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gastroenterologyucgconferences · 3 months

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Call for Speakers If you're looking for a session topic, the announcement of #UCGCongress provides a lot of new “Gastroenterology ". Get your ideas in now before the 14th World Gastroenterology, IBD & Hepatology Conference from December 17-19, 2024, in Holiday Inn Dubai, UAE & Virtual.

Register here: https://gastroenterology.universeconferences.com/registration/ WhatsApp us at https://wa.me/442033222718?text

#GastrointestinalSurgery #GI Surgery #AbdominalSurgery #DigestiveSurgery #GastroSurgery #GIProcedures #MinimallyInvasiveSurgery #LaparoscopicSurgery

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allthiings · 1 year

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Know Types Of Gastrointestinal Surgery & Prevention | Medanta

#surgical gastroenterology #gi surgery #gastrointestinal diseases

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phoenixyfriend · 8 months

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Something something """canon""" age difference, modern AU where Rex actually is a decade younger than Anakin

And for Reasons, 34yo Anakin and 39yo Padme have decided to invite this Hot Young 24yo Who Just Exited The Military into their bed for a quick romp that turns into something of a longterm relationship that is sortakinda sugaring

………….just realized this makes Rex only [checks math] twelve or thirteen years older than the twins.

Which is very funny to me. These tweens are so unimpressed by the GI Bill college guy their parents are wooing. Is this supposed to be their new babysitter? A nanny? Wait, he's your boyfriend??? EW.

Such a weird age difference to have with your sorta stepkids

#rexanidala #rexwalker #anidala #rexidala #captain rex #anakin skywalker #padme anidala #skywalker twins #phoenix talks #modern au #age difference #star wars #the clone wars #Rex was probably medically discharged due to a head injury that required brain surgery (a la chip removal)#I want him to be a college dude. but also he's had a career already. sorta. It got cut short but it was a real contract with the military #but I want people ragging on Anidala for dating 'a college kid' and they keep protesting that he's 24! he's a veteran! he's on the GI Bill!#Rex Fett Is Old Enough To Make His Own Decisions Thank You #Rex is just like. okay then. you folks can have your age discourse I'm gonna go put on some swim trunks and be lifeguard for your 12yo twin #means I can get in their good books by being the adult supervision for the pool time they want to have #while also showing off some Nice Pecs for the hot rich older couple I'm dating

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ygoartreviews · 2 months

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DNA Surgery

Surgery time! Time to fix your DNA! These three must be super tiny if they're going to do something as intricate as DNA surgery, if such a thing is even possible (or plausible). My main wish looking at this art is that these guys were drawn closer (/bigger). There's so much empty space at the top, especially above the two nurses!! Sure, you gotta get those operating room lights in there for an alien abduction examination type feel, but they don't necessarily need so much space to themselves. The framing of this scene is kinda wild too, if you really look at it. If you look close enough, the blonde nurse is holding onto the handle of what is most likely a hospital stretcher, which is somehow pointed towards the viewer without running into anything??? And this doctor guy is either mega tall or standing right on top of the viewer. I will say though, I love that his head mirror was drawn exactly the same way as his eyes, making him look like he has three eyes total. The nurses are drawn super cute though, and I especially like their black dot eyes. Part of me thinks that it's funny that, despite all the minor censoring they'll do, they didn't mess with the boobs on these blue elf ladies at all. Not even the blonde one who has more defined boobs.

Rating: 5/10

#DNA Surgery #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #ygo #Duel Monsters #Weevil Underwood #GX #5Ds #Continuous Trap #From episode 161: where I was robbed of seeing full insect type Gaia the dragon champion and had to look it up myself #Did you know? I have a fake version of this card

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greyias · 9 months

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Purina apparently discontinued and then reformulated the only canned food I've found so far that Griffin's extraordinarily sensitive tummy can tolerate, adding one of his potential worst allergens to nearly the top of the formulation list. I have sent a Karen-like e-mail to Purina, and am now having to have five million tabs open on different pet food websites to put the ingredient lists of everything under a microscope to try and find something remotely close.

#(look he's my special boy he has very special needs)#like he has one brand of dry dog food he can eat #so he won't starve #but he gets the canned wet food on top because of other gi issues #related to last year's emergency surgery #but on an unrelated rant: why the FUCK would you put LIVER in your sensitive stomach formula #it literally registers as a 5000 on griffin's allergy test #i believe 80 was the cutoff limit before it starts causing problems #so like he had some cranberry supplements he was getting after a uti #that had beef liver in it #and it would immediately start him on an episode that would take several days to calm his stomach down #so if i had not looked at that ingredient label and started feeding him this #i would have had at the very least a giant mess to clean up

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phunnibun · 5 months

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Yesterday on my theater blog I ranted abt Crutchie and how he can be baby-ifed by the Newsies fandom.

This is infact ableism and I want to discuss why I’m very loud about this.

CW - Ableism, medical experience, ileostomy, surgery, GI issues

Since I was a baby, I struggled with GI issues. My doc thought I could control it but I in fact couldn’t. I wasn’t taken care of until my older sister had graduated. Then, I was 10-11 I got a diagnosis that was wrong and got a surgery that made things worse for me.

Up until this year, I got the correct diagnosis and I went under an ileostomy surgery. Now my family treats me as if I’m 100% able bodied and get mad when I take care of myself.

My experience has been with medical ableism, ableism with an invisible illness and not being cared for medically by my parents.

It’s been hell, I’ve gotten better but I need those to know that those with visible illness should be cared for but not babied. And those with invisible illnesses need to be cared for but understood that we aren’t always able bodied.

#newsies #invisible illness #medical ableism #ostomy #ableism #ableism in fandom #ableism in theater spaces #trans ftm #fuck ableists #surgery cw #medical cw #ableism cw #gi cw

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yugiohcardsdaily · 11 months

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DNA Surgery

"Activate this card by declaring 1 Monster Type. All face-up monsters on the field become that Type."

#dna surgery #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

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gastroenterologyucgconferences · 3 months

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Call for Abstract: Track 14: Gastrointestinal Surgery Present your presentation/research/abstract at the CME/CPD accredited #14GASTROUCG Conference from December 17-19, 2024, in Holiday Inn Dubai, UAE & Virtual, in attempt to even further boost the influence of your research by trying to present it to a global delegation. Submit your abstract/papers here: https://gastroenterology.universeconferences.com/gastrointestinal-surgery/ WhatsApp us at https://wa.me/442033222718?text=

#GastrointestinalSurgery #GI Surgery #AbdominalSurgery #DigestiveSurgery #GastroSurgery #GIProcedures #MinimallyInvasiveSurgery #LaparoscopicSurgery #ColorectalSurgery #BariatricSurgery

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60inchyugiohheadcanons · 7 months

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On Jōnouchi's ADHD (1.39k words)

This headcanon is probably the longest on this blog; it's some compiled thoughts on how growing up with (undiagnosed) ADHD has affected Jōnouchi. It's halfway between headcanon and fanfiction piece, and was requested by @bloodyscott, whom I kept waiting for too long for a response. I apologise sincerely for the delay.

This headcanon begins below the cut, as it's obscenely long. You may find it more comfortable to read this from the blog page, or on Archive of Our Own (NOTE: tumblr is acting strange. To access the page, copy the link and manually remove the href.li portion and the second https), rather than on your dashboard/search, in terms of formatting and such.

From infancy, Jōnouchi wailed his way out of his crib, out of his room, out of his house—as a baby, he thrashed towards whatever freedom he could find. He loathed the four walls of the crib; he'd scarce room to move. A skin infection brought him, aged 4, to hospital, and the very sight of overrun grey plastic seats and skinny cubicles exhausted him more than his illness had ever threatened to.

In primary school, others’ desks would blend together in a whir. Here he was, stuck, dizzyingly sedentary—the longer he sat, the foggier the world seemed to grow. When he kicked and whined at other children throughout electric lunch breaks, and they shrank from his vitality, he learned to eat alone. As his peers trudged from class in packs, watching the pavement, he sat, sullen, as his father drove him home. Somehow, Katsuhiro had never trusted him not to lose himself in chasing his surrounds. The fabric of the car seat would bite into his shorts, and he’d squirm for the window, squealing towards the noise outside: Birds that cawed; scraps of paper that fluttered and choked on smog. That was a fragile era, when his mother still waited, with dry hands and chipped nails, at home. When his father already stank of beer, but still spoke loudly, deeply, boisterously. Again and again, Jōnouchi’s mother would sit her son down, and write his name, stroke by agonising stroke. She’d recite each mora in time with each character. Yet sound would cluster through his head, and his own name would dissolve amid his mother’s instructions, amid the blaze of sunlight trapped on the windowsill behind her. He would write, and the strokes would come out rushed, mis-ordered, lopsided.

Iro wa nioedo

chirinuru wo.

At 10, his father grew quiet, and his mother yet quieter. Silence took up like a plague in Jōnouchi’s head, and swarmed in shapeless formation throughout parched mathematics lessons. Times tables hurled themselves headlong into a skull full of fog, and burst on contact. Are you listening? a teacher asked. How could he listen with a head full of noise, of unspoken words billowing back and forth? He gripped his seat, and glared back. Why should I care, anyway?

When his mother left, his father stopped caring to chaperone him. It had taken Jōnouchi a decade to earn the right to shed his infancy. He resented that it had been this long, so tried to join the huddle of middle schoolers. He told odd stories, and took off, queasy, in front of them. They withdrew their smiles when he approached on the second day. He growled his plaint, and resentment drove him to take the opposite route. He explored back alleys, wallflower convenience stores and dilapidated cinemas; the faster he walked, the more clearly he could see each brick, and the brighter each fleck in the pavement glinted. At speed, he delayed the journey home, and set his eyes on a gorgeous early winter sunset. The colours bellowed, too bold for winter, ungainly and vain. They were glorious.

Jōnouchi came home late. His father glared; fog crashed back down on his shoulders.

Wa ga yo tare zo

tsune naran?

A week before she cleared out too few of Katsuhiro’s belongings and packed too few suitcases, Jōnouchi’s mother drove both children two miles to the optometrist. My son, she explained, reads slowly, yet resents reading; it seems he can’t see very well. My daughter’s sight seems clearer, yet she complains of pain. The optometrist forced Jōnouchi to read down a chart of letters; he fidgeted, and, consumed in memories of a lonely lunch break the day prior, passed with flying colours. When the optometrist flashed a light to photograph his eyes, whatever hideous miracle that was, Jōnouchi screamed.

Katsuya Jōnouchi, the optometrist surmised, had perfect acuity of sight. He sought attention, stimulation. Meanwhile, Shizuka Jōnouchi, who had sat entirely still throughout her examination, had more ragged, derelict peripheral vision than her family had anticipated. Untreated, both your children will get much worse.

And in the months after Shizuka Jōnouchi became Shizuka Kawai and Mrs. Jōnouchi became That Bitch Who Never Cared, Katsuya Jōnouchi became horribly aware of how little time he had to be lethargic. He had to survive this schism; yet as he was, he barely felt capable of thinking. He walked, fidgeted, paced to prove to himself that he was a moving, breathing organism. Yet his father’s frustration would brook no exuberance. Long before Katsuhiro fully committed to flinging glass and spurning his son’s misery, Jōnouchi began learning to move silently, slowly, around his father. He memorised which mats snapped and snagged, which bits of fabric hissed when stepped on. He noted which windows opened most quietly. And yet he never managed a perfect, quiet exit. He couldn’t help but be conspicuous; he could only hope to get out too quickly for his father to react. And, to lift the torpor that followed escape, he would run to school, and, after, run back. Never did the sun shine brighter than when he was moving.

Uwi no okuyama

kyou koete.

When he met Hirutani, did he become more violent? No; every punch he threw during his delinquency had waited, kinetic and desperate, for days, months, years. In classrooms, his sole responses to being ordered around had been sullen deference, with sullenness being his sole demonstration of rebellion. Now, threatened with the obsolescence of his ego, of his perceived freedom, he chained himself to violence, over and over. The first time he punched a man in the gut, he found himself shaking. And rather than sink into sallow, domestic remorse, he slathered himself in white rage. And he went back and he went back and he went back, helpless to his own instincts, trying to dredge the noise in his skull out through his fists. No matter how many punches he threw, and no matter how many he received, he could not stop his head from blazing anew the moment he walked away.

Did Duel Monsters afford him any peace? He would be no man’s losing dog; nor would he be confined to dull celebrity. To play as a strategist consigned him to sitting still, committing himself to gambits he could never entirely trust, to moves that demanded a clear head. To play too whimsically would doom him to inferiority. Thus, he gave half his heart to diligence, and half to sheer fortune. Nobody could idolise his kind of folly, nor devalue his kind of skill. This was Jōnouchi’s will—to eschew having to wait in the mire of expectation; to escape the fog of obligation to anyone’s morals but his own. Honour suited him, so long as it was on his meticulous terms. In games of Duel Monsters, he became a knight-errant of sorts: predictably unpredictable, unexpectedly canny, blindly faithful. With this relationship to his own fate laid out so, he could finally draw cards without fearing those next to come. And thus, hyperkinetic, he found a peace in the game. So he played and played until he forgot how long he’d been playing, and Duel Monsters became as second nature.

Asaki yume miji

ei mo suzu.

Two weeks before Jōnouchi’s graduation, Shizuka invited him to her place to dine. Their father was not to join them. Jōnouchi protested, and his desperation died in a pinprick throat. Wisteria spilled itself over the footpath. Each step threatened to plunge, vertiginous, to the ground.

When Jōnouchi saw his mother, his throat turned to sandpaper. She looked so old.

You cried so much as a baby, she told him. Kicked and screamed to see the world. You weren’t comfortable waiting in your crib—I’d end up coming to you at 4AM, walking you around the perimeter of the house till my heels burned. And you seemed so afraid of all the noises of the night—groaning engines, singing birds. Now, look at you—you’ve grown up so terribly fast.

Could he afford to tell her how even now, he bit down the urge to kick and scream, to launch himself, all fists and sparks, onto his tormentors? No; so, all night, he gripped his glass as tight as he could. The cold lingered and itched on his palms for days. Holding onto things, it seemed, was not so difficult as he’d once believed.

#couple of notes: i tried to write jōnouchi as also possibly having some form of conduct disorder that did not progress to aspd.#as i have neither conduct disorder nor aspd – i can't promise it's entirely accurate #and i apologise sincerely for any serious mistakes. i've tried to avoid stigma but i know i've a hell of a lot more learning to do #jōnouchi is meant to have combined-type adhd here. i have adhd but no diagnosed subtype #however i'd generally say i have an extremely different experience to jōnouchi here. (i'm either hyperactive or combined)#i've tried to stay away from stereotype while also focussing on how a young child might be both overtly and internally hyperactive #and how the display of symptoms might change with circumstance.#moreover; shizuka's eye condition in the anime is left vague and (probably unrealistically) curable #i went with some kind of glaucoma (probably open-angle but i really don't know enough to say).#she probably stopped losing vision after surgery but i doubt she actually got her peripheral vision back #the japanese poem interspersed throughout is the iroha. it was more significant to early drafts and i'm too sentimental to take it out.#i named jōnouchi's father katsuhiro (克弘) because calling him 'jōnouchi's father' got too cumbersome #i didn't really show jonouchi hyperfocussing much or write about his experience of time.#but since he's an esfp i probably need more time to work out how Se dominance could interact with time blindness #anyway. i'll shut up now.#yugioh #yu-gi-oh!#YGO #Yu-Gi-Oh #yu gi oh #katsuya jonouchi #katsuya jounouchi #jounouchi katsuya #jonouchi katsuya #shizuka jonouchi #shizuka jounouchi #jonouchi #城之内克也 #tw domestic violence #cw domestic violence

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allthiings · 1 year

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Tips For Post-Gastrointestinal Surgery Diet | Medanta

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blindgamermisadventures · 18 days

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I am alive! I had my GJ tube surgery on April 25th. It went well! Only problem was I was experiencing a lot of pain. Was given oxy for pain management, but that just made me sleepy. Slowly weening myself off it and trying to get over the discomfort. Any tips would be greatly appreciated.

#feeding tube #feedingtube #gj tube #surgery #gi disorder #gi issues #recovery #chronic pain #pain management #pain medication

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athetos · 1 month

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My doctors office is acting like they’re going to go broke because I haven’t paid a $20 bill in the 4 weeks since they charged me grow the fuck up and fix your awful website

#trying not to think about what the bill for my tooth surgery and GI tests will be #so fucking glad I got a raise

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dopaminestarvedsim · 3 months

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hiiii, i'm still alive!! turns out when i flare really badly i do not feel like playing sims at my desk/pc and it's just not the same on my laptop but i'm missing it really badly soooo i might try to get a mouse for my laptop so i can play with the new crystal pack 🥲

#crohns is such a bitch #i've been so sick y'all wtf i had to get a stat ct the other day and i was so scared i could not stop crying #don't need surgery though so that's worth celebrating #boutta be roided tf out while my pcp tries to find a GI that can see me before april wish me luuuuuck #dopaminestarvedrambles #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #the sims community #sims 4 #sims

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