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nurseantics · 1 year
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Work has just been a lot to handle lately. I admit I have a very fragile resolve. Blow after blow of near misses, miscommunication, and disappointments are giving me feelings of incompetence and not feeling good enough for my job. My morale is low, my energy to keep going is utterly drained, and my anxiety an all time high. I need a pause. I need a recharge. I need a great cup of coffee.
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caleism-1 · 1 year
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 month
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i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us
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bisexualgoth · 10 months
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all workers' strikes are good. yes even if they're inconvenient. even if they're making your life harder. even if you don't get to watch your favourite tv show. workers fighting for their rights is ALWAYS a good thing
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fcthots · 4 months
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Jason Todd would want you to take pictures of his face between your legs.
He'd want you to make sure that you have the flash on and have your other hand buried in his hair. Multiple pictures too. One with his face completely buried in your folds. One with his eyes drunkenly locked on you. Another after you tug his face away, hand still in his hair, with glassy half open eyes and slick all over his mouth.
If you send him the pictures when he's out of the house and busy, he'll drop whatever he's doing to get to take some more. And if you send him a video of you touching yourself to the pictures? He will go 100 in a 35 to see you and get to watch you.
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rnyesika · 2 years
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Don’t mess with mentally unstable people
One time I was working with legal holds. That’s when we hold our psych patients until the mental facility can take then in. I had a patient who taught me a NEVER mess with psych patients . So I came into the room like he I’m yesika I’m going to be your nurse for today blah blah blah. She looked at me and told me she wanted to be left alone and to shove the meds up my A$$. She didn’t yell she…
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jay-auris · 5 months
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People are still shipping Kirk and Spock 6 decades later. All I'm saying is, the party doesn't have to stop just because the show does.
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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
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emotional-witch620 · 4 months
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Heard a story today about a lesbian couple who took their kid to the hospital and the nurse refused to do anything until they knew which one was the « real » mom (because they thought the other had less of a say in the kid’s medical decision). And all I could think about was Buddie with Chris because it would probably go like this:
Nurse: I´m sorry but only the real father can stay, the other is going to have to leave.
Buck : Oh well… It’s h-
Eddie: We’re both his father’s, neither of us are leaving. Our son needs a doctor.
Nurse: No. Hospital policy says only the real father can stay. So which one is it?
Eddie: For fu- The one who is going to deck you in 3 seconds!
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silvertsundere · 1 year
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there's a buncha funny censors in the yugioh tcg like bagooska becoming a sleepy boy
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but my favourite one is still nurse dragonmaid's "nipples"
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starrysharks · 4 months
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"it happens all the time, it happens all the time", a tautology of self-delusion - a one-way love affair that turned me into a weak rabbit
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nurseantics · 1 year
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Today was just a shitty day that started horrid and never let up. Coming back to my unit after transferring a patient to another ward, I was just plain exhausted. My shoulders drooping and my face defeated, I saw my patient’s relative walk towards me with a smile. She said, “let me give you a hug”, and I just let her and hugged her back. I needed it today.
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aibigbois · 4 months
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Good afternoon, my name is Bruno and I am going to be your nurse for your stay here at the hospital. Its nice to meet you!
I love working this ward, love seeing the guys grow after their procedures. I bet you can tell, I've had it too. What gave it away? The pecs? Yeah, they are my favorite. Look, they're gargantuan! This set of scrubs is a 5XL, I think, and I am just about too big for them.
But that comes with the territory with the procedure. You'll blow up to twice your size this next two months in the ward. And then for the next year or so you'll pack on muscle easy peasy. I'm about 2 years out and I still gain about a pound a week.
Can't wait to help you out in whatever way I can, if you need something just reach out! I can grab you food or protein shakes if you need. You'll be ravenous once you wake up, so don't worry, I am used to it. But my favorite part is helping you stretch and massage your new muscles as they grow. The guys on the ward say I am the best at it, if i do say so myself!
Well if you don't have any questions we are going to get you ready for the procedure. Follow me, we will do your weigh in, initial pictures and initial strength tests. Right this way.
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heather-garland · 4 months
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videoviolence · 3 months
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WE HAVE A DRESS CODE FOR A REASON, SHAWN
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fotibrit · 9 months
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peter parker coming off anasthesia and being FAR too chatty + forgetting where he is and who he is in relation to Tony. so when his nurse pages tony stark to recovery, peter goes wide eyed and is like “ HES CONUNG BACK HERE? CAN I MEET HIM?” (tony is standing outside the privacy curtain and can hear the whole thing)
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