sirens echo down cavern streets
like a master calling out for a lost dog.
the anticipation of what could be wrong,
what might be wrong,
what’s definitely not okay lay at its destination.
it’s only a place for those
with a certain knowledge, that of the medical variety.
no boy scouts allowed.
This Pokémon always kept the sea lit at night… But it suddenly got sick… I understand there is a wonderful pharmacy in Cianwood… But that’s across the sea… And I can’t leave Amphy unattended… May I ask you to get some medicine for me? Please?
I once upon a time met a medical bomb. I ate the bomb to feel better, but it was a medical bomb, so it blew up, and killed all disieses around, and me to.
He needed medical assistance,but when you’re stuck in a trench with bullets and bombs coming at you from different directions there’s not much to be found. He had a gunshot wound to his lower torso and was moaning in pain. I stayed with him though, told him everything was going to be fine until the chopper would come and pick him up and take him to M*A*S*H. He didn’t look that old, seventeen maybe, it wasn’t unusual though. Kids his age and younger were always trying to get into the war whether it was to impress a girl or make his old man proud of him. The chopper would be here any moment I just needed him to hold on a few more minutes.
The first hit seemed to shake everything in sight, and a near-impenetrable fog followed. The soupy, choking cloud enveloped the room, quickly overtaking everywhere he tried to look through watered eyes. What had they done? There’s no way this was legal. They had always bragged about strength, sure, but this was taking it too far. He coughed hard. Whatever internal monologue he’d had was as choked as his now smoke-filled lungs. This was madness. But hopefully it would help with his glaucoma.
the nurse was tired. it had been a long day.
she had always believed – possibly due to her parents disgust at her lack of children- that she was meant to help with others children to atone for not bursting forth with screaming infants of her own. but why did such miserable, soul-dstroying thoughts keep creeping up on her in her darkest moments – how had she grown up retching at the mere thought of having kids, but ended up feeling like a single mother to eight in the maternity ward ?
Although i needed medical attention the day i sprained my ankle, I denied all of it. I learned to deal with the pain, with some help from my friend ibuprophen and ice. It took two weeks to heal but its good as new.
She was 12. Like any normal 12 year old, she fantasized her life with her celebrity crushes and wished that she’d grow up to marry one of them someday.
Reality soon started dipping into imaginary realms and differentiating between real and fake became inexplicably hard.
That is when her parents realized what they had done. How their ignorance led to their child spending her playtime hours in the medical ward.
Diana stared at the little girl’s big brown eyes and her little brown fists clenching sterile white sheets. A lump sat in her throat as the girl asked once again when she would be able to go home. She tore her eyes away and glared down at her clipboard, unable to read a damn thing.
The girl started off for the medical building. She ran, she didn’t think. All she knew was that her brother began to choke. He gasped for air. Now the medical building was in sight. She rushed in, and shortly later her brother was fine again. Then they started for home.
My mother and brother need medical attention for their old age thinking about what women should wear. I think they should how have more respect for women in general. Its not the 1950’s anymore, women deserve to wear whatever they like without being told to go change. Instead of shaming women on their bodies and what they wear, we shall have respect towards them and their choices.
Medical attention is one of the million things people in Light Sector take for granted. In the Dark Sector, it is a miracle to find a willing hand to treat the sick.
Her curiosity led her eyeing on some parts of him that needed dissecting to know the finer details of his anatomy, and it would require meticulous disassembling and careful handling of those parts so that he wouldn’t notice he’s currently being cut in half figuratively by her. To her, this date felt more like a medical routine than a typical getting-to-know dinner.
In order for my pilots license to be valid I must complete a medical every year. It is an expensive ordeal that requires answers to a range of different questions. Then I have to pee in a cup. Which is gross. I always forget that I have to do it and never drink enough water beforehand. Medicals are tedious things. But then again you don’t want an unwell pilot now do you ?
The way the latex rubber snapped into place on the doctor’s hand as I was sitting on the cool bench. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, knowing that I was there, not knowing why but knowing that I would know more perhaps than before. The suspense of not being sure of anything was more costly than the death sentence that soon followed.
The cut was precise and clean. A drop of blood formed on the opening of the cut, but the rest of the incision opened without so much as a misty pink welling
It wasn’t so much the medical that bothered Gerlin, it was what came after. The medical examination was quick, at least that’s what the other recruits said. But after the medical came the mental assessment, and Gerlin was infamously unstable. Mother called her a nutcase, and maybe she was. She saw things. Things other people never did….
There was something clinical in the word. Three syllables and scientific that made it feel detached and cold. Like steel or silver. Reflective, unfeeling. Why did they use them? Such words of such disembodied emotion and thought. I wanted to know there was truth and compassion behind his words. Want to know he cared.
Saves lives. Most of the time. Harmful if it becomes a tool in the hands of selfish mean people. Medical practitioners are often considered as god by people because they are the only ones who have the power to save/ cure illness
I have to take a medical leave. It’s not the job, it’s not, really, it’s just…I don’t feel well. Something’s wrong with me and I don’t know what it is, but if I don’t take care of it now I’m afraid it’s just going to keep getting worse. It won’t be long, just a week or two, but it’s just…something I need to do.
The question is, is there a reason for him to be here? In this cesspool of germs? No. He was a hypochondriac in total and complete denial. His medical issues were more simple than what he made them out to be.
The room was clean, medically sterile – the only hints of colour seemed red-on-white, too bright and artificial to be real. It certainly seemed to contrast with myself, blood seeping through the cracks in the mud coating my skin. It seemed even more to contrast with what had just happened – like a bomb going off, everything going wrong in just a couple of moments. Now, I was just sitting in the waiting room, too shaken to do more than wonder — if the other patients were staring, how the hell she could have done that to me.
The white coat inspired confidence in herself, for herself. But her muttering words and confused glances did little to calm the nerves of her first patient. She tried to smile, bemusedly maybe, or at least reassuringly. It was a grimace, not a grin. The little girl stared at her young doctor with furrowed eyebrows.
The gloves are white and green, but not a pleasant green. The green that just screams “doctor’s office”. At that point, we didn’t know what at all had happened to my mom’s ankle, but it definitely was something. I blew into the glove and made a cow udder. She laughed.
For a moment, I thought I might have to seek medical assistance, but much to my relief, the cut wasn’t too deep. Which was good, because God knows where I was going to find a doctor at this hour in this area. In the trench to my left, I could hear some sort of cackling, sort of like someone wasn’t trying to laugh off the pain but the noise coming out of their throat was halfway between a yelp and a scream.
Never again will I set foot on that medical campus. I’ve had bad memories there and I’m not about to forget and forgive. It all began with that one night I had a friend who interned as an ambulance driver, and he got me into major trouble by crashing his ambulance into half the cars parked there, the foremost was mine.
I don’t have much medical experience but I can try. The type of things I know about medical matters include anatomy of the vocal tract, so don’t expect much. I’ve got no medical school experience, and about half of what I know stems from friends in the field.
There was something about the human body that had always fascinated Angeline. Part of it was her drive to help people, but another part of her had to admit that she was curious– perhaps morbidly so. There had to be a reason for the way a body functions: why it bleeds when it’s cut, why the brain is so goddamn important. And it was interesting, enlightening, the way nothing else was.
The medical doctor took one look at me, and he said…
“I’m so sorry… But we’re going to take you to the asylum now”.
I was confused. I mean, sure, I killed someone… but it was for self defense…
sirens echo down cavern streets
like a master calling out for a lost dog.
the anticipation of what could be wrong,
what might be wrong,
what’s definitely not okay lay at its destination.
it’s only a place for those
with a certain knowledge, that of the medical variety.
no boy scouts allowed.
This Pokémon always kept the sea lit at night… But it suddenly got sick… I understand there is a wonderful pharmacy in Cianwood… But that’s across the sea… And I can’t leave Amphy unattended… May I ask you to get some medicine for me? Please?
I once upon a time met a medical bomb. I ate the bomb to feel better, but it was a medical bomb, so it blew up, and killed all disieses around, and me to.
He needed medical assistance,but when you’re stuck in a trench with bullets and bombs coming at you from different directions there’s not much to be found. He had a gunshot wound to his lower torso and was moaning in pain. I stayed with him though, told him everything was going to be fine until the chopper would come and pick him up and take him to M*A*S*H. He didn’t look that old, seventeen maybe, it wasn’t unusual though. Kids his age and younger were always trying to get into the war whether it was to impress a girl or make his old man proud of him. The chopper would be here any moment I just needed him to hold on a few more minutes.
The first hit seemed to shake everything in sight, and a near-impenetrable fog followed. The soupy, choking cloud enveloped the room, quickly overtaking everywhere he tried to look through watered eyes. What had they done? There’s no way this was legal. They had always bragged about strength, sure, but this was taking it too far. He coughed hard. Whatever internal monologue he’d had was as choked as his now smoke-filled lungs. This was madness. But hopefully it would help with his glaucoma.
the nurse was tired. it had been a long day.
she had always believed – possibly due to her parents disgust at her lack of children- that she was meant to help with others children to atone for not bursting forth with screaming infants of her own. but why did such miserable, soul-dstroying thoughts keep creeping up on her in her darkest moments – how had she grown up retching at the mere thought of having kids, but ended up feeling like a single mother to eight in the maternity ward ?
Although i needed medical attention the day i sprained my ankle, I denied all of it. I learned to deal with the pain, with some help from my friend ibuprophen and ice. It took two weeks to heal but its good as new.
Medical means it is involved with the hospital and it needs medical attention.
She was 12. Like any normal 12 year old, she fantasized her life with her celebrity crushes and wished that she’d grow up to marry one of them someday.
Reality soon started dipping into imaginary realms and differentiating between real and fake became inexplicably hard.
That is when her parents realized what they had done. How their ignorance led to their child spending her playtime hours in the medical ward.
Being a spiritual being means than having medical help is sometimes totally unnecessary.
I am planning to go to collage to get a medical degree so I can become a nurse and help people
Diana stared at the little girl’s big brown eyes and her little brown fists clenching sterile white sheets. A lump sat in her throat as the girl asked once again when she would be able to go home. She tore her eyes away and glared down at her clipboard, unable to read a damn thing.
The girl started off for the medical building. She ran, she didn’t think. All she knew was that her brother began to choke. He gasped for air. Now the medical building was in sight. She rushed in, and shortly later her brother was fine again. Then they started for home.
My mother and brother need medical attention for their old age thinking about what women should wear. I think they should how have more respect for women in general. Its not the 1950’s anymore, women deserve to wear whatever they like without being told to go change. Instead of shaming women on their bodies and what they wear, we shall have respect towards them and their choices.
Medical attention is one of the million things people in Light Sector take for granted. In the Dark Sector, it is a miracle to find a willing hand to treat the sick.
She has medical, but would trade it all in a heartbeat to have true love. The love she has waited for her whole life.
Her curiosity led her eyeing on some parts of him that needed dissecting to know the finer details of his anatomy, and it would require meticulous disassembling and careful handling of those parts so that he wouldn’t notice he’s currently being cut in half figuratively by her. To her, this date felt more like a medical routine than a typical getting-to-know dinner.
The medical was passed and he was allowed to work for the company that was well know for its rigorous medicals.
Hahah
is probably the most important facility a government should spend their energies on. It should be othe priority.
Health care is too expensive these days
it’s hard to understand… I know nothing about this.. all I know is It’s complicated!
In order for my pilots license to be valid I must complete a medical every year. It is an expensive ordeal that requires answers to a range of different questions. Then I have to pee in a cup. Which is gross. I always forget that I have to do it and never drink enough water beforehand. Medicals are tedious things. But then again you don’t want an unwell pilot now do you ?
The way the latex rubber snapped into place on the doctor’s hand as I was sitting on the cool bench. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, knowing that I was there, not knowing why but knowing that I would know more perhaps than before. The suspense of not being sure of anything was more costly than the death sentence that soon followed.
The cut was precise and clean. A drop of blood formed on the opening of the cut, but the rest of the incision opened without so much as a misty pink welling
it is something to do about health..terms used in hospital or medicine
It wasn’t so much the medical that bothered Gerlin, it was what came after. The medical examination was quick, at least that’s what the other recruits said. But after the medical came the mental assessment, and Gerlin was infamously unstable. Mother called her a nutcase, and maybe she was. She saw things. Things other people never did….
There was something clinical in the word. Three syllables and scientific that made it feel detached and cold. Like steel or silver. Reflective, unfeeling. Why did they use them? Such words of such disembodied emotion and thought. I wanted to know there was truth and compassion behind his words. Want to know he cared.
Saves lives. Most of the time. Harmful if it becomes a tool in the hands of selfish mean people. Medical practitioners are often considered as god by people because they are the only ones who have the power to save/ cure illness
I have to take a medical leave. It’s not the job, it’s not, really, it’s just…I don’t feel well. Something’s wrong with me and I don’t know what it is, but if I don’t take care of it now I’m afraid it’s just going to keep getting worse. It won’t be long, just a week or two, but it’s just…something I need to do.
The question is, is there a reason for him to be here? In this cesspool of germs? No. He was a hypochondriac in total and complete denial. His medical issues were more simple than what he made them out to be.
The room was clean, medically sterile – the only hints of colour seemed red-on-white, too bright and artificial to be real. It certainly seemed to contrast with myself, blood seeping through the cracks in the mud coating my skin. It seemed even more to contrast with what had just happened – like a bomb going off, everything going wrong in just a couple of moments. Now, I was just sitting in the waiting room, too shaken to do more than wonder — if the other patients were staring, how the hell she could have done that to me.
The science of understanding is a curious one
Requiring tact, skill and a great amount of effort
Sometimes I wonder why people bother with it
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even an option to do otherwise
The white coat inspired confidence in herself, for herself. But her muttering words and confused glances did little to calm the nerves of her first patient. She tried to smile, bemusedly maybe, or at least reassuringly. It was a grimace, not a grin. The little girl stared at her young doctor with furrowed eyebrows.
living is losing
money and
people and
love
sustaining all
that eventually
leaves
inevitably fading
into irrelevant
scrap piles
The gloves are white and green, but not a pleasant green. The green that just screams “doctor’s office”. At that point, we didn’t know what at all had happened to my mom’s ankle, but it definitely was something. I blew into the glove and made a cow udder. She laughed.
For a moment, I thought I might have to seek medical assistance, but much to my relief, the cut wasn’t too deep. Which was good, because God knows where I was going to find a doctor at this hour in this area. In the trench to my left, I could hear some sort of cackling, sort of like someone wasn’t trying to laugh off the pain but the noise coming out of their throat was halfway between a yelp and a scream.
Never again will I set foot on that medical campus. I’ve had bad memories there and I’m not about to forget and forgive. It all began with that one night I had a friend who interned as an ambulance driver, and he got me into major trouble by crashing his ambulance into half the cars parked there, the foremost was mine.
I don’t have much medical experience but I can try. The type of things I know about medical matters include anatomy of the vocal tract, so don’t expect much. I’ve got no medical school experience, and about half of what I know stems from friends in the field.
There was something about the human body that had always fascinated Angeline. Part of it was her drive to help people, but another part of her had to admit that she was curious– perhaps morbidly so. There had to be a reason for the way a body functions: why it bleeds when it’s cut, why the brain is so goddamn important. And it was interesting, enlightening, the way nothing else was.
The medical doctor took one look at me, and he said…
“I’m so sorry… But we’re going to take you to the asylum now”.
I was confused. I mean, sure, I killed someone… but it was for self defense…
Or was it?