugh, this place needed a clean up desperately. She looked around, only now spotting various things that she only heard stories about, or saw them in other people's memories. Magneto’s helmet, Charles’s wheelchair, a coat, ring… Helmet with horns. More like a crown? Ugh, hard to tell. She tilted her head, trying to decipher why it looked familiar and yet so foreign. Then suddenly she felt like her body got pulled on an invisible leash. 

“I didn’t give you permission to stare. Don’t get on my bad side, or even your pretty little powers won’t help you.” 

Oh, that sharp edge was definitely a bad omen, but also… No, Alice. Behave. This is a life threatening situation, don’t be like Deadpool. Flirting won’t save you. So she just followed after the bald woman, not questioning anything anymore. It was looking like she was going to stay there for an eternity, or until Cassandra kills her, so she might as well learn about the things later. 

“Why did you pick someone's corpse as your living place anyway? There were building’s on the way here…” 

Unfortunately the curiosity that she was born with, was speaking much faster than any want for survival that was left in her. 

“Well, one day you’ll see why I needed something better than a regular concrete building. They’re crumbling away anyway.”  The woman hummed, putting some shirt and pants onto Alice’s hands. “Dress yourself.” 

Alice didn’t even try to look for a secluded spot, it was pointless. First of all, it’d take a good while and put her as Cassandra’s target, second, this woman already dug through her organs just a moment ago, so not like there was anything to hide anymore anyway. So she quickly changed out of her blood stained clothes and she had to admit it helped a bit. 

“So, why don’t you just read my mind about my powers and kill me? I mean, I’m not the best tool taking in the fact that killing me is fairly easy.” 

That question was on Alice’s mind from the very second when Cassandra gave up the fight in the middle of that weird desert. She never really thought it’ll be enough to make this mighty mutant stop. She was pretty sure it’ll only fuel her anger and cause her to attack harder, killing her on the spot. But it didn’t happen. For some reason, Cassandra gave her a chance to live further.  Right now, Cassandra motioned for Alice to sit on the stool in front of a wonky table and something that looked like a couch combined with a throne.  She walked over there and sat down, finding her balance on the shaky furniture. 

The table was probably the only clean thing here, not covered in dust at all, with a nice, ironed tablecloth on top, and a tea set. Sort of vintage one. White porcelain with small, hand painted flowers. Really pretty. The cups had wavy edges, like small flowers themselves. She hadn’t seen one like that for quite a long while. Finding one in a Void, would explain a lot. They weren’t needed anymore, so why would anyone want to keep them in an overcrowded world anyway, right? That was sad. Someone having a way to decide if you’re needed or not. Cruel even. 

“Because you might be useful to me.” 

Who would’ve expected, right? Again just a tool in all that. What a lovely feeling. Alice just nodded her head, not expecting Cassandra to elaborate on her thought, just accepting it as it is. 

“But, you might be more than a tool. It’s all up to you. Depending on how you’ll behave under my command.” Now Alice looked towards her, still with a sort of indifferent look in her eyes. “Because if you do decide to work with me, and not against me, you’ll be much more than a tool. You have a very strong power, shame to admit, but stronger than mine, you just have no idea how to use it. How to make yourself known with it, and I might have an idea how to put it to work. How to make you bloom, because until now, everyone only cut off your flower, before they even gave you a chance to show off.” 

Alice just observed, her eyes focused on the woman in front of her, feeling something weird almost linger inside her, like a millipede passing over her bones. Barely feelable but still there. 

“With right behavior I might give you all you need. A sense of belonging, a sense of your true self. I can turn you from barely hanging on sapling, to a tree. Tree that’ll bear fruits, and you know why it’s so important to bear sweetness caught up in a delicate shell of a simple peel. Right?” 

“To rot with a purpose…” 

Alice said even before she could think about it, her mind brought up that day when she was making some light snack, and her mind was bothering her about Cassandra all the time. Before the voices were too much, but they were already loud enough to bother her. It felt like summer again. Like fruits were rotting with a purpose of making the city slightly less of a filthy place. 

Cassandra just nodded her head, pushing a cup of tea in Alice’s direction, letting the words sink in. Would it mean betraying all she had until now? Yes. Would it mean not trying to go back to Wade and Logan? Yes. Will it help? Also probably yes. But Nova wouldn’t push for an answer. Sure, she could and normally she’d probably force Alice to follow her lead and order, but this time, she had a feeling that this girl will make the right decision on her own. There was no need to force her to make the decision right now. Besides, more time together will give Cassandra time to learn about humans, their behavior and anatomy. Sure, she knew a bit, after all she created her own body for herself from that knowledge, but it was always better to have a living specimen that you can use any moment you want. Right? 

Alice took the cup, taking a sip, feeling a warmth spread through her body, replacing the lingering cold. Her mind was rushing forward again. She wanted to learn about her powers, how to use them and make them something of hers, something she’ll be known for. She looked towards Cassandra that was now looking somewhere away, her brows furrowed like she was also deep in thought. Alice could tell that her heart was telling her to follow that offer, to trust in this villain and learn a thing or two. But the more she looked at Cassandra, the more she analyzed the glimpse of emotions and memories she caught in her mind, she wasn’t so sure about Nova being the villain.She wasn’t all that scary or psychotic as Wade and Logan wrote her as at all. It seemed like the perfect case of the villain being the villain as long as only the hero tells the story…

[unicornery]

Canadian "Sore-y" and "Aboot" have nothing on the Canadian "Pro-cess"!

Listen to Vital Signs by Rush if you don't believe me

An ounce of perception, a pound of obscure Process information at half speeeed Pause rewind replay Warm memory chip Random sample hold the one you neeeeed

[indiestsnake]

uh hey man I noticed that like. ur body’s cold but theres’s vital signs and they’ve picked your name out from the lines so I just wanted to check in

[myimaginaryradio]

Vital Signs - Rush

[eves-da-best]

Vital Signs - 1x4

Sarah's drunk and her friends/fellow med students are trying to sober her up quick for a test - I'm 😂😂😂😂😂😂

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a tale of two episodes: Murderbot: ep 4 & White Collar: Vital Signs

So, people who follow me for the White Collar fandom probably have no idea what's up with the Murderbot stuff I've been reblogging, or vice versa. Even I wondered what makes two such seemingly different series appeal to me so much. It really clicked for me when I watched last week's episode of Murderbot, because it had so much in common with Vitals Signs, which is one of my all-time favorite White Collar episodes.

Vital Signs: Con artist / FBI consultant Neal goes into a place he shouldn't because he's curious and is captured by the bad guys

MBTV episode 4: Murderbot (a "construct" of combined human cloned material and machine parts) investigates a dangerous location out of curiosity and is captured by the bad guys

Vital Signs: Drugged by the bad guys, loopy Neal sings and praises his rescuer, telling Peter, "You're strong" while Peter leads Neal out. At one point, Neal essentially talks to an office chair

MBTV episode 4: Reacting to what has been done to it by the bad guys, loopy Murderbot sings and praises its rescuer, calling her an "intrepid galactic explorer" while Mensah leads it out. Murderbot hallucinates being in its favorite TV show, talking to characters who aren't there

Anyway, I have a LOT of thoughts about commonalities between Neal and Murderbot, and about themes shared by both series. I'll post those after MBTV season 1 finishes airing

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Do you think Neal is a little bit afraid of needles after that giant one they pricked him with in 1x10? 🥺🤏🏻

[backjustforberena]

BILLY X SARAH, from Vital Signs for @frozen-sq, footage thanks to @evebestonline

[macgyvermedical]

Okay so I have a really specific question. Baseline stats? Except my character is already pretty sick, he's got room to get much much worse but right now he ain't great. He's in a fair amount of pain because he keeps having adverse reactions to painkillers from previous drug abuse and yeah. So what would normal baseline be? And then what would a normal baseline for him bc since he's got this illness. It's idk what you call it but one of the illness that get worse with time... degenerative. Except in this world he can be fixed with enough treatment but he keeps refusing said treatment. Yeah I don't really understand vitals and things so I didn't wanna botch it but based on the info what would you assume would be good? Also what's like the worse someone's vitals could be with them still awake and alive although the mental state can be real messed up. (: thanks hon

So our understanding of normal adult vitals include:

BP: 100/60- 140/90 mmHg (a measurement of pressure)

Pulse: 60-100 beats per minute

Respirations: 12-20 breaths per minute

Temperature: 96-100.4F or 36-38C

SpO2: 95-100%

Level of Consciousness: Alert and Oriented times 4 (can answer 4 specific questions about themselves and their environment)

Now, all these "normals" pretty much assume a healthy, white, 20-something male who has a BMI of 18-25 and who has been sitting quietly for at least 5 minutes. So basically very few real humans.

It's very normal to vary from these somewhat if you are exerting yourself, in pain, sick, or otherwise different from the above demographic. So if we're taking vitals, we want to control what we can (generally asking the person to sit relatively quietly for 5 minutes). If we do this and you're out of range, but we have no other data to work with, we will try to get you back into this range. Because again, it's assumed that to get out of these ranges, you must have something going on medically that needs addressed.

For example, if your blood pressure is 160/90 with a heart rate of 110 because you're in a lot of pain, we can correct that by treating whatever is causing the pain.

Now, there's not always an identifiable (or fixable) reason why someone might be out of range, and sometimes we just correct the vitals themselves because chronically high or low vitals may cause problems. For example, as far as we know right now, living for a long time with a blood pressure in the 180s/100s will eventually cause heart failure, stroke, or heart attack, regardless of the reason. So if we can't get that person back into range by fixing something else, we'll give medications that directly lower blood pressure.

But let's say someone's heart rate is in the 40s because they're a runner. That's normal for them. It doesn't cause them any problems, it's not caused by a disease process, as far as we know won't cause them problems in the future, and their other vital signs are in normal range. They are said to have a "baseline heart rate of 40bpm". That tells other medical providers who are working with them that there's nothing to correct there- ignore that weird reading and just fix anything else that needs fixed.

Baseline can also be used if someone has a chronic illness that is as controlled as it can be, but it still has an impact on their vital signs. Say someone has a heart rhythm called atrial fibrillation with RVR and their heart rate without medications is in the 190s or 200s. This may cause symptoms, but if we medicate to control that rate to between 60-100, it may also cause symptoms.

So we might give enough medication to control the rate to 110s, which minimizes the symptoms they experience but still puts them technically out of range. Their baseline, then, is in the 110s. Again, nothing to correct there, it's just normal for them to be out of range on that vital.

Or, someone might have dementia and be unable to answer all the questions that would make them A+Ox4, but maybe can only consistently answer 2 of them. We wouldn't necessarily be worried about that because we know that it's normal for them to be A+Ox2- their baseline, but we would be worried if suddenly they were A+Ox0.

You can also have other measurements besides vitals that are considered baseline stats. Like pain, or blood sugar, BMI, electrolyte levels, or pretty much any other lab value.

As far as what you are describing I don't know that I can give you specific baselines, as I don't know what his symptoms are or how they relate to vital signs. With chronic pain generally vitals eventually go back to normal (say someone rates their pain at a 5/10 consistently, over time their body normalizes around that pain level and other vitals may only go out of range if they have an acute spike in pain).

What I can give you is a few of the following:

Pain: All vital signs go up

Dehydration/blood loss/shock: BP and LOC goes down, everything else goes up

Kidney problems: BP and HR can change but in what direction is due to the specific problem.

Opioid overdose: RR goes down.

Heart problems: Change in HR and BP but directions can change depending on specific problem.

Lung problems: Usually RR and HR go up

Throwing up: everything goes up

Drug abuse and withdrawal: depends on the drug

[archivesmits]

Jimmy Smits in Vital Signs (1990)

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🎤 Just miming my own business..🎭

▶️ Vital ▲ Signs – By All Means 【1992, Baltimore】

Vital Signs is a Baltimore based group comprised of 3 members, Roland Taylor AKA Redstorm/MC Connoisseur & George Slade AKA MC Law/Lynx, one DJ/Producer, Brandon Ware AKA DJ B-Ware/Arkitek. In 1992 they release their first 12" which is now became a very hard to find record. Few years later the group splits and Mc Connoisseur and MC Lynx decide to join forces with Juahar (Scientific Labs Studios) in order to bring back the heat. Called NuGen the new group recorded a lot of unreleased materials in the mid and late 90's.

Aliases: Nu Gen

Members: Brandon Ware, George Slade, Roland Taylor

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