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3 - War Follows You

Part 4

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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“Stay put gang. Go search Maxon.” I held up my hand signaling for the rest of my team to stay back behind me. We were responsible for locating some hidden explosives that were supposed to be shipped out somewhere we weren’t sure of.

Maxon ran forward entering the house through the nearest window. “Easton, we’ve got visual.” One of my team members came over showing me a camera.

Maxon had a camera attached to the top of his vest and we could see everywhere he went. He went from one bedroom to another until he entered a basement showing us a wall lined up with boxes upon boxes of explosives. “He’s got’em. Move in.” I dropped my hand and our team made our way slowly into the house.

My boots banged on the stairs, and I was the last one to come down into the basement. “Easton! There’s foot traffic over here.”

“You think someone else has already came down here?” I asked my friend Antler.

Antler shakes his head no, brushing his fingers on the fresh footsteps hearing some movement behind some of the boxes. “Look at these markings. These are fresh just like our boots will be which means- “

“Someone else is down here.” I finished his train of thought.

I heard a women’s voice make a noise before a few of us draw out our firearms and aimed them in the direction. “Ah!”

“Come out with your hands up!” I called out while Maxon bared his teeth seeing a figure come around the corner.

The figure was a dark-skinned man all covered in different types of robed fabric. “You have no right to be down here. You are trust passing.” He held a woman against his chest with a gun to her head.

“Sir these explosives were stolen from a nearby US army base. They do not belong to you.” Antler explained to the man.

The guy pointed the gun at us, waving it around where I was nervous that it could go off at anytime. “You are the trust passers here. God will make you pay for what you did to my kids.”

“Ma’am, can you tell us what happened to your kids?” I asked her.

She winced beginning to cry before her husband shoved her onto the ground. “A bomb went off – destroyed our house – uh!”

“I will not let you take her from me. We shall be reunited with them in heaven.” The guy drew something out from behind his back, holding up a switch with a big red button and then I noticed the timer on the nearest explosion box.

Maxon started barking his head off bolting up the stairs when I hollered to my team. “Weapons hot. I repeat weapons hot!” I ran as fast as I could letting the rest of my team go up first hearing the ticking getting louder behind me.

I managed to get out of the door watching Maxon leap up into the low flying helicopter that had the rest of my team inside. “Mallory!” Antler called my name holding out a hand for me. I screamed barely grabbing his hand by the time the building blew up.

“No! I - I’m sorry.” I thrashed in the blankets of my bed throwing my arms and legs about. My chest was tightening, and I shot awake when I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

“Mallory – woah- “I heard someone say before I twisted the person’s wrist the opposite way where they winced in pain.

I drew my other hand into a fist trying to figure out who the intruder was and how he got inside my apartment. “Who the hell are you, intruder!”

“It’s me, Mal. Here look.” The guy used his other hand turning on the lamp that sat on my nightstand bringing light into my dark bedroom. I blinked my eyes adjusting to the light finally seeing who it actually was.

“Will.”

He nodded feeling my fingers loosen their grasp on his wrist. “Yeah, it’s me. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry. I was just sleeping and then – I hurt you.” I reached for his wrist again tracing my thumb over the nails scars that I had dug into his skin.

He moved his wrist from my hand and instead intertwined my hand with his own. “You don’t have to apologize, Mal. Trust me when I say I have the chance of getting hurt much worse at the ED than I do with your nails digging into me.”

“I’m aware. I just feel bad about it.” I replied feeling the bed confuter shift when Maxon leaped up onto the bed and laid down on the other side of me. Will and I were very close, so I never wanted to hurt him in any way and he didn’t want to do anything to upset me.

Will left the bedroom and I heard him flip a switch on in the kitchen. Maxon laid his head in my lap and I slowly ran my fingers through his fur. I also could hear the microwave go on and off and it was a few minutes later he came back with a cup in his hand that he held out for me. “From what I’ve read it says that hot chocolate or coffee helps calm some people down and help your bawl movement too.”

“Will, I appreciate the concern. But I will be perfectly fine without that.” I shake my head no. He meant well but I could see his face shift into full on doctor mode like the drop of a hat. So, I doubt he’d let me decline his help now.

Will sits down at the edge of the bed seeing me pull my knees up close to my chest. “Mallory, this will help I promise. And I’m not leaving until you drink it.” He held out the warm mug again where I took it with a heavy sigh.

I sent him a glare raising the cup to my mouth sipping the liquid. The warm liquid went down my throat and I felt a warm feeling build in my stomach. My shoulders dropped in relief when I laid my back against the pillows behind me. “You’re a pretty good doctor to me, Halstead.”

“Thanks.” He smiled back at me. Silence fell between the three of us in the room, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. His gaze scanned over my face, and he held his gaze with mine pausing before he said another word. “Can I ask what the nightmare was about exactly?”

“Um.” I trailed off tapping my fingers on the red coffee cup.

He drew his question back till I shake my head no. “If it’s too emotional I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“I can talk about it. It’s just – it happened on my first mission out.” I sucked in a breath closing my eyes thinking back on the day it happened. “We were supposed to be retrieving some explosives that were stolen from one of our old bases nearby. It was out in the dessert of Afghanistan. We got information from an informant that they believed the explosives were held up in a hut out in the dunes.”

Will nodded in response. “So, you and Maxon were assigned to locate the explosives for your unit.”

“Yes, and we successfully did find them. Except we didn’t expect that the guy who stole them would be there.” I blinked through some tears sitting the coffee cup down on the nightstand table. “When we found the guy inside the basement, he came around the corner and – he was a little shit for using his wife as a shield. They had lost their kids because another unit before us so they hated us coming in.”

Will touches my knee seeing that my chest was heaving up and down with some tears falling down my face. “You don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to.”

“I’m alright, Will. Um – he didn’t care about her safety, so he threw her on the ground like dirt and pulled out a dedtinator. He pressed it without a second thought and we barely made it out alive.” Maxon made a whimpering noise when I wiped away tears. “Every time I – I close my eyes I see her face. I think how horrible of a life that was for her. And – I couldn’t do anything to stop him.”

Will scooted forward on the bed motioning for Maxon to switch to the other side of the bed. “Woah, woah, hey now. I’m right here.” He wrapped his arms around my shaking body seeing me getting more emotional about the nightmare.

“She’s dead because of me. She’s – I - she’s gone.” I began crying into the fabric of his shirt, clutching my fingers into the fabric.

He rested his chin on top of my head holding me as close to his embrace as possible. “You did everything you could. You hear me, Mallory. You did what you could.” I felt one of his hands raise up and gently ran through my hair attempting to calm me down.

“Will, how did you get into my apartment?” The thought popped into my head once I had stopped sobbing so much.

I lifted my head up slightly from his chest and he kept playing with my hair. “You gave me a key remember.” He chuckled lightly at me.

“Oh right – my bad.” I laid my head back down in his chest and he squeezed me against his warm embrace. We laid in the bed and Maxon laid down at our feet watching over me before I fell back to sleep. “Thank you for being here.”

Will kissed my hair watching me fall asleep before he fell asleep himself. “You’re welcome, Mal.”

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[kriimuline-blog]

"Seems exhilarated" because I am not formally polite to anyone, this doctor was no exeption. Yes, I try to seem friendly, cause I like to make others feel at ease. Obviously it sometimes does not work.

was going through some of my health records and some doctor put “dresses oddly” next to my psychotic symptoms. hey fuck you too man

[foldingfittedsheets]

My beloved wife has a coworker, a very beautiful girl, who snuck into the break room one day when my beloved was sitting alone. She checked the perimeter for any other people listening in. They looked up curiously as the girl assured herself they wouldn’t be overheard.

“Dr. So-And-So is just so beautiful. I don’t know what to say to her when she talks to me, all my thoughts just scatter!”

My wife smiled and agreed that the doctor in question was gorgeous. They chatted along this vein for a bit.

Another coworker drifted in and the girl clammed up. When they had left again she went on to say, “I like guys well enough, I mean. They’re fine,” she said, “But girls are just so beautiful!”

My wife deliberated then finally said, “Look, I’m not saying you’re not straight but uh. That’s the kind of stuff I said before I figured myself out better.”

I’m now very invested in this coworker. Cannot wait to hear updates.

[mysharona1987]

Dear God. This is one of the most horrifying things I think I’ve ever read.

[drdarine]

Do you remember?

When the war on Gaza began in 2023, I was in my third year of medical school holding onto my dreams and my heart, walking a difficult road filled with hope.

Medical school is a seven-year journey, and despite everything, I’ve completed my third year and moved into the fourth the clinical stage.

We were meant to begin this phase at Al-Shifa Medical Complex...

That place was more than a hospital it was a home, a dream, a symbol of everything we believed in.

But the war changed everything.

Today, we continue our training at the Ahli Baptist Hospital the only running hospital left in Gaza, trying to build something that resembles life from what remains.

But Al-Shifa hospital is no longer there.

The images you’ve seen, the news you’ve heard, the cries for help that reached you they tell the story far better than I can.

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[itsaspectrumcomic]

When my mum looked into the possibility of me being autistic when I was a kid, the information she could find said I would have to be nonverbal and unable to read.

While it's true that some autistic people are nonverbal some or all of the time, or may struggle with reading or be dyslexic, neither of those are a requirement to be autistic.

Every autistic person is different.

(I'm pretty sure I was hyperlexic.)

[hoosbandewan]

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[hope-for-the-planet]

From the article:

Studies show that many Americans trust their primary care providers more than any other source for information on global warming. A joint study by Yale University and George Mason University found that those who are disengaged, doubtful, or dismissive of climate change tend to highly trust healthcare providers on the subject. They rank their primary care providers as their first or second most trusted source for climate change information — even higher than public officials from agencies like NASA and news organizations. [...] “Our research shows that when people learn about climate as a health issue, it’s depolarizing,” she said. “So, not only are primary care physicians effective messengers, but the topic of health is something that people can understand and it allows them to approach the issue of climate change in ways that aren’t polarized or colored by all their viewpoints or identities that they hold.”  [...] The Medical Society Consortium on Climate and Health and its 30 state-level affiliates, including Georgia Clinicians for Climate Action, are training healthcare providers on climate communication through fellowships, advocacy work, and educational materials.  [...] In 2020, the National Academy of Medicine launched the multi-year Climate Grand Challenge, a commitment to improve the communication of climate change as a health issue as well as to address systemic issues such as the carbon footprint of the health sector. The American Board of Pediatrics has also officially recognized climate change as a health issue that requires dedicated education, implementing two modules on the topic that pediatricians can take as part of maintaining their board certification.

[bethanythebogwitch]

I listened to reading of some askreddit threads (don't judge me, it's a guilty pleasure) about doctors and healthcare and I notices some major division on topics when the answers were from the doctor's POV and patients' POV. I'm of course not qualified to draw conclusions from this, nor is Reddit a good place to get data, but here are some recurring points I found where the doctor and patient position appeared to be different.

Doctor POV: we can always tell when people are faking pain for opioids. It's extremely obvious.

Patient POV: multiple doctors accused me of drug seeking when I was actually in agony from stones, appendicitis, endometriosis, a tumor, etc.

Doctor POV: people who try to diagnose themselves are really annoying and counter productive.

Patient POV: I only figured out what was wrong with me by searching the internet after multiple doctors dismissed or failed to diagnose me. Alternatively: I went in with a good idea of what was wrong based on past experiences/family history/ etc and the doctors didn't take me seriously. Some would even refuse to do tests to check if the self-diagnosis was correct.

Doctor POV: the phrase "I know my body" is usually used by people who don't know what they're talking about. We are the ones who know medicine so we can tell if you're sick or not.

Patient POV: I knew something was wrong with me because I know my body and know when something isn't normal. The doctors wouldn't take me seriously and told me nothing was wrong after only doing basic tests.

Again, Reddit is not a good place to get data as the nature of the website encourages people posting more sensational stories and exaggerating or fabricating stories to get upvotes. In addition, most of these stories are likely far from the average doctor and patient experience. However, it appears that there may (emphasis, may) be a disconnect between doctors and patients that involves doctors not taking patients seriously and thinking they know better than patients about their own bodies. It seems like defaulting to thinking patients exaggerate pain to seek drugs and that patients don't have any way of understanding their own health is really detrimental.

Do not take this post as me saying you shouldn't go to the doctor. If you need medical help, go to the doctor. The medical system isn't perfect, but it's the best we have. And go to an actual doctor, not a naturopath, homeopath, or other quack.

[reasonsforhope]

"Growing up, Mackenzee Thompson always wanted a deeper connection with her tribe and culture.

The 26-year-old member of the Choctaw Nation said she grew up outside of her tribe’s reservation and wasn’t sure what her place within the Indigenous community would be.

Through a first-of-its-kind program, Thompson said she’s now figured out how she can best serve her people — as a doctor.

Thompson is graduating as part of the inaugural class from Oklahoma State University’s College of Osteopathic Medicine at the Cherokee Nation. It’s the first physician training program on a Native American reservation and in affiliation with a tribal government, according to school and tribal officials.

“I couldn’t even have dreamed this up,” she said. “To be able to serve my people and learn more about my culture is so exciting. I have learned so much already.”

Thompson is one of nine Native graduates, who make up more than 20 percent of the class of 46 students, said Dr. Natasha Bray, the school’s dean. There are an additional 15 Native students graduating from the school’s Tulsa campus.

The OSU-COM graduates include students from 14 different tribes, including Cherokee, Choctaw, Muscogee, Seminole, Chickasaw, Alaska Native, Caddo, and Osage.

Bray said OSU partnered with the Cherokee Nation to open the school in 2020 to help erase the shortage of Indigenous doctors nationwide. There are about 841,000 active physicians practicing in the United States. Of those, nearly 2,500 — or 0.3 percent — are Native American, according to the Association of American Medical Colleges.

When American Indian and Alaska Native people visit Indian Health Service clinics, there aren’t enough doctors or nurses to provide “quality and timely health care,” according to a 2018 report from the Government Accountability Office. On average, a quarter of IHS provider positions — from physicians to nurses and other care positions –are vacant.

“These students here are going to make a generational impact,” Cherokee Nation Principal Chief Chuck Hoskin Jr. told the students days before graduation. “There is such a need in this state and in this region for physicians and this school was created out of a concern about the pipeline of doctors into our health system.”

The Cherokee Nation spent $40 million to build the college in its capital of Tahlequah. The walls of the campus feature artifacts of Cherokee culture as well as paintings to remember important figures from Cherokee history. An oath of commitment on the wall is written in both English and Cherokee.

The physician training program was launched in the first year of the pandemic.

Bray said OSU and Cherokee leadership felt it was important to have the school in the heart of the Cherokee Nation, home to more than 141,000 people, because students would be able to get experience treating Indigenous patients. In Tahlequah, students live and study in a small town about an hour east of Tulsa with a population of less than 24,000 people.

“While many students learn about the problems facing these rural communities,” Bray said. “Our students are getting to see them firsthand and learn from those experiences.”

While students from the college are free to choose where to complete their residency after graduation, an emphasis is placed on serving rural and Indigenous areas of the country.

There’s also a severe lack of physicians in rural America, a shortage that existed before the COVID-19 pandemic. The Association of American Medical Colleges has projected that rural counties could see a shortage between 37,800 and 124,000 physicians by 2034. An additional 180,000 doctors would be needed in rural counties and other underserved populations to make up the difference.

Bray said OSU saw an opportunity to not only help correct the underrepresentation of Native physicians but also fill a workforce need to help serve and improve health care outcomes in rural populations.

“We knew we’d need to identify students who had a desire to serve these communities and also stay in these communities,” she said.

Osteopathic doctors, or DOs, have the same qualifications and training as allopathic doctors, or MDs, but the two types of doctors attend different schools. While MDs learn from traditional programs, DOs take on additional training at osteopathic schools that focus on holistic medicine, like how to reduce patient discomfort by physically manipulating muscles and bones. DOs are more likely to work in primary care and rural areas to help combat the health care shortages in those areas.

As part of the curriculum, the school invited Native elders and healers to help teach students about Indigenous science and practices...

Thompson said she was able to bring those experiences into her appointments. Instead of asking only standard doctor questions, she’s been getting curious and asking about her patient’s diets, and if they are taking any natural remedies.

“It’s our mission to be as culturally competent as we can,” she said. “Learning this is making me not only a better doctor but helping patients trust me more.”

-via PBS NewsHour, May 23, 2024

[mariluphoto]

During the "pause" in Gaza, the West Bank continues to be raided and Palestinian continue to be killed. Doctor Shamekh Abu Al Rob was shot de@d in a raid this morning. He is 1 of 230 killed in the West Bank in 7 weeks.

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

My jaw has been bothering me for over a month. Can’t yawn or breathe deeply without pain. Sometimes I can’t eat in the mornings until the Tylenol has kicked in. I’ve been to 3 different dentists, including a fancy specialist that of course wasn’t covered by my insurance. I went to my primary when my ear stared hurting too, went to an ears nose and throat doctor that just hadddd to be a referral and took weeks to get just for that to be a dead end. The pain increased to the point that I wanted to stab my ear to make it quit. I was at my lowest point and decided fuck it, let’s go to an urgent care because god knows I’ve done everything else outside of going to an emergency room. I was told they only had PAs available due to short staffing which had me a little worried, not going to lie.

The very sweet lady that couldn’t have been more than 25 and was severely overworked said with very wide eyes, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I believe it’s a swollen sinus.”

As someone that has no allergies, not even seasonal ones, and doesn’t even have a stuffy nose, I was pretty skeptical. She said the swollen sinus is putting pressure on my jaw which is in turn putting pressure on my ear and they are all linked.

However, she prescribed me medicine, something none of the other doctors did. And wouldn’t you know it, my jaw is no longer hurting and my ear pain is barely noticeable and it’s only been 24 hours.

The 3 hour urgent care visit was worth it.

[mysharona1987]