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I need to share this pure joy with everyone. I don’t have any money but if I did I’d blaze this post with it because everyone deserves to see this.
I have several doctor friends and this is usually a good source of entertaining medical stories but today it was a source of Art.
My friends had a teen patient ask them for all their expired Pap smear swabs (which are apparently called cervical brooms). For those unfamiliar, they look like this
She then took them home and came back on her next visit with this
It’s… a peacock. A work of art. Made of expired vaginal swabs, paper, and a plastic hanger.
He has a bow tie and glasses.
I cannot comprehend his magnificence. He’s called Rupert.
#funny#art#peacock#doctor stuff#crafts#honestly if any post of mine was gonna go viral I’d want it to be Rupert everyone deserves to see him
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Can I request 3 and 4 with 🐍 and💐 for Callie and Arizona if it's okay with Callie being sick? I am loving everything that you have already written! You write with Marina super well I can't wait to see what you can do with Callie/Arizona.
Chicken Soup for the Surgeon
〖Notes: I had a bit of trouble trying to get the characters down for this one, I hope you like it.〗
〖Summary: Arizona's superpower is never wrong. That doesn't mean that Callie will listen.〗
〖Word Count: 2398 〗
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Arizona had warned her. She had warned her ten hours ago, saying that she should take the day off of work because she’d be sick. Callie wasn’t typically one to ignore her wife’s typically valid points, but she scoffed at the idea that the perky blonde could predict when someone would be sick with no evidence at all.
As a medical professional, she needed evidence for just about any decision in her life. There came a certain comfort when one worked in a field driven by science, a level of surety that was never swayed by opinion. No matter what someone believed there was a correct answer. There may have been multiple, but there was always an answer if you were willing to find it.
Imagine the orthopedic surgeon's annoyance when she woke up for her next shift with a pounding headache and stuffy nose. She groaned inwardly and rolled over in bed, surprised to find it empty. Her wife was nowhere to be seen. Shit.
The brunette checked the time and her ‘shit’ feeling grew more intense. She was late. She was so very late.
Ignoring the protests of her overly exhausted body the surgeon pulled herself out of bed and raced to the bathroom, pulling on the first clothes that she managed to yank from the dresser. She managed to brush her teeth while doing her hair, a feat that she was mildly impressed by. She was capable of doing anything if she was late.
Callie ran into the kitchen, grabbing her bags as she headed for the door, pulling up short when she saw a note on the counter.
Calliope-
Don’t you dare come to work today. Bailey knows you’re sick and is under orders to alert me if you are seen entering the hospital. There’s chicken soup in the fridge, heat it for lunch. I’ll call you in a few hours to check-in.
Love you,
Arizona
The note gave the ill doctor pause. What if she did say home? What if she followed her wife’s orders and went back to bed? She knew from experience that Arizona made amazing chicken noodle soup, it was practically the only thing that she could cook. She also knew that there was a good chance that the blonde would come home to her if she asked.
Callie pushed the thought away as quickly as it had appeared, she probably wouldn’t be allowed to see patients but she could at least fill out paperwork. Like most of her coworkers, she was awful about finishing her paperwork on time, there was just so much going on that she didn’t always have time.
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Amelia was startled from her intense study of the brain scan by a hacking cough that reverberated off of the walls and made her chest hurt in sympathy. She poked her head through the doorway and curled her lip at the sight of Callie stumbling down the hallway.
“Torres!” She called, pulling the brunette’s attention away from whatever her original task was. Based on the glazed look in the Ortho Goddesses eyes and the emptiness in her expression Amelia wasn’t even sure that she had a task.
“Damn, you’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.” The neurosurgeon murmured, pressing the back of her hand against Callie’s hot forehead. She grimaced and the other doctor took a few quick steps away, looking dazed. She turned away and began to cough into her arm, doing her best to shield the woman in front of her from the germs.
Amelia reared back, covering her mouth with a hand.
“No, nope. I have to be in a kid's brain in two hours, you are not giving me whatever that is. Go home Callie, you’re gross.” She wrinkled her nose and gave Callie a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before running off to rub hand sanitizer on any part of her body that might have been exposed to whatever her friend was currently infected with.
The ill woman sniffled tiredly and trudged down the hall, not going anywhere in particular. With her brain on autopilot, Callie found herself wandering onto the pediatric unit, right to where Arizona was signing reports outside of a young patient's room.
“I want a clotting test done on her and make sure to continue monitoring her vitals, page me if they drop any lower.” The blonde doctor ordered, smiling warmly at a nurse. The man nodded and went to get the things needed for the clotting test.
Callie realized her mistake at the last second and tried to veer off course, but it was too late, she had been seen. The pediatric surgeon glared at her sick girlfriend and shook her head, resisting the urge to start yelling in the middle of the hallway.
While the woman always loved her heelies, she was particularly grateful for them in that moment, it made it much easier to catch up with her fleeing lover.
“Calliope! What the hell are you doing here?” She hissed, grabbing the brunette's shoulder and spinning her around. Callie looked at her with wide eyes, seeming at a loss for words. She was never at a loss for words, she always had something to say.
Arizona felt her heart drop at the look on the woman’s face, she just looked exhausted and confused.
“Callie. Baby. Why are you here?” She asked, her voice softening as she let go of the frustration. Her girlfriend had a fever, she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening.
“I um…I didn’t want to be alone.” Callie said sheepishly, refusing to meet Arizona’s eyes. She was incredibly embarrassed by the admission, she wasn’t one to express any kind of weakness, and this, this was weakness. This was just about as bad as it could get. She was vulnerable, she wanted her girlfriend.
“Oh, Calliope. Okay,” The blonde sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to figure out what she should do. She could stick the other woman in a room until her shift was over, that might be the best course of action. Or she could just take her home to make sure that she rested and it was probably best to remove her from the hospital entirely so that she didn't sneak off to work.
“Ellen,” She said, turning back to one of the nurses. “I’m going to take Dr. Torres home, I want you to page Dr. Montgomery-Shepard if anything happens. She will decide if I am needed.” The nurse nodded her understanding and gave Callie a sympathetic smile. The doctor wrinkled her nose in distaste, unhappy that she was getting so much attention. She just wanted her girlfriend.
“C’mon Callie. Let’s go.” Arizona whispered, looping her arm through the other woman’s. Callie coughed into her shoulder and the ped’s surgeon hummed her disapproval and rubbed her back to calm the fit.
“You okay?”
“Mhm,” Callie replied, rasped rather, her eyes dull and clouded with fever. She had started to shiver a bit, inching closer to the woman by her side. Arizona held her a bit tighter as they walked out of the building, throwing a wave at a slightly annoyed-looking Bailey on the way out.
One look at the orthopedic surgeon and the woman’s expression turned from frustrated confusion to a mix of disgust and concern. She waved back with a slight eye-roll, leaving the two to go home.
Callie fell asleep as soon as Arizona started the car, her cold taking everything out of her. The blonde smiled over at her girlfriend, her heart swelling at just how beautiful she was. The wrinkles on her forehead were gone, leaving a soft content expression on her face.
Her lips were parted and her nose was red, but that didn’t take away from her overall beauty. It added a sort of vulnerability to the woman’s stoic demeanor. That was when Arizona realized: she was in love with Calliope Torres.
She drove in silence, contemplating the revelation that she’d just had, glancing over at the sick brunette every few seconds just to reassure herself that the woman was still breathing. The quiet was only broken by the sounds of Callies soft snores and sniffles.
When they arrived home Arizona was almost hesitant to wake the brunette, she was sleeping more peacefully than she had in weeks. But her cheeks were flushed and her nose had begun to run across her lip, they needed to go inside.
She climbed out of the car and shut the door quietly, hoping to give her just a few more seconds of rest. The blonde opened Callie’s door and touched her shoulder, squeezing it gently to wake her up.
“Hey Callie, it's time to wake up.” She murmured, reaching up to tuck a lock of thick dark hair behind her lover's ear. The brunette started, sitting up quickly with wide confused eyes. She stared at Arizona, almost looking right through her.
“Hey baby, it’s okay.” Callie frowned, looking around, disoriented as she tried to take in her surroundings. She was pretty sure she’d fallen asleep at the hospital, but…this wasn’t the hospital.
“We’re at home, remember?” The blonde could read her mind and any other day it would be cute, but for now it was creepy. It was making her nervous, she didn’t fully understand what was happening and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep, hopefully in her girlfriend’s arms.
“We’re at home?” She asked, blinking tiredly up at her fellow surgeon.
“Mhm, we’re home. Come on, let's get you inside.” Arizona wrapped an arm around Callie’s waist and helped her walk inside, being incredibly careful not to let her trip up the steps. It was a slow, painstaking process, but soon enough she had the brunette in the bedroom, standing near the bed.
“I gotta change.”
“Woah, woah, sit down your complexion’s scaring me. I’ll help you change, okay? Let's take your temp first.” The pediatric surgeon whipped out a thermometer and dragged it across Callie’s forehead, simultaneously forcing the brunette to sit down. She held the woman’s chin in hand as she stared at the device in her hand.
“Okay, 101.6, that’s not as bad as I thought. Here, I want you to change into these while I get some NyQuil, which you will be taking. Understood?” Arizona had gone full-on doctor mode, not leaving anything up to fate. She would be taking everything into her own hands to make sure that her girlfriend got better instead of worse.
Callie sighed and nodded, slightly relieved to have her girlfriend with her. She wasn’t alone, she didn’t have to deal with it on her own, and she had someone to take care of her. The brunette watched as Arizona left the room and began the painstaking process of undressing, her muscles aching in protest with her every move.
She had managed to pull on the sweatpants and get the shirt half off when the other woman returned, a bottle of Nyquil in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. She set her things down on the bedside table and chuckled at he lover's predicament, rolling her eyes slightly.
“Need some help?” She chuckled, moving to pull the shirt off the rest of the way and replace it with the soft cotton one. With the woman changed and sitting in bed, she was now pouting up at her blonde lover.
“I don’t feel good.” The brunette complained, sniffling pathetically. Her cheeks were flushed which was a huge contrast to the pallor of the rest of her skin. As soon as the ‘I’m the toughest person in the room grrr’ attitude wore off, Callie turned into a big baby when she was sick. It was sort of endearing.
“I know Callie. Take this and drink half of that OJ and then you can get some sleep.” Arizona ordered, handing over the small ‘shot glass’ of medicine. The ill woman grimaced and glanced up with a ‘do I have to?’ look on her face that she hoped would work. She forgot that her girlfriend got that look all of the time.
“Nice try, take it.” With a long-suffering sigh, Callie did what she was told, being sure to exaggerate her disgusted expression the whole time.
“You’re mean.” She grumbled, reaching for the orange juice to chase the awful taste of the medicine.
“Yeah, but I’m cute.” Arizona grinned back at her and began to change, pulling her hair out of its ponytail as she climbed back into comfy clothes, fully intending to join her girlfriend.
Callie drank about a quarter of the OJ before she couldn’t do it anymore, her throat protesting against the acidity of the drink. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make Arizona happy, but she just couldn’t drink anymore.
“Alright, I guess that’ll do. Now, you are going to take a nap and I am going to do some work. Sound good?” The blonde wasn’t really looking for an agreement, it was happening whether or not Callie wanted, but thankfully she did.
She curled into the woman’s side as she pulled the blankets over the two of them, opening her laptop as she settled under the covers. The slightly younger surgeon put one hand on the top of Callie’s head, stroking her hair as she typed with one hand, the clack of the keys lulling the sick woman into a sleepy daze.
“‘Zona?” She mumbled, already slurring as she began to fall asleep. Arizona hummed in response, not looking up from her screen. She had files to finish and this was the perfect excuse to catch up on some of the pointless work that she’d been putting off.
“Love you ‘Zona.” She stopped in her work and looked down at the woman by her side, a smile spreading across her lips. Callie was chuckling quietly, her body shaking with quiet laughter.
“I love you too. Now shush, I need to work.” And that was that. Calliope Torres lay with Arizona Robbins, one sleeping fitfully while the other worked. It wasn’t the most glamorous sick day, and it wasn’t the most comfortable, but at least she wasn’t alone. Both would later agree that leaving Callie to roam while she had a fever was definitely not the best idea.
#callie torres#callie x arizona#arizona robbins#calzona#addison montgomery#amelia shepard#amelia shepherd#sick fanfiction#sickfic#sick character#sick callie torres#calliope torres#calliope x arizona#callie torres sick#fever#fanfiction#whump#chicken soup#doctor stuff#surgeon#hospital stuff#arizona#callie#greys anatomy#greys anatomy sickfic#miranda bailey#hurt/comfort#fluff#lots of fluff#sick fanfic
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Desire, Despair and Updates
OK, drawing is still off the table. My lack of light tolerance won't let me stare at a brightly-lit white surface long enough to be productive. The doctor puts it down to severe dry eyes, but she was running over an hour behind and I did not get much of her time. I got another follow-up next month.
Reading glasses and eye drops are recommended, but distortion from reading glasses is making me a bit sick (it didn't before, I dunno what changed). That thing where my weak eye stopped going off-kilter may be temporary, I hafta heal for at least three months to see if it's going to stay like that. Fingers crossed but I don't feel hopeful.
Patreon is still being stupid. If I would like to confirm I'm over 18 with a nongovernmental ID, they'd like FOUR of them that meet specific requirements and that seems unreasonable. I was abstaining due to not wanting to give a 3rd party my personal data in the first place. If I'd like to stop being 18+, I need to submit my page for approval. It's not worth it to me for three Patrons, two of whom will probably join again if I make a new account. I'm not sure if I'm going to stick with Patreon, but after payments come in (and go out) on December 1st, I'm cashing out and shutting it down. I'll make something new when I'm ready to come back with more content.
I have six more instalments ready to go, and I intend to start posting them without art. I'll put the roughs up for DL on the Patreon tonight, if anyone's interested, and text will go live at some point tomorrow.
So, my few Patrons, you'll be charged on the 1st like usual, and then it should stop. Make sure, because we're going to close down our American bank account and if you pay more money it's not going to me.
I gotta give my eyes a full year to see if light tolerance and dryness will improve. I should get to the point where I can draw... soonish? I have glasses and new eye drops to try. But, again, the doc rushed me out of the office in like, five minutes, so this isn't a high standard of care at the moment.
I got more doctor stuff on Wednesday, and more later in the month. It's gonna be kinda exhausting. I wanted to make cookies and put up some decorations, ya know? But I don't have it in me yet. New instalment will go up tomorrow, though, because I am determined and annoyed, and I'll leave some update info at the Patreon too.
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I have to go to the doctors tonight for the first time since I may or may not have developed a medical kink and Vexy isn’t helping
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Buddy I’m a doctor too-
I’m not the best person to ask for help for this situation
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Reminiscing past memories- Neuroanatomy class❤️🧠
'From nothing else but the brain come joys, delights, laughter, and sports, and sorrows, griefs, despondency, and lamentations.'
-Hippocrates
#neuroanatomy#medical student#studying anatomy#anatomy class#neuroscience#medblr#medblr community#tmedic#hippocrates#med school#medical anatomy#neurology#anatomy exam#neuro#i love neuro#memories#medicine#medical university#aspiring docblr#doctor stuff
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i dont know how to spell comments its just squiggles at this point
#bee: i hope you know this is how doctors are made#bad handwriting#chaos#school#college#chaotic academia#student#turning into cfal students#science#chaotic academia aesthetic#stem#education#doctor stuff#things docs do#doc mcstuffins would be proud#science student things#science student shit#random shit#random#shitpost#shitposting#desi tumblr#study#desi teen#desi#desiblr#desi dark academia#desi academia#science academia#studyblr
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finally had my first chronically ill moment with a doctor babes
my blood tests for what they thought was wrong with me came back normal! I have something else wrong that's making my heart be shitty!
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I tell people that with PTSD, you sleep like a baby. (An address to another physician).
I tell people that with PTSD, you sleep like a baby.
In the beginning, you wake up every three hours, screaming for your mother.
There was a point at which I didn't sleep more than two hours a night while working well over the allotted 80 hours a week. That's how serious my symptoms were.
I didn't think I'd ever want to buy myself anything or celebrate another holiday or birthday. I didn't think I'd ever sleep through the night again. I didn't think I'd ever wake up without the horrible pall of dread hanging over me. I didn't think I'd ever even be able to talk about what I went through, let alone write something, let alone publish it.
At one point it was very obvious to me that I wasn't going to be alive much longer if I did not get help. I was either going to do something stupid by mistake or I was going to do something stupid on purpose.
Now I have one bad day a month. I do all the things I thought I would never do again. After taking months off, I start my job again in a month and I'm genuinely looking forward to getting back to the bedside.
I can tell you right now that for me, the guilt was such a powerful motivating factor for me to NOT care for myself. It was the lacuna at the center of the downward spiral. I had to accept that I was not the world's worst fucking doctor and a garbage person before getting help mattered.
I'm not bad, and neither are you. I'll carry these scars with me for the rest of my days - but when I look at them now, I see something that reminds me not just of my human frailties and failings, but of how strong I am, how many people I helped, and exactly how much shit I can take without breaking.
I care about you, and I hope in time you can learn to care about yourself again. If I did it, it's possible for you.
If you ever need to message me, I'm here.
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i wrote this in the notes of another post originally and am copy + pasting it here because im right but "tell the cops nothing, tell the doctors everything" is such a stupid ass fucking abled take. doctors engage in policing idk how to explain to yall that some people cannot in fact just tell doctors everything without it putting them at risk
like im not gonna go into the myriad of ways this is bs but like a quick example is i cant tell my doctors about my substance use issues because if i get that listed on my medical records it will actively endanger me. It will impact how I'm treated in emergency situations and will get me labeled as "drug seeking" when i try to get other issues dealt with.
i dont say this to scare people but because this is actually important information for people to have. if a medical professional claims this isnt an issue, they are NOT "one of the good ones". they are either straight up lying or theyre utterly unaware, which is frankly not better. doctors are cops. never forget it
like YES tell ur doctor abt being sexually active but stop saying "tell the cops nothing and the doctor everything" before i start killing in cold blood
I KNOW THE ORIGINAL QUOTE. This is about how people misquote it, as well as how they view the phrase as meaning "all medical professionals". ALSO! emts are not the neutral figures you think they are. please stop spewing your lack of understanding on the topic all over my tags, its embarrassing.
finally, THIS POST IS ABOUT DRUGS. FIRST AND FOREMOST IT IS ABOUT DRUGS. THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ADDICT. the way yall are talking about addicts and drugs users in the tags is so fucking dehumanising. you are part of the problem. Id suggest non addicts shut their traps please and thank you.
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"Don't make fun of our tools!"
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like i can not stress enough despite my issues with some things how much i respect russell t davies for getting the opportunity to write an anniversary special for one of The british pieces of media ever now of all times and deciding that the importance of loving and caring for trans children would be integral to it. you can save millions of people all you need to do is love your trans daughter more than anything in the world.
#my stuff#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#rose noble#donna noble#rose noble character of all time. i love you.#tv tag
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when the batboys get broken bones or other things that can't be fixed in the batcave, and have to go to an actual hospital, they make up the most outlandish sounding excuses for their injuries:
dick (with a broken leg): "well you see, i was actually trying to jump over a river on a pair of rollerskates"
jason (with broken ribs): "i was volunteering at the zoo... feeding the alligators. i fell backwards with the meat in my hands, and one pounced on me. funny how much damage they can do."
tim (with the worst concussion man has ever seen): "oh that? i was walking outside.. and my brothers were playing basketball on the top floor of the house, and one of them accidentally threw the ball out the window, and it landed on my head"
(bruce hears that one and has to reconsider whether or not the version of the story tim told him (getting hit by condiment king's mustard launcher) was the truth or not)
damian (with fingers twisted in every direction): "i play the piano... very violently"
#i KNOW they have doctors and stuff who know who they are etc#this is my headcanon#also dick's one came straight from an episode of jackass#i live for johnny knoxville explaining to medical workers how he gets his injuries#batboys#batfam#batfamily#the robins#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#bruce wayne#batman#nightwing#red robin#red hood#robin#dcu#dc#dc comics#dc batman#gothihop speaks
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The Tenth and Fourteenth Doctors with the wonderful Donna Noble too
Parallel portraits
#doctor who#david tennant#catherine tate#some of these will go bigger if you click them#I'm loving the symmatry#and definitely loving this dynamic duo back again#stuff i posted#rtdedit#tenth doctor#fourteenth doctor#donna noble#ten again#parallels#I love all of the new photos we're getting too#these specials are the gift that keeps on giving
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The thing about doctor who is that every episode is simultaneously the best and worst episode in the show and you can’t trust anyone who tells you it’s one or the other
#you just have to figure that stuff out for yourself#like yeah there are definitely episodes that are widely like or hated but I definitely also know people who very much have the opposite#opinion to the majority in those cases#doctor who
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AU where Jason gets his revenge by becoming a lawyer and getting joker sentenced to the death penalty
Bruce is conflicted about it but any time he tries to say anything on the subject Alfred just talks over him like "oh we're so proud of you master Jason you finished college and you didn't even use your father's extensive resources that could've easily gotten someone in this family a degree aren't we so proud master Bruce that Jason got himself a respectable profession--"
#jason todd#red hood#batfam#i also think it would be funny if thats literally the only thing jason does as a lawyer after that he just goes back to being a vigilante#everyone on the internet is like 'the iconic career of jason todd wayne: came back from the dead got a college degree got the joker-#-sentenced to death (finally) and then immediately fucked off to do whatever the hell it is he does for fun'#any time bruce and jason disagree jasons like 'excuse me which one of us is the college drop out and which of us is a practicing attorney?'#alfred 'you could have been a doctor but you became a furry themed vigilante instead' will never let this go#also btw jason just stole reasources from the league to get thru college. maybe at first talia was like what & then jason was like#'my alternate plan was to either get bruce to kill the joker or kill all three of us in an explosion' and talia is like#'okay. have fun at school sweetie'#BTW AN EDIT: this post is not reflective of my IRL beliefs about the criminal justice system or the death penalty#IRL those are way more complicated than gotham city/the joker/jason make it out to be#saw a few people tagging this post mentioning stuff about that
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the end of time is so funny because while the doctor is grappling with his impending mortality and immense loneliness, the master is just a feral rat man that’s shooting lightning out of his hands and eating people
#doctor who#dw#dr who#tenth doctor#10th doctor#david tennant#the master#simm!master#john simm#there’s just so much silly stuff in such a weighty episode#i mean it’s par for the course for the master but still#the duality of this show knows no bounds#the end of time
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