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lisablack000 · 1 year

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Wake Up

See It

#wakeup #seeit #wisdom #australia #truth #see the truth #courage #integritymatters #vaccine #Vaccine injury #Vaccinated #Vaccination #Doctors Bullied #Doctors Threatened #Vaccine Death #Doctors Oath

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todays-xkcd · 6 months

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Interpretations of the Hermeneutic Oath differ.

Professional Oaths [Explained]

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[8 Panels in a grid.]

Hippocratic Oath [Ponytail in a doctor's coat with her arm raised in pledge.] First, do no harm

Hyperbaric Oath [Cueball shaking.] First, acclimate to the pressure

Holographic Oath [A hologram of Ponytail fitzing in parts.] First, shimmer intangibly

Histrionic Oath [White Hat yelling, fists upraised.] First, whine and complain

Hydroelectric Oath [Megan sat in the cut-out wall for a giant turbine.] First, maintain your turbines

Hippodromic Oath [Ponytail in a chariot pulled by a horse.] First, race your chariot well

Hypnagogic Oath [Cueball, half-risen from bed in shock.] First, jolt awake just as you're drifting off

Hypergolic Oath [Cueball on fire.] First, burst into flame

#xkcd #professional oaths #xkcd 2843 #webcomics #hippocratic oath #doctors #hyperbaric #holograms #histrionics #hydroelectric #turbines #chariots #hippodrome #hypnagogy #hypergolic propellant #hermeneutics

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iboatedhere · 6 months

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thank you for the tag @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @orchidscript & @lemonlyman-dotcom

Attempting to get the doctor AU going.

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They had met–unofficially–at a conference Alex’s first year out of med school. Alex was poised to give a speech about the effectiveness of intra-aortic balloon pumps in cardiac shock patients, something he had spent months preparing for. He was ready and he was confident. He had been thriving under pressure his whole life and public speaking wasn’t something that ever fazed him.

But something snapped inside of him as he watched more and more people file into the conference hall. He wasn’t in school anymore and these people weren’t his classmates getting ready to listen to his valedictorian speech. They were professionals. They had been in the game for years—they were experts in their fields, and who the fuck was he to show up and act like he could teach them something? They would see right through him. They would think he was a fraud. They would tell him to his face that he couldn’t hack it, all this hard work and sacrifice would have been for nothing.

Alex broke out in a cold sweat, the speech crumpled in his hand as he closed his fist around it, smearing the ink of the words he so carefully thought out.

By the time he made it to the closest men’s room he could barely breathe. His chest was tight and his vision was spotty and he had accepted that he was going to die beside the urinals on the fourth floor of a DoubleTree by Hilton hotel.

Eyes closed and head tipped back against the cool tiles behind him, Alex was prepared to meet his maker when the door swung open. Assuming it was the Grim Reaper coming to take him, Alex cracked an eye open and was met not with a specter cloaked in black holding a scythe, but a tall, blond man in a well-cut suit.

A Meet Joe Black scenario, then. He could deal with that.

Alex drew his knees back against his chest and the man dropped to his directly in front of him.

“My name is Henry, I’m a doctor,” he had said and even on his last leg, Alex found the strength to roll his eyes.

“No shit, we all are,” he had wheezed before rattling off his symptoms because fuck if he knew what was happening inside this fogged up brain.

“I believe you’re having a panic attack,” Henry had said and Alex shook his head.

“I don’t get those.”

“That tends to be the case for most people,” Henry started, “until of course they do.”

Henry raised his hands slowly, the intent to reach out for him clear. Alex surprised the both of them when he bridged the gap and wrapped his fingers around Henry’s wrists, not wanting to be touched, but desperately needing it.

Henry, with his perfect hair and blue eyes and calming British accent, talked him through breathing exercises and had him focus on anything but the feeling of dread that had been clawing at his chest.

Slowly, it got easier to breath and his body stopped shaking and he was able to stand on his own two feet again.

Henry had lingered after, handing Alex paper towels to dry his face after he splashed himself with water and nodded his approval as Alex fussed with his hair in the mirror.

Alex never thought to be embarrassed until Alex caught Henry’s eye at the networking event long after the speech was over.

Alex was going to thank him, properly, for saving his ass, but Henry turned abruptly to the man he was standing with (whose maroon suit stood out beautifully against the sea of black and white) and muttered something that made the man look Alex over with an arched brow.

He said something back to Henry who immediately shook his head and walked off and Alex burned.

He still does, given the way Alex’s hackles rise and he needs to bite his tongue every time he sees the man which is, unfortunately, often.

#firstprince #firstprince fic #rwrb #rwrb fic #Doctor AU #btw if there are any actual doctors out that that look at anything within this au and notice an inaccuracy.....#let me remind you you took an oath to do no harm and pointing it out to me would harm me greatly #i'm a ding-dong fic writer #i'll research all damn day for a fic but I won't ever understand the medical world #I'M DOING MY BEST

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fangirltothefullest · 8 months

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Went to a new doctor today. She's skinny. Of course she saw me and diagnosed me fat immediately. Mentioned cholesterol and diabetes and thyroid issues three times and ordered same day blood work. And on top of that she looked into my mouth and just decided to tell me that I should look into seeing a dentist. Like EXCUSE me??? You are not q dentist you have no right to shame me when my teeth are fine??? I don't understand why she felt the need to make me self conscious over something she has ABSOLUTELY NO EXPERTISE IN.

This is why I hate doctors but ESPECIALLY skinny doctors. They don't give two shits about you, they don't care how healthy you are they see weight that isn't stick figure, diagnose you with fat and won't hear any other problems you might have without telling you to lose weight first which is BULLSHIT and all the studies now are saying we have been thinking about weight wrong and the healthiness of your body is not weight-controlled.

Anyways I'm switching to a heavier doctor that my sister has whose nice and actually cares, but I spent an already anxiety-filled time at the doctor masking my fucking heart out and getting my blood drawn and having to on top of that come out feeling ugly and like I don't take care of myself.

To any of you who might be getting your doctor degrees or whatever, stop fucking treating fat people like we don't have feelings. Stop treating us like we are ugly horrible people. And for fucks sake mind your fucking business when it comes to information you know Jack Shit about. Stay in your own goddamned lane.

#i hate doctors so much #i hate EVERY ONE OF YOU SKINNY FUCKERS who think you lnow whats best and think you get to decide whats healthy #because your genes decided you didnt need as much fat cells #you dont have the right to judge when your perspective is shaped by capitalism #god i feel like shit still #you take an oath to do no harm #psychological pain is still harm #making assumptiona is still harm #judging on appearances still does harm

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oltammefru · 3 months

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#arknights #kal'tsit #kal'tsit arknights #the relationships that kal'tsit has toward her patients and the people she cares for is also an encapsulation of how she as a person #in general. like how her demeanor in general comes off as very cold but she is a person that cares so so so much #the concept of “medicine” and “being a doctor"#both in a literal sense and a metaphorical one are so central to the game's themes #it's about caring for others and the intimate relationships you form with them and passion and art #(in like multiple senses of that word) (remember how the RI logo #quotes the part from the hippocratic oath that goes “may i enjoy my life and practice my art”?)

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purpledragongifs · 10 months

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The Guardians of the Multiverse in What If...? The Watcher Broke His Oath - Marvel Studios

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#What If #Marvel's What If #What If...?#Marvel #The Watcher Broke His Oath #Doctor Strange #Supreme Strange #T'Challa #Erik Killmonger #Gamora #Thor Odinson #Captain Carter #Peggy Carter #Natasha Romanoff #Black Widow

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dark-elf-writes · 2 months

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He’d be so frustrated.

Like in one era they’re using healing rocks for organ failure and in another they’re using cocaine for a cough

He would hear about balancing the humors and just about have an aneurysm on the spot.

This poor man is stocking up on the purest alcohols he can and spends more on soap than the average city for a year. No one touches anything in his home/shop/wherever he’s healing people at without washing their damn hands and he is not above threats.

#the elf talks #assassins creed #Hippocratic oath who #my man has at best a homeschooled sophomore’s education some knives and a bundle of herbs he is no doctor #and yet he is the most qualified mother fucker to exist

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bearsinpotatosacks · 3 months

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I wrote a snippet of Bones welcoming some new Starfleet medical cadets. I'm not sure exactly how training works for Starfleet doctors, but after watching ER, I get the idea that it works mostly the same. Start training, do your rotations as a third year medical student, but I like to imagine that once you've chosen your area, surgery, psych, etc, you have to do a rotation on each kind of Starfleet vessel. Maybe they start on a starbase, then go to small ships that may or may not need your specialisation, then end up on some of the big ships such as the Enterprise. Enjoy!

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Looking at the group of fresh faced cadets in front of him, he knew that coffee wasn’t going to be enough. He hated when they hosted cadets. Partially because the little fuckers didn’t leave him alone when he was working, anything and everything he did was ripped apart and he couldn’t walk for two seconds without some question that a stupidly simple answer. The other reason was that they didn’t pester him anywhere near enough when they were off duty. It was like they were trying to pack all their questions into their eight hour shift and then were too scared to hold break their silence.

Part of the journey of being a medical student, at least in his opinion, was pestering your mentors. You had to really get on their nerves because no matter how much it pissed him off, he knew that they had to learn somehow. And the ones who disregarded his gruff exterior, who plucked up the courage to ask him questions ten minutes after he’d woken up, or ten minutes before he was going to bed, were the ones who he answered. Not the fifth one in a row who’d stopped him as he went to go and check on a scan for a patient. There was a time and place for bothering him and these cadets never seemed to learn when that was.

“Welcome to your rotation on board a constitution class vessel,” he said, not bothering to put any effort into the script they gave him to say. “This is where you’ll learn about the vital part you play, yada yada yada, be on the cutting edge of discoveries, yada yada yada, and face the final frontier.”

He rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. “Now that the mandatory stuff’s out of the way, here’s your real induction.”

The cadets looked at each other confused. Ah, so naive, they didn’t know about his reputation yet. Good, he wanted them to be shocked when they learnt how he really was.

“Real induction, sir?” One of the cadets, who looked unnaturally groomed for someone standing in a sickbay, said.

He held up a finger and stopped the cadet before he continued. “First rule of sickbay, no one is sir, especially me, if you call me sir, I will not answer.” They seemed more puzzled. “You can call me Doctor, but that might get confusing fast, McCoy, Leonard, Len, or any number of curse words or well divised nicknames that I have no doubt the nurses will teach you in your time here, will suffice.”

They wrote that down. He almost laughed, but decided against it, he didn’t want to confuse them any further. Seeing them all so fresh faced was rather jarring for someone like himself. Medicine was in his blood, so to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he was in their place, all squeaky clean. Yet again, he hadn’t trained in Starfleet. And that was another point.

“Who can hazard a guess as to why I don’t like being called sir, or by my rank for that matter?”

Scanning the crowd, he didn’t see any hands popping up. Disappointing, he at least expected one person to be enough of a swot to look into the crew of the Enterprise. None of them were surprised when they saw Jim was their Captain, or Spock was XO, yet none of them did research into the department they were going to work in?

A sigh was on his lips as a cadet, near the back with her hair suitably tied out of her face, raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms?”

“Cotteril.” She answered. “Is it because you didn’t train with Starfleet?”

“Bingo! I trained in Atlanta, Georgia, and despite the wonders we’ve made in socio-economic policies in the last few hundred years, some places remain rough, and nowhere else is that seen than in large cities. So trust me when I say, I am a doctor more than I am an officer of Starfleet, and I expect every single medical professional who works on this ship to follow that same rule of code.”

He stopped with the half hearted attempts at humour and made sure to stare across the group. A few of them gulped, some were either confused, or others annoyed.

“My father, god rest his soul, was a doctor in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, so I learnt medicine in the best way you can, the messy way. My first experience in the medical field was helping a horse with a c-section because there ain’t no vet hospitals in the Appalachian Mountains, I can tell you that for free.” His accent was coming out now, it always did when he talked of his childhood home. “And I want you all to understand that when you walk into my sickbay you leave your politics at the door, understand?”

They didn’t reply.

“Excuse me, I thought I asked y’all a question.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Good, because if you have Vulcan with a sprain and a Klingon bleeding out, I expect every one of y’all to pick the Klingon,” He gestured at them with his coffee mug, a splash got on the floor. “So, repeat after me, the Hippocratic Oath is my Prime Directive.”

“‘The Hippocratic Oath is my Prime Directive’” The group chorused.

He nodded at them again, “Good, you may now step into sickbay.”

Turning around he gestured for them to follow. He’d never say the q-word, but he was grateful that there weren’t a lot of people in today. The last thing he needed was some part of engineering breaking and causing an overflow of red shirts. They weren’t the best of friends, engineers and those in sickbay, and it wouldn’t be such a problem if they knew some kind of first aid down there.

“I will give you a full introduction of staff when we do rounds, but first I'll give you lesson number two of serving in the Enterprise sickbay,” he turned on his heel to face them. “Do not disrespect a nurse. Not only because they do some of the most vital and downright disgusting jobs there are to do, they set up the beds, machinery, administer the drugs, take samples and bathe the crew when the replicators malfunction and start spewing rotten fish guts in the mess hall, don’t laugh that happened last Tuesday, but also because if you do you will get doing rectal exams for most of your time here while also, most definitely, getting a mystery hypo that will make your dick turn purple, if you have one, or make you grow one if you don’t, and you won’t even feel it either. Understand?”

Yet again, more confused faces. One cadet was looking down at his trousers, concerned.

“Excellent, now for the tour.”

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Take this an early WIP wednesday, I guess? I'm not sure if this will go anywhere apart from this snippet, but it could. I mainly just had this scene fully written in my head this morning and finally had a chance to write it.

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sga-owns-my-soul · 7 months

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carson being asked to do something he doesn't want to do: i'm a medical doctor!!! that's not what i'm meant to be doing here!!!! i'm just a doctor!!!!

carson the second there's any reason for him to be pointing a gun at someone: lock and load boys

#he won't fly a jumper or use the chair bc He's Just A Doctor #but he won't hesitate to shoot a motherfucker #i love it so much #'i took an oath to do no harm' carson babe you do so much harm #it's okay we love you for it #carson beckett #sga #stargate atlantis

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tuxedosaurus · 7 months

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I have now read Doctor Strange: The Oath. It’s a very compelling story for him as a literal medical doctor, and the art’s just lovely.

#marvel comics #marvel #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange #doctor strange the oath #brian k vaughan #marcos martin #brian k. vaughan #javier rodriguez

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doctorwhoisadhd · 1 month

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is that how british people pronounce hurricane???????????

#every so often i discover how british people pronounce a new word and am like WHAT #ari opinion hour #a while ago i learned how they pronounce sloth and i HATED IT SO MUCH. and still do #for people that dont know: british people pronounce sloth like it rhymes with oath. and i just. i cant do it. i hate that #(@ british ppl before u get mad at me please know i also do this with my parents pronunciation of donkey. and they are also usamerican)#also to be clear not saying this to fight or make fun of yall. it just blindsides me because with the amount of #big finish audios and doctor who and etc etc etc ive watched and listened to (and also tma the durrells peppa pig etc etc etc)#i just get surprised with a seemingly basic word that ive just somehow never heard anyone from the uk say that yall pronounce differently #i think its really cool!#(with the exception of sloth. that ones NOT cool but its the only one)

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sugas6thtooth · 6 months

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thisisnotacosinefunction · 11 months

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#disability #fatphobia #doctors #that sign cant stop me cause I cant read #literally how it feels to be seen by a fatphobic doctor #yes I know its not actually part of the hippocractic oath #but the sentiment remains

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antianakin · 1 year

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So I'm not the world's biggest Doctor Who fan or anything, I haven't done more than Tumblr watch it in years, but I happened across a quote from the Christopher Eccleston season that struck me as an interesting quote to use to discuss Anakin, his choice to save Luke, and why it doesn't really work for me.

You let one of them go but that’s nothing new. Every now and then a little victim’s spared because she smiled, ’cause he’s got freckles. ‘Cause they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in awhile—on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction—you happen to be kind.

-- Doctor Who, Boom Town

I don't remember the context of the quote really, so I'm not going to discuss that.

But that bit about how one small act of kindness doesn't really... mean anything? THAT'S what's getting me here.

This is why Darth Vader isn't redeemed. Because yeah, sure, he did one kind thing. But Luke is probably not the first random person he decided to spare because, on a whim, he decided to just let someone run or escape.

The one act of kindness isn't truly about the person on the receiving end of it anyway, it's about HIM, about living with HIMSELF. Because he wants to believe he's a hero even though he's doing evil selfish things and he KNOWS he's doing evil selfish things but he can't face that so he just keeps telling himself he's a hero, and it's probably easier to tell himself that if, every so often, when the wind's going the right direction, he decides to be kind.

But it's still selfish.

Saving Luke is still selfish. Because he wants to be a hero TO LUKE, he doesn't want to live WITHOUT Luke, so he saves him. He saves him so he can say "tell your sister you were right." He lets himself die so he doesn't have to live with the consequences of anything he's done. That's how he slaughters millions and dies thinking of himself as the hero still, after everything.