#take my online nursing exam for me

[mathexamhelper-tutor]

[loose-leafstudy]

3:18pm

sunday, jan 29

happy sunday! 

online school isn’t going too bad, i've only had one all-nighter so far lol. i’m really enjoying my pathophysiology class though! and my goal for this week is to get most of my assignments and quizzes done by wednesday, fingers crossed 

wishing everyone a great week ✿

+ important biology lesson below

(don’t ask me how many times i've learned the cell parts for a class lol)

[essaywritinghelp]

[just-a-jock]

Doctors appointment

You’ve always hated the doctors office and appointments. Something about waiting around, taking off work early or even entirely just to be told to get some rest always bothered you. After getting your new insurance your friends and family kept pressing for you to get your yearly physical and ended up crumbling to the pressure. You looked online for the first appointment that wouldn’t interior your work and found a 7PM appointment with Dr.Hendrix.

You were happy to find an appointment outside of normal working outs and shocked to even see it was available but you immediately booked it. Cut to today where you are walking into the clinic, Hendrixxx MD. You saw on the sign sounds more like a porn studio than a doctors office. After checking in, the abnormally attractive nurse showed you to the patient room.

As you sat down you looked around the room filled with pictures of insanely buff gay men all partying

“All my patients, aren’t they attractive”

You jump in the chair from being surprised and then turn around and see the attractive 20-something in doctor getup.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Hendrix. I’ll be helping you today” he said we a confidence of a high school jock. He reached out to shake your hand as you see his shirt strain with every movement clear sign of someone who buys their shirt once size too small.

“It’s nice to meet you” you respond shyly as he smirks

“Now let’s see you’re here for your physical…. Okay can you please change out of your clothes and into this” he said rummaging through his drawer until he pulled out a small beige color brief.

“Uh…. What is that. I’m not putting that on” you respond with a bit of worry and shock

“This is standard for any physical preformed in my clinic. I have to inspect your body and skin and I can’t do that with your clothes on. If you don’t want to then we can cancel this appointment but you will be charged the channel fee which is 200% of the service without insurance” he responded smirking almost like he’s said this exact spiel before.

“And how much would that be” you respond

“Well a normal physical here cost $550 per session so you would have to pay $1100.”

You swallow knowing you don’t have enough in your savings to pay that. After sometime you decide what’s the worse that can happen you do have to get a physical anyways and you are already here. You grab the pair from his hand as he smirks watching you walk to the small bathroom in the office.

Inside you start to change out of your clothes and take a glance at the brief before you put it on. The material felt like spandex very similar to the speedos those annoying instagays wear while at the beach. On the top right corner near the groin you noticed the brand name “Jake”. Finally you put the briefs on, feeling the slick Lycra material against your skin especially against your cock making you shiver.

As you walk back in the exam room you see the doctor smile.

“Great, please sit down and we can begin” he said patting on the examination chair

As you sit down on the cold table as Dr. Hendrix looked over your body and going back and forth from his clipboard. He begins touching your body all over specify your biceps, pecs and abs. You were about to say something until…

“So unfortunately you do have a condition called male hypogonadism. Basically your body doesn’t produce enough testosterone.”

You look at him with shock. You have always been healthy and your precious doctors have never mentioned anything about low testosterone.

“ just to confirm I’m going to need to take a look at your testicles” he said

“What? No, why?” You replied in shock and confusion

“Due to your testicles being the center of testosterone production it would give me a better picture”

After taking sometime to ponder you decide to go with it as you wanted to avoid anything bad in the future. You pull down the briefs and let him inspect your private area. You looked at the ceiling trying to avoid eye contact while examined your parts. You felt like he was down there for a while until you felt a sharp pain right in your balls. Quickly looking down your eye widen seeing a needle being struck inside your sack. Inside the syringe was a semi-viscous off-white liquid being slowly pushed inside. Before you’re even able to react the entirety of the needle has been injected into your balls. You finally push back the doctor and fall back onto the chair quickly pulling up the briefs.

“WHAT THE FUCK, what did you put into me” you scream at him as he gets up from the ground with a smirk

“Calm down, I injected you with a testosterone booster to help your body produce more testosterone naturally”

“I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT, I’m going to fucking report you to the medical board and get to clinic closed” you said putting your hands on the side of the chair about to get up

“You really can’t make this easy” he replied as he pressed a button underneath his desk. 4 clamps came out of the chair you were sitting at and locked themselves around your wrist and legs. You fight against the restraints but seem to be holding you tighter the more you fought.

“Now that I finally have you settled I can explain to you the procedure. Normally have plenty of guys coming to my office looking for testosterone boosters to help them bulk up but you just wanted a regular check up. Well I couldn’t have someone like you be a regular at my clinic and representing my work so I decided to change you to be more like the others that come out of her”

“ You won’t fucking get away with this freak, let me go!” You shout at him and simultaneously asking for help.

“Oh but I had even a better idea. My clinic finally got access to a trail run of this new medication which is Testosterone replacement therapy and that’s what I inject in you. Basically the medication is mixed with DNA and injected into the subject. Slowly the medication will rewrite the subjects DNA into the provided template. Of course I wanted to try this out first so I decide for you to be my test dummy.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he is doing to you.

“Haha yes I inject some of my semen inside your testicle and soon the process will start wor…”

“AHHHH” you screamed as he was caught off. You immediately starts to feel a sharp hot heat radiating from your cock and balls. “Fuck fuck what did you do to me” you say with your eyes closed. Your body starts to involuntarily start to buck in the air.

“I guess the show has started” he responds smirking and siting back in his desk chair

With the repeated bucking in the air you start to notice your cock get insanely hard straining against the speedo. Your balls start to pull like they have their own heart beat. Slowly your cock starts to expand past it’s normal hard state creating a noticeable bulge in the speedo, the growing balls behind it don’t help in hiding it either as it continues to push your cock to forefront of the brief creating a perfect outline of your cock. You feel inside your ball changing as if your old cum is being destroyed. Your cum factories are being invaded and being modified to produce a foreigners substance. The pulsing starts to increased as you knew it has finally taken over and has started to produce the new boosted testosterone. The hormones starts to travel through your body ready to modify the rest to the provided template

“Please…. Stop..” you’re able to squirm before the change continue on.

Next your body hair starts to fall out leaving your body smooth like those typical gay fuckboys you see all over the beach. Though you notice certain areas actually increase in volume and of course the typical fetish zones. Your armpit hair starts to puff up becoming dark and noticeable from a far. And lastly you lock down as your pubes starts to climb up like ivy on a wall until they rest just above the briefs taunting anyone looking at your cock.

As your body hair finishes up the hormone start to target the main cause of gay desire, your muscles. Slowly your legs start to inflate growing large and strong like you have been doing squats since your teenage years along with your ass growing outwards and making your seat a little more comfortable. You do notice your hole slightly relax cementing yourself as the perfect verse . Your biceps grow along to match your new legs until they are the size of footballs. Next you feel the changes concentrate on your core as a set of washboard abs start to manifest on the service of your stomach perfectly completing the exposed pubes from before. You even notice them growing a little more upwards to perfect the change. Lastly came the beautiful set of pecs which started to pump outwards matching the pulses of your balls. They finally create a nice shelf over your abs as your nipples darken and start to point outward. The changes to your muscles settle as your body looks identical to the hot doctor in front of you. You open your eyes and look around thinking the changes are over until your balls start to pulsate once again. The sensation travels up your body until your head feels a massive pressure. Slowly your bone structure starts to morph mimicking that of the doctors. Your lips plump outwards ready to introduce every and all cocks it can find. Your cheekbones move upwards giving you a sharp face and a semi permanent smile. All the fat melts away from your neck leaving behind a jawline that can cut glass and a prominent adams apple. The changes settle thinking the last of it has happened and pleading to the doctor to change you back.

“Please please, I don’t want this. I want to be me” you beg of him

“Oh don’t worry, you’re going to love your life after a while and you won’t even remember your old one” he said pressing another button as the restraints pull you down forcing you to lay backside to the chair as you stair at the ceiling. You hear him opening his drawer again and rummaging around until he starts to walk over to you.

“Now this is the final step before you become the perfect clone” he said placing a pair of oil spill colored glasses. You scream as he slowly places the glass onto your face until they sit perfect. You immediately quiet down as he smirks know it’s working.

Your eyes are forced open as inside the glasses start to display videos of memories foreign to you. All you can do is grunt trying to fight back from these new memories forcing them selfs inside your brain replacing your old. Your mind is completely enthralled and you almost don’t notice the doctor has pulled down your speedo and whispers something under his breath

This will help the reprogramming along. He places something over his….. your cock. You start to freak out knowing the reprogramming has started to take effect your mind not being able to between him and yourself. As he ticks the speedo back into place you notice this foreign object get right around the base of your cock and slowly start to buzz creating an orgasmic feeling making your mind even weaker and more susceptible to the brainwashing.

Your mouth opens as the video starts to play more explicit images and videos. Guys fucking, partying, doing drugs everything typical of a circuit party gay. The buzzing gets even stronger during these parts causing you to moan. Soon your cock starts to produce precum creating a large wet spot at the front of the cream colored brief. Finally with the last of the programming finishing up you finally see

CUM

With that your body shakes as your cock shoots loads of your old cum all over the inside of your speedo which is quickly soaked up. The doctor finally releases you from the restraints as your body gets up you realize you can still hear, feel and see everything but your body does not respond to your thoughts.

“It worked perfectly. You’re a 1 to 1 replica of myself. Now the technology of the reprogramming is still in being worked on so I’ll need you to keep the glasses on for now. Understood”

“yes” your body responds in a foreign voice and against your will

“Great, now here are my keys and I booked you.. I mean me a flight to Hawaii. I’m going to need you to post content on our profile and make sure to tell guys about our clinic. Now enjoy”

Your body leaves the room still in your speedo. The nurse at the front smirks knowing what just happened.

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A few weeks later you are staying at a resort working out in the complimentary outdoor gym. You noticed some guy keeps looking at you throughout your workout. He finally comes up to you while you’re working on the dumbbells

“Wow you’re built as hell bro. Got any tips?” He asked

“Haha come to my room and I can show you” I replied smirking as he got the hint.

[macgyvermedical]

Virtual Offerings for Humans and Writers

I am a Registered Nurse, have a Master of Public Health and experience in hospital floor nursing, outpatient nursing, public health nursing, and education. I am establishing a base of virtual offerings for anyone who is interested. Thanks for perusing my wares!

Note that everything here can be done via videocall, phone call, discord message, email, or text, as appropriate for the situation.

My contact email for this work is consultingwhumper@gmail.com.

You can pay me for things like:

New Condition Education (Did you just get diagnosed with something the doctor didn't have time to explain well? I am happy to schedule some time with you to help you better understand.) - Sliding Scale from $10-30/hr

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New! I also teach physical exam skills online. Great for if you missed them in nursing or medical school (I taught exam skills for 4 years to med students) or if you’re just interested as a lay person. I promise I am nicer than the last person who taught them to you!

Need something that's not on the list? Just ask!

[blissfullyecho]

my daily & weekly routine (2023)

self care | studying | health | working | etc.

figured i would write my daily routine that i’m going to adhere to for the next few months— at least until summer semester starts for me (in may) but that’s still TBA.

first, let’s start with my goals until summer semester.

get accepted back into school and pass my entrance exam

get hired to start the patient care technician program at the hospital i want to work at in march so that i can gain hospital experience and i can start working in healthcare (this is the hospital that i want to become a nurse at also)

lose 40 pounds + form a habit of daily exercise

work as much as possible (try to aim for at least 5x a week) until the patient care tech program starts (which is only a 5 week program but i’ll be unable to work those weeks) — my goal is to get caught up with some bills/debt and have $5,000 saved so i don’t have to worry about working during the patient care tech program

move into a new apartment either in downtown or on the beach

grow in my faith, self-love, and be more knowledgeable

so basically, my goals for the first part of 2023 is working on my career, going back to school, and getting my health and finances together.

i would like to start my business, but i want to first focus on getting accepted back into school and getting my career started; then starting my business.

moving on to my daily routine/ tasks, and my weekly and monthly routine

daily:

study for at least 3 hours a day for my school’s placement exam (math, reading, and writing) — an hour each day for each subject

exercise at least 30 minutes a day to start with, eventually graduating to an hour a day

until my phone interview next thursday for the patient care tech program, i’ll spend some time going over interview questions to get myself more prepared— spending at least 30-45 minutes going over that each day

daily bible reading and prayer

reading at least 1-2 chapters per day of a self-help book

listening to at least 1 podcast or educational video each day

follow my morning/evening beauty routines like skincare, showering, haircare, and eventually make it a habit to get ready every morning (this will have to wait until my grandmother gets better honestly— i don’t have the time)

adhere to a cleaning routine and clean as i go so i can spend less time cleaning and more time thriving in a well-maintained environment that’s beneficial to both my physical and mental health

weekly:

to track my weight loss progress, i will measure myself and weigh myself 1x per week (saturday)

go to work at least 5x each week or work at least 5 shifts (some days i might work doubles)

take a weekly practice test of each of those subjects (math, writing, and reading) (sunday)

attend church (in person or online) each week (sunday)

i should also mention that i lost 1.7 pounds this week.

[ellecdc]

Hi elle i was the anon whose results were supposed to come out today. well, my average fell by two grades. i'm not happy, my parents are not happy. I passed barely with decent scores. I'm going to a mediocre business school this fall (if they even want me) yay i guess. that's it for the update im going to go jump off a cliff now

should i just stop my education? anyways my stupidity and mental health doesn't allow it guess the futures not very bright after all

I'm sorry that it's taken me a few days to respond to this; I will admit I've been having a difficult time myself and didn't feel I had it in me to give this ask the response it deserves.

instead of babbling off motivational quotes about how "it'll all be alright in the end; if it's not alright then it is not yet the end" etc etc, I will tell you a story.

my best friend growing up [and one of my dearest friends still to this day] failed her written drivers test seven times [I don't think either of us really remember the actual number because every time we tell the story, the number grows more and more lol, but it was certainly at least 4-5 times]. Today? She's driving around and we laugh and laugh whenever we tell the story.

my first degree was in psychology. when I was 17-21, my mental health was at an all time low, particularly in my first and second year, and by the third [and then my fourth] I was so unbelievably tired of school... I failed. I failed a lot of classes. I failed a sociology class, I failed my first year intro to psychology! [basically psych 101 - as a psych major], and a few statistics/math courses!

in fact, in my second year I decided to take one class online while my other four were all in person. I submitted the first quiz in that online class and then nothing else for the rest of the semester. I never logged on again, never dropped the course, and by the time I realized what I'd done [or bothered to consider the consequences of putting this class 'out of sight, out of mind'] it was during exam season, and I knew I hadn't learned a single thing in that course and was going to fail, so I never even showed up to the final exam.

you know what I finished that class with? 8%.

on my university transcript, I have an 8%. I didn't just fail, I FAILED.

and you know what else? I got my degree anyway

I have a degree hanging in my office; a degree that saw a lot of tears, a lot of pain, a lot of failures, and a lot of doubts. sometimes I still wonder if I even deserved the degree, seeing as how I was anything but studious or invested in my academics. I graduated, and it was not with honours nor anywhere near top of my class, but I graduated

I even worked for two years in the field immediately post graduation. not only did I get the degree, I also got the job

and then....I took my transcript from my first university - that same transcript that has an 8% on it - and applied to another university....and got accepted

and remember that friend I mentioned? the same one who failed her drivers test an 'obscene' amount of times? she went to nursing school, and did really well. she's a devoted care taker and if anything ever happened to me [or any of my loved ones], I would absolutely want her in charge of my care.

well, she failed her nursing exam. she was devastated; this was all she'd ever wanted to do, the only career she ever saw herself in, and she'd devoted so many years trying to get here

so I reminded her about the drivers test. and I said "sweets, what are we doing right now?" and she was like "...talking?" and I was like "no shut up; right now we are sitting in your car in a McDonald's parking lot that you drove us to...with your license that you got. So yeah, maybe you failed your nurses exam, but you also failed your drivers test, yet here you are almost seven years later having driven an incalculable number of kilometres. you failed your test and it probably sucked at the time, but today we laugh about it and it's nothing but a moment in time. you will nurse one day, and this will be merely a moment in time that you may not even fully remember."

so.......all this to say; tests are sometimes meant to be failed. that's not a comforting thought, and I'm sorry, but you either pass or you fail [or you pass but aren't please with your marks]. and right now this feels big, and right now it feels heavy, but one day this moment and these feelings will only be a memory or a moment in time. I've never been anything but a mediocre student until I went back to college in 2020 [I was twenty four at the time!], and yet I still graduated high school, got accepted to university, failed classes, graduated university, and got accepted to university again.

my friend failed her drivers test numerous times yet owns her own car and drives everyday. she failed her nursing exam yet still tends to patients in hospitals and nursing homes today.

don't stop your education, don't jump off a cliff, and don't be too hard on yourself - it's a moment in time, you're building your lore, and you will be okay.

xx

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for running away from home?

I (17F) am regarded as gifted by my family and peers. This on its own isn't bad, but... I wanted to be a nurse, but my parents (especially my mother) insisted I do better and become a doctor. Believing they knew what was best for me, I decided to work towards becoming a doctor. Over time, I had to bend to their whims more and more, to the point where I lost my sense of self.

A couple years ago, I met a musician who I'll call Y (17F) online. We would work together on music and eventually became friends. Later, two others joined our group: S (17F) and A (16F ...I think?). Within our underground music group, I was the lyricist. I had planned to disappear because of all the pressure put on me outside of our group, particularly from my mother, but Y pulled me from the event horizon and said she would continue working until she made a song that saved me. As we started spending more time as friends, I was forced to come to terms with my treatment at home. I was expected to be perfect.

My mother discovered our underground music group because of an old synthesizer I was using for it. She saw them as a distraction from me becoming a doctor like she wanted me to be. After I started rebelling, including skipping a mock exam to hang out with my friends, she began to double down. I had to hide everything related to my group in hidden folders on my computer, but she managed to find them anyways. She ended up meeting with Y behind my back, trying to separate us.

The meeting went... about as poorly as you might expect. Things rapidly went downhill from there. My mother threw away my synthesizer and (likely intentionally) spilled juice on my laptop, breaking it. I was almost completely cut off from everyone, and it was difficult for me to even focus on studying like she wanted me to. Every time I heard her come close, I think I panicked. My grades began slipping, which I tried to hide, but she noticed anyways. She tried to take my phone, my last connection to my friends, away. We fought over it until my phone fell into water and broke. I was alone.

Eventually I found a little outside encouragement from H (??F) and K (??M), who convinced me to confront my mother with how I truly felt. I poured my heart out to her, even after I almost didn't tell her anything because she started crying. And yet, she still did not listen. She blamed music and the group for my struggles. She blamed them for why I no longer wanted to become a doctor, even though I never wanted to be one in the first place. So after remembering a talk with A, I decided to run away to Y's home.

Now that I'm here, I'm not sure if I did the right thing. All my friends say I did, but... I don't know. I have a hard time putting my feelings into words, but it just... doesn't feel right. I made my mother cry. Did I really do the right thing?

[softsnzstuff]

Inspired by this post from @blooming-trees , decided to write a little something with Doctor Office AU Eddie.

I’m not a big fan of writing first person pov stories, so this will prob be a one and done - but thought it could be fun to have the reader be the patient in question. 😳🥵 -KB

*****

Pulling into the parking lot, you sigh heavily. Your new job required every employee complete a physical health evaluation and just your luck - your town’s doctors were all booked for the next two months. But you sucked it up and drove an hour and a half away to the next town over. The only place with an availability so soon because you desperately needed to start this job.

Hawkins. Not your first choice of town by any means. Small towns always sort of gave you the heebie jeebies. You got out of your car, forms in hand, and made your way inside. The girl at the reception desk was laughing at someone behind her when you walked in.

The bell above the door chimed and alerted her to your arrival. “Hi!” She greeted, “So sorry. They’re just being silly back there. You have an appointment?”

“Uh yeah. 2 O’clock with Dr.Munson or something?”

The girl, whose name tag told you was Robin, scrolled on her computer, “Perfect! And I see you submitted your paperwork online already. I just have two consent forms I need you to sign and you’ll be good to go.”

Robin smiled, hanging you a clipboard and pen over the counter, forms attached. You looked around the mostly empty waiting room and took a seat, beginning to skim through the papers.

“K’TSCHiew! Heh-issshue! H’atSSew!”

Your head shoots up as you unconsciously look for the source of the sound. Shit, that was hot. Robin chuckled to herself before swiveling around and yelling over her shoulder.

“Bless you Doctor Rockstar!!”

There came a mumbled reply, too faint to make out. Jesus Christ - if that was the doctor sneezing?? This appointment was about to get way more interesting. Quickly you scribbled a half legible signature on the two forms before standing up and hanging them back to Robin.

Moments later the nurse called you back. Male nurse - nice. He was tall and slender, hair pushed back out of his face.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.” He said.

You smiled and nodded. He already knew your name from the chart. The man took you to an exam room after taking note of your height and weight. Another itchy sounding sneeze came from the back room. You bit down hard on your lip trying to act normal.

“Any concerns you’d like me to bring up with Dr.Munson?” He asked.

“Uh no. Just here for my work checkup.” You said, hanging Steve the form you’d been white knuckling.

“Okay!” Steve took the paper and attached it to your chart. “He should be in soon alright?”

You nodded as he shut the door. It was only a few minutes later that there was a knock on the door before a man walked in. He was wearing scrubs under his white coat and his hair was pulled back into a bun.

“Doctor Rockstar, I presume?” You asked jokingly.

The man laughed, rolling his eyes, “That’s what my peds patients call me, yeah. And my colleagues when they want to be silly…. Anyways you can call me Eddie.”

He reached out and shook your hand. You stared at into his big brown eyes. They looked a little puffy and his nose was red.

“So I hear we’ll be doing a quick hehh checkup- ixxtCHU! Gxxxtch! H’Nxxt! Excuse me!” He had ducked down into the sleeve of his coat.

“B- bless you.” You stammered after a too-long pause, realizing you would be rude to ignore the outburst.

He sniffled, turning his attention back to you. “You look a bit flushed. Let’s check your temperature really quickly.”

You felt like your brain was short circuiting. Had you really been blushing that hard?? And now he thinks you have a fever?! Before you could even collect your thoughts, he was coming at you with the metal instrument.

“Open please.” He smiled.

You did as you were told, fidgeting slightly as the thermometer did it’s job. After a few moments he pulled it out. “98.6! Perfect!”

“Yay!” You said awkwardly, immediately regretting it.

He slipped off the plastic cover and threw it away, placing the instrument back in the drawer before turning to the side rather dramatically, “HihUSHew! E’KTSHiew! Snfsnff NG’issh’ue!”

As he straightened out again, he plucked a tissue from the box on the counter, back of his wrist still held to his fact.

“I’m so sorry!” He paused to blow his nose and wash his hands.

When he turned back towards you, you were staring at him, eyes wide.

“Oh my gosh.” He said, “I’m so sorry! I promise I’m not sick, my allergies are the worst. I can wear a mask if you’re uncomfortable?”

“No!” You said almost too quickly. No way did you want him to cover up that tickly nose of his. Backtracking a little, you rephrased, “You don’t have to do that, it’s alright I totally understand.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, “I know it’s kind of gross.”

“I don’t mind.” Jesus Christ who says something like that??

He nodded, putting on his stethoscope. He chuckled to himself as he listened.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” He looked up at you and smiled, “It’s okay, doctors make me nervous too. Good news is, everything seems great! And if you have no other concerns, I’m more than happy signing off on this paperwork for you.”

“Thanks so much!” You say.

God, everything about this was so awkward. Turned on by your own doctor and he could see all the physiological signs. He scribbled on the paper and handed it to you.

“Thanks again, Doctor Rockstar.” You teased.

He laughed as he turned to exit the room, “No problem. Nice meeting yihh you H’iKSHtiew!”

When you’d checked out and gotten back to your car, you huffed a sigh. Yeah. Thank god this was not your regular doctors office. Way too distracting and embarrassing.

[gracielbas]

It's 2024 and who doesn't succumb most of their days scrolling in their phones, typing away in fb messenger, making tiktoks or just laughing at cat memes. Of course, as a Gen-Z-er, I'm part of the digital native population or basically you can call me—chronically online because let's be real here I basically grew up with the internet. That is why I cannot imagine a life without technology, I feel like life would be 100x harder than it is today.

If you were to ask me how deeply integrated technology is to my daily life then I would tell you I am living in a "Cybereal world" and what is that you ask? It's a word I just made up to describe an interconnected world of technology and real life. Now, to get you a look in my daily life in the Cybereal world, let me show you how my day usually goes.

First, in the morning I consider my phone as my lifeline. Why? because as a student who's always tired and sleep deprived I find it hard to always wake up on time so I set up countless (and when I say countless I really mean infinite number) of alarms with 10 to 20 minute intervals. Sometimes, my friends also call me via Messenger or through my phone number to wake me up which I really appreciate so much 'cuz nothing beats starting your morning with some good vibes from your friends right?

After waking up, I start preparing for school. My school schedule is divided between online and offline setup. So on days where I have to go to school, I get ready with music playing in the background. I stream music from youtube 'cuz ya know I have to support my fave kpop group by streaming their music video or I use spotify as I have a subscription (thank god for student discounts it's like the only best thing I have received for being a student) ehem, anyways I usually just play music in my phone or my laptop (mp3 and CD players are so out of trend) . Then after getting ready, I chat my schoolmates and my beloved friends that I'm on my way to school and we decide on where to meet up for breakfast. Once I arrive school, the most important feature in our entire university campus is the elevator. I would not climb up 9 floors of stairs just to get to our room everyday. My weak body cannot tolerate that so praise whoever made elevators.

Online classes are like the best example of how internet and technology has changed this world like can you believe you can get proper education in the comfort of your homes? I really cannot grasp that idea at first but due to the pandemic that happened and the rise of digital world, it just became normal for me. Therefore, my online classes are just me (staring) listening attentively to my professor and taking down notes in Google Docs (PRO TIP! its easier this way).

After classes, I usually go out with my friends to go eat or visit some recreational spots just for leisure and enjoyment 'cuz we always go by the saying "You're never this young, so enjoy your life to the fullest." Of course, we cannot go anywhere without our phones 'cuz how are we going to navigate our way there without google maps? Or how can I go home without the use of transportation booking apps? As someone who sucks at directions google maps and online transportation booking apps are my holy grail.

Everytime I hang out with my friends, I always and I say ALWAAAYS end up with a hurting stomach because of excessive laughing and of course these moments are the moments we want to cherish and keep for the longest time. There's no better way to capture such wonderful moments than with your very high quality phone camera.

After spending a healing moment with friends, I'm back to being a fulltime student as I open my laptop and slave away to finishing school works. During exam seasons, I spend the rest of my week cooped up in my room in front of my computer reading transes for my exams. I also search more information on our topics and lessons in the internet. I also want to give a very special shoutout to Nurse Sarah and her youtube channel for carrying me throughout my college years.

Sometimes, I hop on discord call with my friends and we study together and teach each other concepts and lessons. I appreciate the rise of online calls through various platforms as it really makes it easy to communicate with people even without leaving my home.

A little bit about me is that I am diabetic so I have to take note of my blood glucose. There's this device called glucometer which lets me take my blood glucose level at home—which saves me lots of money as I don't have to go to the clinic and pay for professional fee just to get my blood glucose checked. Aside from that, I have to be active to stay healthy or else I'll have complications with my health. Therefore, I keep track of my exercise activity which I do using my phone and this app called health tracker.

I agree with what Ms. Ariana Grande said in her song 7 rings "whoever said money can't solve your problems must not have hadenough money to solve them" and so, I tend to reward myself by spoiling myself with my favorite things like buying kpop photocards and merchandises. I usually buy them online through applications or platforms like Shopee, Lazada or through twitter, which is now known as X. Whenever I buy online, I use this mobile money transferring app called GCash to pay for my items. I do agree that this form of e-wallet made purchasing items faster and more convenient as I don't have to frequently withdraw money from my bank account. If ever I do need to transfer money from my bank I can do it online through money transfer from bank to e-wallet. I would like to say that this also made me more impulsive in my buying decisions though. Luckily though this easier method of buying and paying is now applied in offline stores as I can pay my items through any e-wallet. All of this leads us to the equation of more things bought + more items gained = happier me

After doing all of these mentioned above, I move on to completing other house chores like washing my clothes like my uniform and then cooking food using our electric stove or the microwave if I'm feeling lazy. Being done all that, I end my day by listening to music again or watching k-dramas to put me to sleep. (i often forget to set my alarm again but I wanna thank whoever made scheduled alarm setups). All in all my cybereal world is full of living life with technology to accompany me in every step I take. Starting from waking up to ending my day, I need technology to back me up. Yes, I agree that I can do these things without my phone, laptops, etc but aren't traditional alarm clocks, cars, and even our doors are form of technology too? I believe that technology came to fruition to be a support for our everyday world. It's just up to us to control the way we let technology control our every day life. That ends this post, if you want to share your application of technology in your daily life then feel free to comment below your own version of your CYBEReal world! Thank you for reading~

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1.22.23

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” -Thomas Edison

I’m two weeks into my first semester of nursing school. I’m taking two classes right now- Fundamentals of Nursing, and Pathophysiology. Fundamentals is the class that currently consumes most of my time. There are three components that make up this course: didactic, lab, and clinical. Didactic is a term that’s new to me, it’s a fancier way of saying “lecture.” I’m not sure why they call it didactic instead of lecture; but the very essence of nursing school is being unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. More on that later. The lab portion of this class provides you an opportunity to learn and practice foundational nursing skills on a mannequin prior to attending clinical in a hospital or long term care facility and performing them for the first time on actual patients (under the direct supervision of an an RN of course). With each skill you learn, you have a couple of days to practice before you have to perform what is called a “return demo”. This is a timed and pass/fail graded demonstration of whatever skill you are learning that you perform in front of your clinical instructor. Did I mention it was timed? The clinical portion is the part where you actual go to a clinical site- a LTC facility or a hospital. That’s the extent of knowledge I have on that currently. I will update as time goes on and I get some experience under my belt. I also mentioned pathophysiology. For me, this is a fully online class and a real thorn in my side to work into my schedule, as the assignments are lengthy and time consuming, and my first exam in both classes happen to fall on the same day.

So obviously, a lot has transpired over the last two weeks. I passed my first return dem last week, but my nerves were evident. I was ecstatic about my first win in nursing school. However, I also had my first loss. I failed my first quiz. I could come up with a million excuses but the fact remains; I was ill prepared. I have always been an exceptional student in any class I’ve ever taken, really. This was my first real fail, I took it hard. I beat myself up, cried, and even had talk of quitting. In that moment (actually a little bit later when I talked to my therapist) was when I realized sure on paper I got an F, but that doesn’t have to be the end story. I have an opportunity to turn this around. I can change gears, try some different study tactics. I’m human, and I’m juggling a lot. Going to nursing school, being a mom and juggling a job is a lot on my plate and quite frankly, the hardest thing I’ve ever taken on. So it’s okay to miss the mark. It’s one quiz. So now I’m changing gears and readying myself for that A next time. I’m not a failure because I failed one quiz. I would be though, if I stopped now. My earlier threats were empty. I don’t wave my white flag that easily. Now I have a return demo and another quiz to ready myself for.

Enjoy some pictures from my first couple of weeks in nursing school.

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Social Anxiety is Measurable

I felt the urge to share a personal anecdote that might be beneficial to anyone who has suffered from social anxiety but not had support. It’s easy for others who do not experience discomfort to invalidate others’ truth, even if it is not intentional.  So, a little background about me: I have had clinical depression for over 20 years (starting in high school) and after many years of battling, finally found a perfect combination of anti-depressant and anti-anxiety medication. However, I STILL suffer from anxiety, specifically social anxiety, and nothing has really soothed that discomfort. Instead, I practice mindfulness and walk myself through the experience I push myself to have, while practicing self-care and self-love by avoiding certain situations that I don’t feel confident I’ll be able to overcome.  Due to the above, and genetics, I have hypertension (high blood pressure) and while it had been manageable before, about 6 months ago, I was put on medication for this, since I was experiencing some rather unsettling symptoms (you ever see your heartbeat in your eyesight? Feel it in your teeth? Not fun!) Now that you know the relevant information, here’s the story: I had my 6th-month check-in with my physician to make sure my medications aren’t negatively affecting me and that everything is still going well. During the initial intake portion of the appointment, where the nurse assistant/technician weighs you and asks you simple questions, they took my blood pressure.  I had two nurses with me; I’m not sure if one was being trained or if they were just partnered-up to streamline the process (it went super smoothly!). Regardless, as the one was setting up the arm strap, I casually mentioned “oh yeah, my BP is a little high”.  So, I’m continuing talking to the other nurse and the first one gets a little stifff and goes over to her and says, “It’s 180/90″ (something like that - I know I heard “one-eighty” and “over ninety” but they might not have been even like that).  If you don’t know - which I didn’t know myself - This puts me in a Hypertensive Crisis. In other words, I could have a heart attack at any moment and all online research says to “seek medical treatment right away”.  So, the second nurse has a very subtle reaction and notably talks a bit more soothingly to me. I comment off-handedly “I suffer from social anxiety, so my BP is always a little high when I am tested at a doctor’s office.” They both respond something like “Oh, okay then,” which in hindsight was them trying to keep me calm and not stress out more. Once she’s done with the questions, she says, “you know, let me go ahead and just take another reading - the doctor might want to run an EKG” I’m ok “oh damn!” but she said, she wasn’t sure, they just want to confirm that everything is okay. This is especially important because my mother suffered from “The widow maker” heart attack a few years ago - and survived! - but clearly, heart issues run in the family. Luckily, by the second time, my BP went down to something like 160/?? they didn’t say it to ME, it was more to themselves. So, it had come down but it was still high. (Normal is 120/80 or lower, for reference).  I can hear them whisper by the door to the doctor about their findings - the nurse was very detailed and expressed that I shared I have social anxiety (and I’m self-pay, so an EKG might get a little expensive for me).  The doctor comes in and can I just say, she’s amazing! She’s technically a Nurse Practitioner, so I'm just using “doctor” colloquially in this story.   ANYWAY, she calmy says she wants to take it one more time with another cuff - I had taken a seat on the normal guest chairs (I had been on the exam table) and she was like “no, no! We don’t want to move you. You just stay right there and get comfortable.” I do some deep breathing, she returns with the reader and bam - perfect! I can’t recall the exact numbers, but I was back in the “it’s okay/normal” range.  No EKG needed! She explained that a lot of people come in and the same thing happens and yep - it’s the social anxiety! So, the next time anyone gives you grief, feel free to use my story as proof (my name is Cari & you can call me your friend!) that anxiety is REAL and causes SERIOUS CHANGES to the body! I was in “Heart-attack mode” JUST from visiting the doctor! Think about all the times I just go food shopping, have to speak up for myself somewhere like the bank, make an important phone call.... it puts stress on the body. No wonder I’m always exhausted!

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hello, sorry to bother! I was just wondering what is your field of studies? sorry if you've talked about it before but I missed it 😭 you seem to have a good knowledge of the classics, did you study that?

Hello! You are not bothering me, that's why my ask box is open!

I am not in the classics field. The Iliad, the Odyssey, some ancient plays, and our myths, we analyze them thoroughly (and properly) in elementary, middle, and high school in Greece. (In our mandatory for all History or Ancient Greek lessons). If someone is interested and pays attention, and also continues reading and watching documentaries outside of school, they can get pretty decent. Most importantly, Greek students are taught in a way that conveys the context of the era the texts come from. It's not an exotic/foreign concept to us.

My knowledge is not perfect, I don't remember everything and there are times I need to do additional research. I listen to Greek and xenoi friends if they have found something I don't know. But the foundations have been laid for an interest that it's ongoing for me. So I understand the conventions, and why statements like "Zeus is an asshole" and oversimplifications like "the gods are psychopaths" (hello Madeline Miller) are incorrect. (jokes about Zeus are not bad per se, it's when people actually, seriously mean them then it's weird).

Comment on the Greek education system:

I don't imply that only school education makes you an expert but imo the material is pretty good and if one pays attention can get pretty good knowledge. Plus, our middle and high school teachers have a 4year old diploma in their field + Master's degree most of the time. Things changed a bit three years ago but before that, half or more of the students went attend (plus from the above I mentioned) "theoretical"/"humanitarian" mandatory orientation classes.

A large amount of Greek high school students are able to translate and analyze known and unknown (seeing them for the first time out of the blue in the Panhellenic Exams) ancient texts (Greek and Latin) of all subjects. Most Greek students take intensive classes outside of school, and the "humanities" students see hundreds of ancient Greek texts before reaching 18. Ten years ago you needed to do all that to go to a nursing school.

In the last three years, the Humanities field has been narrowed down and fewer kids take these mandatory classes. Of course, students don't remember everything after they leave school but the exposure to so many texts instills in them an understanding of the ancient Greek society and folklore. (my mum can still recite Aristotle's "Definition of Tragedy" she learned in middle school but that's because it gave her ptsd 😂)

For Greeks who may think I overhype the knowledge the system gives us (ειναι γιατι εχουμε συνηθισει το αγγουρι και μας φαινονται ευκολα), you can go ask all the online experts on mythology discourse (who are usually USAmericans) what they knew on ancient greek societies and what analysis they did on the myths when they were 16.

From the discussions with USians I've done over the years, someone in the US needs to attend University in order to start analyzing such texts to the degree we did in middle school. There are always exceptions, but what exposure and context we get in Greece at a young age cannot be underestimated. Trust me, it can be much, much worse outside of Greece 😂

That's been my experience, at least. You can, naturally, add stuff if you've been through the Greek ed. system and saw something different!