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ravencincaide · 7 months

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Coffee

Summary: You had two pregnancy cravings, neither of which were all that good for you, your weight or the baby. Chuuya was all about giving you whatever you wanted- while Dazai tried to be more rational. Key word- tried. OR you’d get whatever you wanted out of Dazai and Chuuya- you just needed to work a little for it.

Pairing Preg! Fem reader x Dazai x Chuuya

Requested by Anon –> Dazai and Chuuya during readers' pregnancy.

Warnings: Hint at intimacy and inappropriate behavior including sensual licking of fingers. Cursing, Pregnancy cravings, fluff

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Enjoy ~

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You swore Chuuya was psychic.

In fact you were ready to stop calling him ‘the most fearsome mafia executive and gravity manipulator’ and start calling him’ the most fearsome mafia executive, gravity manipulator and future predictor Chuuya’.

He was that good, and it annoyed you.

When he and Dazai found out you were pregnant, he had modified the affectionate term of endearment from ‘Sweetheart’ into ‘Sweets’. At the time, you thought he was being cute and loving towards you- exciting at the prospect of becoming a father. Now you were certain he was giving you a heads-up about what was to come. And you swore neither your figure, nor your teeth appreciated it. Unlike all the other normal women with just weird pregnancy cravings and combinations that seemed odd at best, you craved only two things in excessive amounts. Sweets- which you normally didn’t enjoy and coffee. Sweet and bitter. Just like the combination of Dazai, Chuuya and You.

At times inherently sweet, other times obsessively bitter.

“ Okay we have sugar, water, ice cream, half a bar of chocolate. So slug we need glutinous rice flour, red bean paste, green tea powder” Dazai called into the speaker phone as he continued to search through the kitchen cabinets in a half- desperate attempt to satisfy your current cravings. “ Strawberries and some more chocolate… and then a packet of condoms and a–”

“ Oj you horny dog that wasn't on the ingredient list” Chuuya’s voice growled over the speakerphone from the store half way across Yokohama. The only place in this god forsaken city that was not only opened, but was large enough to sell everything needed to make mochi.

Stupid tourists and goddamned golden week.

You moved over from sitting by the counter and walked over to stand next to Dazai. Placing a hand on his shoulder you stole a kiss before you helped him hold up the broken-to-be-fixed cupboard door while he searched for the pan to make said homemade mochi in. “ And don’t forget the coffee for us, love” you called over the phone.

You could practically hear the irritation in Chuuya’s voice do a 180 and turn into a smile the moment your voice echoed over the speaker. No doubt he had that love-struck adoring look on his face again, the one he now got whenever you or the unborn child wanted anything. He was ready to buy the world for you, or carve it up with the use of his entire mafia faction. Whichever got it to you quicker “ Whatever you and the baby want”

“ Heey Belladonna you know it’s not good for you and especially not for the baby” Dazai stated finding the pan and then snatching the phone back and holding it far away from you. He danced away towards the other side of the kitchen, taking out a batch of brownies that had been put in the fridge to coo, ready to be topped with the glossy chocolatey smooth layer. If you were really good, he might even add a little coffee into the mix to satisfy your addiction.

“ I’m allowed one cup a day” You argued back, arms crossed over your chest “ And we’re almost out.”

Dazai chuckled a little before pointing towards the half empty jar of coffee standing innocently on the counter. With the limit of one cup a day that would be plenty to last you a month. Rather than continue provoking you however, he cut a small piece of brownie before holding it up to you- a feeble attempt to pacify you. You managed to resist the craving all of two seconds before you flickered your eyes back to the sweet treat. Rather than take it with your hands like he intended for you to, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the sweet treat- and his fingers.

You watched him swallow as you used your tongue to roll the still slightly warm brownie bit over his two fingers before taking it in your mouth.

You watched the hunger in his eyes grow as you swallowed the brownie before taking more of his fingers into your mouth. You flickered your tongue over the digits, a naughty reminder of the things you could do with your tongue. Then you pulled back as if nothing happened, his now clean fingers popping out of your mouth with a quiet ‘pop’.

“ it’s good, could use some coffee though” You flashed him a flirty smile.

Dazai stared at you for a moment seemingly in a daze before he turned away from you, his hands moving in double speed as he whipped up the chocolate frosting to cover the brownie in. While the mixer was running, you watched with careful eyes as he brewed a cup of weak coffee.

The smell of roasting beans tempting you even more. And they made you feel alive all the same- like an addict about to get their fix.

Your attention was hundred percent on him; like a hawk you watched as he added a tiny amount of coffee into the batter. Then he dipped his finger into the frosting and brought it to your lips. This time you didn’t wrap your lips around his fingers, rather you stuck your tongue out and licked the sweetness of his fingers.

This earned you a groan “ You sweet sadist, my Belladonna” he muttered, eyes half lid. It was as if you were literally living up that nickname. Belladonna. A sweet, torturous poison.

The moment his fingers were clean you pulled back and carefully wiped your mouth as if you hadn’t just licked at them like a dog seconds earlier “ Could use a touch more coffee”

The process repeated itself until the entire cup that Dazai had brewed was in the frosting.

By then your cravings were less desperate. You would still not say no to coffee but you didn’t think you’d go insane without it. Dazai on the other hand looked a bit worse for wear, his back was against the kitchen counter, and one bandaged hand was on his face while the other hand, which you had been licking and kissing for god-knows how long was gripping the counter. He was desperately trying to keep in control.

Suddenly you heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. Then moments later, you both looked over as the door opened, a slightly disheveled Chuuya entering the apartment with a ridiculous amount of bags. He set them on the counter before reaching up to put the escaped hair back into its ponytail.

“ Yaay Chuuya you’re back” You skipped away from Dazai, quick to give your returned lover a peck on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, as if the affection gave him newfound energy, ready to unpack the excessive shopping. It made you grin as you wrapped your arms around his waist, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out dozens of coffee and coffee based treats out of the bags.

It was like Christmas, birthday and new year all in one!

“ Oj why haven’t you prepared anything for making mochi you slacking mackerel?” Chuuya glared at Dazai over your shoulder, as he began to produce other, more practical things from the remainder of the bags.

“ oh it’s Chuuya” Dazai’s voice dripped with annoyance and perhaps a bit of sexual frustration as well “ If you weren’t such an idiot you’d know I need the rice flour to start making mochi, idiot”

“ Oj who are you calling an idiot- you idiot ?”

You ignored their bickering as something in one of the yet-to-be-unpacked bags caught your attention.Reaching forward you grabbed the small black box with golden letters which read ‘Kamasutra 12 packet of coffee flavored condoms’ You brought the box to your lips, showing off only a glimpse of the seductive smile as you turned to the bickering pair.

“ hmm I wonder if they actually taste like coffee” You winked before moving to head up the stairs towards the bedroom. You barely held back your laughter as you saw the bickering stop and then the two turned to each other, shaking a look. They turned back to you processing what you said before they scrambled to follow you, practically tripping over their own feet.

Mochi could wait- after all you might have found a safe way to satisfy your coffee cravings. And that was much more important than any sweets in the world..

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #request #fluff?#skk fluff #bsd skk #skk x reader

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totalbellytrash · 4 months

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Pokemon OC: Damian the Ever-Pregnant Victini

It's been a while since I had a preg-exclusive character, hasn't it?

Damian is a male-identifying Victini traveling as a monk. One day, he encountered a Xerneas who blessed him with a very special gift: the ability to bear children! This gift came with benefits such as enhanced healing and longevity, however once he gives birth to 180 children, he'll die. Damian's womb will always have five children in it (until the last ones), and while he can do it any time he wants, he can only give birth to one child per week at a time. Damian decided to make it his goal to travel the world in order to find the perfect places to give birth to each of his children.

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#OC #Reference #Pregnant #Pregnancy #Mpreg #Male Pregnancy

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hazbincalifornia · 7 months

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Preg Vox is not only emotional, but has serious mood swings. Serious, supernatural mood swings. Like, his personality will do a 180 at the most inopportune of times.

“Fuck this fucking kid fuck you Val fuck Alastor fuck my secretary fuck Alastor AGAIN fuck my secretary- OMG TINO THE BABY JUST KICKED AHHHH I LOVE BEING PREGNANT IT’S SO MAGICAL I LOVE MY BELLY I LOVE THIS BABY OOH I SHOULD GIVE ALL MY EMPLOYEES A $5,000 RAISE!!!! 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍”

By the time this baby is out, Vox’s reputation is in tatters. Alastor has quite literally never been happier.

From what we've seen in the teasers so far, Vox seems like a pretty reactive guy, so I can absolutely see that. It's funny at first for Val and Velvette, but it spirals out of control fast and they never manage to reign it back in because he has the ability to broadcast every one of his tantrums Hell-wide.

Alastor didn't even have to do anything but sit back with a cup of coffee and an even bigger grin than usual.

#asks #anonymous #daddy vox #helluva mpreg

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yranus · 9 months

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day 4: specific things i don't like

day 4 of my 180 days of journaling series

september 1, 2023

people that do not let other people BE. like if what they're doing bothers you, but isn't necessarily bad, LEAVE THEM ALONE 😭

m!preg stories, it just makes me uncomfortable thinking abt it, but if you like it then its wtv

the texture of berries, like strawberries, raspberries etc etc

being talked over and then having to awkwardly repeat yourself thousands of times

people who think overstepping boundaries is funny?? like no i don't want you to take photos of me and edit me with out permission...

when people assume im a pick-me because i happen to have a lot of guy friends??

people who hate on the sweetest girls because they're pretty and popular 😕

the feeling of my thighs getting stuck on a chair 🤮

HAVING TO COUGH/SNEEZE IN A SILENT CLASSROOM.

awkwardly waiting for someone to get up to turn in their test so then you can go bc ur too awkward to go up yourself 😓

being compared

when they tell everyone abt you two even though you wanted to keep it secret

people who jump to conclusions and don't listen, like... 😕

#idk is this specific enough??#ahhh

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emilydoesscience · 5 years

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Poll time!

Do I commit to

A) Ironman 70.3 Florida for $300 and a 7.5 hr drive, can stay with family, could be up to 5.5 mo preg, could get $75 back if I decide not to go, but it will have the best crowds and perks or

B) the Great Florida Challenge 70.3 $180, 7.5 hr drive, can stay with family, could be up to 4.5 mo preg, and no visible policy on cancelling or

C) the Chattahoochee Challenge 70.3 $180, 2 hr drive/might need a hotel, could be up to 5.5mo, no policy on cancelling, 65f water 🥶 when I might not fit in my wetsuit

Or D) none of the above but 2 sprint local races in April for like $70 ea.

C would be the responsible answer but I want to do A more... But is it worth the sunk cost, the money and the drive? B is a good option too, but less group support. D is the default option. Struggling to decide.

Also Florida has alligators 🐊🙅‍♀️

#tri training #triathlete #triathlon training #triathlon

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aleksandra77 · 4 years

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Filmlys - LFT 105

Et filmhistorisk blikk på low key lyssetting i close ups av hovedkarakteren i filmen Shanghai Express (1932)

I denne oppgaven skal jeg forsøke å kaste et overordnet blikk på low key lyssettingen gjennom filmhistorien og ta for meg low key lyssettingen i close ups av hovedkarakteren i filmen Shanghai Express fra 1932.

Low Key Lightning i tysk ekspresjonisme

Low Key Lighting har sitt utspring fra den tyske ekspresjonismen. Etter første verdenskrig oppstod det et behov å utrykke det absurde, ondskapsfulle og ubevisste i mennesket. Forsterket av psykoanalysens popularitet - ble interessen for utforskning av psykologiske prosesser i vinden. Dramatiske/ sterke skygger ble malt direkte på kulissene og brukt som verktøy til å speile filmkarakterens psykologiske tilstander og indre liv (Saul & Ells, 2019, s. 109).

Figur 1. Sterke kontraster mellom lys og mørket i den tyske ekspresjonismen. Viser en scene fra filmen The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Figur 2. En annen scene fra filmen The cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Lys utvikling

Mot slutten av 1910 tallet ble moderne lys utbredt i USA og dermed kunne filmstudioer boltre seg i ulike typer lamper som de kunne bruke i ulike settinger (Thompson & Bordwell, 2019, s.60). Overgangen innebar at man gikk vekk fra det det naturlige dagslyset eller fra en enkel belysning og over til nyere elektriske lamper som ga opphavet til Three -Point Lighting metoden (Thompson & Bordwell, 2019, s. 72).

Three point lighting metoden muliggjorde for filmskapere å manipulere lyset i større omfang enn det tidligere var oppnåelig. I denne sammenheng ble filmstudioer ombygget. Glassvegger og glasstak som tidligere ble brukt til å fange inn dagslyset ble enten tildekket eller ombygget (Thompson & Bordwell, 2019, s. 58). Tanken var å formørke studioet slik at det kunstige lyset kunne være skarpt og fremtredende og dermed formelig.

Figur 3. Illustrasjon av three point lighting metoden.

Lys teknikken Three Point Lightning danner en klassisk lysoppsetting som utgjør grunnlaget for lyssettingen i senere tid (The Foundry Visionmongers Limited, 2020). Denne metoden gjør det mulig å leke med lyset fra ulike vinkler. Hovedsakelig er lysbalansen mellom key light og fill light nøkkelen til å modellere ansikter ved close ups. På denne måten kan man forme et ansikt slik man ønsker det skal fremstå (Bordwell, Thompson & Smith, 2017, s. 128).

Low key lighting i filmen Shanghai express

Chiaroscuro effekten som kommer ved bruk av low key lyssetting virker forskjønnende ved hjelp av at det skarpe lyset. De sterke skyggene forsterker det vi ønsker å framheve. I Shanghai Express blir low key lyset brukt til å markere hovedpersonens kinnben og øyne. Selv om low key lysbruken virker forskjønnende i denne filmen, er det en annen lyssetting filmen er kjent for å bruke.

Figur 4. Low key lyssetting ovenfra (top lighting) slik at trekk framheves

Figur 5. Et annet eksempel på top lighting for å oppnå glamorøs effekt.

Forskjønnende lyssetting i Shanghai Express

I filmen Shanghai Express finner vi flittig bruk av soft lighting. Denne type lyssetting har i likhet men low key lighting som mål å forfine hovedpersonen i filmen, men på en annen måte (Corrigan & White, 2018, s. 111). Bruken av fill light «mykgjør» lyset fra key light slik at skyggene blir mindre framtredende og skaper dermed en diffus effekt (Bordwell, Thompson & Smith, 2017, s.127).

Soft Lighting lyssettingen glatter ut ansiktet for ansiktslinjer slik at dens mykhet gir oss konnotasjoner til noe feminint og glamorøst (Keating, 2006, s. 103). I denne sammenhengen kan det også nevnes at backlighting blir også tatt i bruk for å forsterke den forskjønnende effekten (se figur 6 og 7).

Figur 6. Bruk av soft lighting for å feminisere ansiktet

Figur 7. Soft Lighting av ansiktet med backlight

Hvorfor ble lyssettingen brukt til å forskjønne?

Filmen Shanghai Express er fra 1932 - som betyr at den ble laget før sensuren (den såkalte Hays koden) tredde i full kraft i 1934. Det ga filmskapere albuerom til å lage filmer som ikke ble sensurert grunnet moralske årsaker. Kvinnene på begynnelsen av 30 tallet hadde en tendens til å bli framstilt som seksuelle frigjorte vesener som kunne utføre seksuelle tjenester i utbytte mot materielle goder (Thompson & Bordwell, 2019, s. 192-193). I dette tilfellet ble lyssettingen brukt som et verktøy til å utrykke den uavhengige og glamorøse kvinnen.

Film noir

Påvirkningen fra den tyske ekspresjonismen kommer tydelig til uttrykk i film noir sjangeren (The Foundry Visionmongers Limited, 2020). Da de tyske filmskapere emigrerte etterhvert til USA fra Tyskland, tok de med seg low key lyskunsten over til det nye landet (Thompson & Bordwell, 2019, s. 209).

Low key lyssettingen i kombinasjon med moderne lamper la et atmosfærisk preg over noir filmene. Chairoscuro effekten gir oss konnotasjoner til mystiske og skumle filmscener - slik at low key lysbruken underbygger filmens handling. På denne måten blir low key lyssettingen uløselig knyttet sammen med film noir sjangeren og dermed blir sjangerens kjennetegn (Mortenson, 2016, s. 180).

Figur 8. Low key lyssetting fra en filmscene i film noir.

Konklusjon

Low key lyssettingen har hatt en viktig rolle i Mise-en-Scéne. Opp gjennom tidene har det blitt brukt som et verktøy til å støtte opp under filmens scener og karakterer. De ulike måtene lyset har blitt brukt på har gitt oss ulike konnotasjoner. I den tyske ekspresjonismen ble low key lyssettingen brukt til å representere menneskets ubevisste psykologiske prosesser. Three point lighting teknikken ga filmskaperne mulighet til å manipulere lyset på ulike måter og med dette ble lyset i filmen Shanghai Express brukt til å forskjønne. Low key lyssettingen og soft lighting blir brukt for å modellere ansiktstrekkene og gi det et feminint preg. Tydelige spor av low key lyssettingen dukker opp i film noir sjangeren for å gi den konnotasjoner til en spenningsfylt og mystisk film klima - som er et hovedtrekk ved denne sjangeren.

Referanser:

Bordwell, D., & Thompson, K. & Smith, J. (2017). Film Art an introduction. New York: McGraw Hill Education.

Corrigan, T. & White, P. (2018). The Film Experience (5 utg.). Boston: Bedford/St. Martin´s

Keating, P. (2006). From the portrait to the Close up: Gender and Technology in Still Photography and Hollywood Cinematography. Cinema Journal, 45(3), 90-108. https://www.jstor.org/stable/pdf/3877750.pdf?refreqid=excelsior%3Aeb110a1b01c4d3623814ad0b1d16e2f6

Mortenson, E. (2016). Ambiguous Borderlands: Shadow Imagery in Cold War American Culture. Carbondale: Southern Illinois University Press

Saul, G. & Ells, C. (2019). Shadows Illuminated. Understanding German Expressionist Cinema through the lens of Contemporary Filmmaking Practices. Acta Univ. Sapientale, Film and media studies, 16(2019)103-126.

https://doi.org/10.2478/ausfm-2019-0006.

The Foundry Visionmongers Limited. (2020, 27 mai) The Art of Lighting: A history through time. Hentet fra https://www.foundry.com/insights/film-tv/art-of-lighting-history.

Thompson, K. & Bordwell, D. (2019). Film History (4 utg.). New York: McGraw Hill Education.

Figur 1. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Hentet fra https://hollywoodtheatre.org/events/the-cabinet-of-dr-caligari-2/

Figur 2. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Hentet fra https://scienceonscreen.org/films/the-cabinet-of-dr-caligari

Figur 3. Standard three-point lighting. Hentet fra

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three-point_lighting#/media/File:3_point_lighting.svg

Figur 4. Marlene Dietrich. Hentet fra hentet fra : https://www.google.com/search?q=shanghai+express+marlene&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiTvYeph_HsAhWLzSoKHaSXAOcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=shanghai+express+marlene&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzICCAAyBggAEAgQHjoECAAQHlDYAli2DGCmDmgAcAB4AYAB-wGIAdwFkgEFNy4wLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=qeamX9PEJoubqwGkr4K4Dg&bih=837&biw=1440&client=safari#imgrc=ceuZR_eRRZ5boM

Figur 5. Marlene Dietrich. Hentet fra

http://www.ladyevesreellife.com/2015/08/summer-under-stars-la-femme-marlene.html

Figur 6. Marlene Dietrich. hentet fra: https://girlsdofilm.wordpress.com/2013/04/30/shanghai-express-marlene-dietrich-as-shanghai-lily/

Figur 7. Marlene Dietrich. Hentet fra https://www.google.com/search?q=shanghai+express+marlene&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiTvYeph_HsAhWLzSoKHaSXAOcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=shanghai+express+marlene&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzICCAAyBggAEAgQHjoECAAQHlDYAli2DGCmDmgAcAB4AYAB-wGIAdwFkgEFNy4wLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=qeamX9PEJoubqwGkr4K4Dg&bih=837&biw=1440&client=safari#imgrc=gLDiHzjiGBtDVM

Figur 8. Film noir. Hentet fra https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_noir#/media/File:BigComboTrailer.jpg

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darveyfics · 7 years

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Drunk donna and sober Harvey in a relationship.

The Drunkard 1/1

It ended…with one phone call,

And a groan, emitting loudly from the other end.

Now,

Contrary, to the rules set at the very beginning of the night,

This ended up to be the outcome….

“Yours is in the there,” Mike Ross remarks tiredly, passing past Harvey Specter with his hands full of a very tiny and very unconscious woman. One Rachel Zane. The Best Friend. The Wife. The Associate.

“Thanks,” Harvey groans at his friend, stalking towards the bar. He notices the all too familiar redhead draped over the dirty bar counter, shaking his head at the sight of her, past the worst for wear portion of the night.

“Okay, come on you,” He encourages, picking up her phone - relieved that she hasn’t bought a purse - as he slides her phone and credit card into his back pocket, his arm wrapping around her willowy frame as she awakens slightly, looking about herself and her surroundings before more importantly noticing his appearance.

“Whaaaa…Harvey…?” She mumbles, hitting him with a ton of whiskey breath. He frowns. She told him that she only ever drank the stuff because of him, and yet here she is completely covered in it.

“Where’zzz Rach…?” She asks then, her expression a muddle of unfocused worry as she looks to him.

“Your Partner in Crime…had to be carried out by her husband.” He states, examining her, his hand pushing her slightly sticky hair away from her flushed face. “My god, Donna, how much did you drink tonight?” He queries, a frown setting into his face as he slides her off of the barstool by the waist.

“Uh…nexssst question,” She remarks boldly, clambering about in his arms as he adjusts around her. She almost stumbles, as he grabs a hip, his other hand scooping around her back to still her against his solid and extremely sober frame. He hadn’t even had a drink tonight, if you could believe that…

“Seriously?” He offers, shaking his head as she regards him.

“We may…” She pauses, hiccup’ing slightly, as her head wobbles on her less than graceful shoulders. “have gone a b-bit over-b-board.” She reasons, allowing him to guide her forwards on her baby-deer-like footing.

“So much for wanting me to stay out of your ‘girls night’ tonight,” He notes, helping her to the exit.

And to think, she’d given him so much shit about her freedom and independance before leaving.

Earlier that night…

“Look, I get it,” He says. “You want to go out with your best friend and paint the town red…I understand…but we still live in two different places and we’ve barely spent the night together for over two weeks, because works been such a mess…I just…” He sighs heavily, pausing at her slightly pitying look.

“Harvey…firstly…this has only been ‘a thing’ for four months, and we promised we would take time and get to know one another, properly, as a couple. You pick me up for work most mornings, or I leave with you, so it’s not like we don’t see one another,” She reasons.

“Okay…true, but you’re not my Assistant anymore.” He notes. “It’s different at work, now.” He frowns. “You know that.”

“And yet, we share a wall, you have intercom to my office…for intents and purposes I, am still an extension of whatever temp I stick outside your door…all because you won’t have me replaced,” She argues.

“I told you…” He says, the words repeating for the fifth time since they got together. “It feels too personal to have someone else do all the things that you use to do,” He says staunchly, his arms folding at his sides.

“And, as much as I understand some of that - although, an extremely unhealthy perspective, to think that what I’ve been doing for you this entire time was more than just very good secretarial work,” She notes, slightly blaze.

“You really believe that?” He smirks then, tilting his head at her to flash those chocolate puppy dog eyes, marking the sheer backbone of his point.

They both know that they’ve flouted the roles of employee and Boss to the extent that landed them in this very personal mess in the first place…

They‘ve always been more than they should have been.

She snorts then, ignoring his rather valid insinuation.

“My point is, that we,” She gestures between them. ”Are. Together. Most of the time.” She says, a harshness falling into her tone.

“Is this you trying to break up with me?” He asks, gesturing between them. “Because if so, the hour and forty five you have to get ready just isn’t enough time for us to have breakup and makeup sex,” He remarks, as he pretends to look at his watch, his lips twitching at the mere thought of such a thing.

He’s still getting to grips with that fact that she is the most important thing in his life, and now that the truth is out, and ghosts have been laid to rest, Harvey Specter has been revealed to the world, rather publicly as a very committed Monogamist. He may have been referred to as a ‘Donnaist’ at some point, by Mike, much to his untempered annoyance. But it is, still, mostly true.

She rolls her eyes, refusing to indulge him, before changing tact.

“Harvey…I’m just looking for one night to spend with my friend,” She tells him, closing in on him with every step and every carefully planted word. “Without my glorious boyfriend being involved.” She reasons, her hands sliding around his shoulders as she looks up at him with a purposeful innocence.

It takes three seconds of the look in her eyes to catch at him. She’s become very good at maturing the talent of silent suggestion since they broke down all those walls.

“Fine.“ He breathes, his hands wrapping around her. “But tomorrow night…is date night.” He states, a smile growing on his face.

She frowns instantly. “You know, it still freaks me out at how easy it is for you to say things like that,” She remarks, giving him a look.

“And there’s us thinking that I’d be the commitment phobe.” He jokes, pressing her against him in the vain hope that she’ll 180 her decision and spend the night with him instead. It’s worked before, so there’s always half a chance…

But not tonight, it seems.

“You’re so…needy.” She regards, her tone bending in a playfulness.

She knows that she’s won the disagreement, based on his slightly defeated look, his sharp edges softening against her.

“When it comes to you, I’ve always been needy. And you’re my only ‘needy’ thing so…” He defends weakly, his tone tissue paper soft as their joined breath lingers in the small space between them.

“Does that mean, when I get home later, you’ll be sulking in bed,” She asks, her hands wrapping around his neck as she licks her lips. “Or, perfectly accommodating in bed?” She asks, her eyebrow arching comically.

He chuckles, instantly broken down by her charm. “That was one time…and you stood me up.” He reminds her.

“Fancy a shower?” She offers, ignoring the memory and pressing herself into him, keeping her lips an almost painful inch away from his.

“With you…always,” He says, his lips sliding against hers. He groans, regretting his lack of resistance on all matters, as his mind graces other ideas, his tongue pressing her lips apart as they blind step towards his bathroom.

Back to later that night…

Hailing a cab with a beautiful inebriated woman, isn’t the easiest of tasks.

“Why would you even need to get this drunk?” He asks her frustratingly, juggling her weight whilst attempting to flag down a cab. It’s too late to call Ray, and the perfect time to be standing out on the sidewalk for hours without the faintest hint of a ride.

They’re potentially screwed. Ironically, he’s not getting any, either…

“Mike w-wants a b-baby,” She mumbles into his shoulder.

“What?” He frowns, impressed at her ability to answer what was essentially a rhetorical question whilst having her eyes closed. He sighs in relief at the cab that stops for them, shaking her a little, his hand sliding around her cheek to encourage her awake, before opening the door.

“Rach ‘as to get p-preg…nant,” She says, her eyes flicking to his then, as he directs her to the cab. “So I got er’ drunk fuhh’ th’ last time,” She says, a disappointed sigh escaping her lips as she notices the yellow blur in front of her, her hand grabbing onto the open car door frame in a moment of lucidity. “N’more drinking buddy…” She says, pouting sadly.

“Well, at least you’re gonna be an Aunt. That’s something,” He offers, indulging her.

“Oh….yea,” She replies airily, her head bobbing up as he gently presses her head back down and under the frame of the door, before taking her hand and folding her neatly onto the back seat. He pushes her to lay towards the interior, folding her legs in the car before shutting the door and opening his own door on the other side, sliding onto the torn leather seat in time to catch her slumping towards him.

“Hey,” He calls to the cab driver, grabbing her in time before she face plants the cushion. “West Seventy Second Street, on the corner of Central Park West, thanks.” He reams off his address, watching the cab driver eye Donna suspiciously. He straightens in his seat, holding onto the redhead. “She’s the love of my life, pal, no need for the third degree.” He remarks, slightly harshly, suddenly overly conscious of the way it looks, a man in slacks and a sweater, with a barely conscious redhead in a cocktail dress in the back of the man’s cab.

“She throws up in here, it’s double,” The guys calls back, a surliness in his voice.

“If she throws up - which she won’t - I’ll have the whole thing cleaned and your lost wages covered,” He reams off, drawing his attention back to the beautiful woman half draped in his arms.

He’s thoroughly entertained at just how complex Donna Paulsen really is. She often asks for things she doesn’t want - more out of a lack of decision making than to taunt him - and she runs from many of the facets that make them a decidedly functional pair. He, on the other hand is actually more calm, more centred and less polarised, now that he feels like he has her. He’s started to understand just how much of his personal problems stemmed from keeping a woman that he was meant to be with at arms length, and how that, in turn, had made her wary of him in the past.

He notices the cab start to line the Park, lamp lit moss green flashing past them, until he points to the cab driver to stop on the corner, observing Donna with her mouth open and a very low purr of a snore coming out of her as she rests against his shoulder.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” He encourages, his hand sliding into her hair. “We’re home.” He tells her.

He shakes her slightly, watching her head flick up and look around, before frowning rather comically at him.

“This isn’t home,” She says, with perfectly awkward timing as the cabby glares at him once more.

“Donna, will you please allay this guy’s fears and tell him who I am,” He asks, smirking at her silliness.

She owes him…big time…

“Wuh?” She frowns, looking to him, her green seeming eyes red rimmed and glassier than usual.

“Who am I?” He asks her, gesturing slowly just to gain her attention.

“You’re…Harvey…” She frowns, the words coming out much clearer than her other ones.

He frowns. She’s not even able to help at this point, just based on her lack of mental clarity alone, but somehow he needs to prove himself as anything other than just another one of New York’s predators. “To you, genius, who am I to you?” He clarifies.

“My…oth’a half f’ course…” She groans, rolling her eyes as he struggles with her fidgeting.

Other half. He’ll take it, and he’ll like it.

He looks to the cabby then, reaching out to hand him two fifties for his trouble. “See?” He remarks, boldly, before looking to Donna. “Come on, you.” He says, getting out of his side to walk to her car door, opening it as he sees her start to move towards him.

She slides her legs out of the cab, planting them on the sidewalk.

It’s then that he realises. “Fuck,” He says out loud, staring below her ankles. “Where are your shoes,” He says loudly, half to himself. “How did I not…” He mumbles, an afterthought, rubbing his face with a self-made annoyance.

He realises that when it comes to her, being in varying sorts of peril, he completely forgets the little things. And the big things, all things really, except for her.

She is his own personal liability, which for a Lawyer, is a very dangerous thing indeed…

“Oh,” She remarks, catching up with his statement as she looks to her feet, feeling him guide her forward.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get you some new ones,” He says, puffing out a breath and watching as she sways a little too far towards him.

“Ugghh…They were l’mited ed’tiion,” She whines with disappointment against his right shoulder.

He winces, holding in the pain at her chin hitting the top of the joint. “I’ll call the bar when we get upstairs.” He tells her, watching her feet as she tiptoes towards the lobby, the vision of her awkwardly inelegant footing beside his regular steps, breaking out a wide smirk onto his tired face.

“You really are something else,” He tells her, continuing to hold her.

“Sss’cold.” He hears her grumble, lifting her feet for longer periods of time.

“Okay, time for me to do the thing you hate,” He warns, a fatherly tone about his voice as he scoops her up in one quick motion, one hand under her legs, and the other bracing her back, as a stream of colourful sounds fall out of her, a shock at the sudden lack of footing.

“Whuh,” She mumbles, frowning in confusion, her nose crinkling.

“Put your arm around my neck,” He orders, feeling her fingers slide against his nape.

“Suh’ bossy,” She says, waking up slightly in his arms as her head slumps against his bad shoulder once more.

“Everything okay, Mr Specter?” Calls one of the security guards, looking up from their desk as he enters the building.

“We’re fine, Henry…” He says. “Thanks.”

“Anything you need, just ask.” The man nods curtly.

“Will do. Goodnight.” Harvey smiles knowingly, before depositing the redhead into the already open elevator, pressing the button for his floor as the metal box begins to ascend.

The bright lights of the elevator seem to awaken the drowsy pile of more-than-girlfriend in his arms, as she slides her head from the wall to his chest, grasping at his sweater and sighing against him.

“You okay there?” He asks, rubbing her back as she folds neatly under his chin.

“Mhmm-hmm.” She nods, her face making a swish against his wool covered chest.

He smirks at her, this perfect woman that seems like such a little vulnerable creature. It makes him feel more normal than he’s felt in his entire life. He realises then, four months, four years, fourteen years, he isn’t letting her get away again. Not without a considerable fight.

He feels her breathe in, before sighing audibly. “You smell like….Harvey,” She remarks, her eyes closed still.

“That’s because I’m…oh, nevermind,” He groans, too tired now to even reason with her.

“Harv…” He hears her sleep laden voice vibrate against his chest then.

“Yes Don?” He jokes, something little for himself in this strange moment.

“M’ drunk.” She says, every little part of the word as delicate as glass.

“Oh, I know.” He chuckles, pressing her closer into him. “I should have video’d this.” He notes.

“N’ tired.” She says, yawning against him.

“Well…” He options, pulling her to him as the doors of the elevator opens, and he nudges her forward, his waist holding her a little off of the ground, so that he can move them both towards his door, no less an six feet away. “You’re headed for bed anyhow, so.” He tells her, fishing out his keys and forcing them into the lock. The apartment door swings open, the lights low from his earlier exit. He shuts the door behind them, the light of the hallway closing off into the moodiness of his condo.

He reasons, that it’s worth him just picking her up again, and without a warning to her, he folds her in half again, biting down on his teeth just to ignore his arm’s stab of protest. She passes out half way there, a mere seven of the fourteen or fifteen steps to his bedroom. He pauses at the doorway, reigning in a breath for the last few steps, before draping her onto the bed, his back protesting now at the entire journey he’s made with her as his dead weight.

He sighs, watching her wriggle like redheaded worm in arctic blue Versace.

Even as a perfectly complicated drunk, she is completely beautiful. He takes a moment to acknowledge the fact that she hasn’t thrown up yet, before the idea sends a wave of dread into his chest, and he hot foots it to the kitchen, picking a salad bowl out of the cupboard and a quick glass, that he fills with water.

When he returns to the bedroom she’s managed to turn over, as he sets the bowl and glass on her bedside table, sitting alongside her.

He frowns for a moment, before his head bends down, nearer to her neck. “Donna…” He says. “I’m gonna get you out of these clothes.” He says, more for himself than for her. His hand slides against her hips, turning her back over as one hand slops dramatically onto the quilt, the other over herself, her mouth hanging open in the shape of a kidney bean.

He struggles not laugh, his fingers itching to take a photo of the this moment as a humorous keepsake for the future.

Luckily, the heavens have aligned in his favour for this last act of the night, as he notices the long copper zip, going from one end of the front of her tulle dress right up to the high collar. He unzips her slowly, with a growing sigh of relief. Peeling her out of either side, he reveals her peach coloured panties and lack of bra - understandable considering the sheer factor of the top of the dress - before he takes a cover from a nearby chair, wrapping it around her, before throwing back the covers on the other side, his side, and rolling them down. He folds her into the bed, bringing the covers around her then.

As snug as a drunk bed bug in a rug…

He figures it’s more trouble being anal about whose side is who’s, as he moves the bowl and glass of water over to his side, nearer her.

He looks at her then, barely having moved and most likely passed out now for the entire night, as he turns off several lights and changes into some slacks, leaving only the small table lamp on her side to create a lemony glow in the grey room. He figures if she wakes in a panic, or needs to throw up, then she won’t be in the dark, as it were.

He slides into bed next to her, feeling her move slightly, as he gravitates towards her on his side, his hand sliding onto her bare stomach, as his other hand folds underneath what is usually her pillow.

He relaxes, finally, as his own eyes start to feel the pull of sleep.

He falls asleep smiling crookedly,

At the promise of tomorrow’s string of entertaining conversations.

And the decision firm in his mind,

That he’s going to marry this beautiful drunken mess of a woman before the year is out.

#author: redwineonavanillasky #author: atheniandream #darvey #donna paulsen #harvey specter #rating: t #darveyfic

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louisarmpits · 6 years

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#okay so little background for whoever actually is gonna read this #i have older twin sisters #and a couple months ago one of them started to like get really into going to the gym and trying different diets #and when she started she was very open about how much she weighed like she didnt keep it a secret #(she said she weighed 180)#and today her and my mom were talking about how much weight she lost #and my mom was like #'well good because you used to weigh more than me when i was pregnant with the two of you'#(meaning when she was preg with my twin sisters)#and like?? she sounded kind of disgusted ? like how can you actually weigh that much #and like i was just sitting there .. trying not to fucking cry #bc if my mom finds out how much i weigh ...#i dont even want to know what she'll say/do #like i feel like shit already #every time i look in the mirror or even fucking look down #and see my stomach #i hate myself #but just knowing that my mom would probably be disgusted in me ... makes it worse #like i know she probably knows that i weigh a lot bc i look it ... but she doesnt know the exact number #and i dont want to tell her #i dont want to tell anyone #and like 180 is my goal weight.. and to think that my goal is so upsetting to some people #makes me feel so shitty

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myalinemoe · 6 years

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I thought it was gross just having to give a urine sample for my pregnancy check. This makes that seem like sipping “Hi Tea”!

Yes that is exactly what you think it is… maybe mixed with a little MUD!

My brother Harvey went to a neighboring place to help keep the cattle moving on Preg check Friday! Head ’em up and move ’em out, Rawhide, I followed along to take pictures. From a distance.

I didn’t exactly get yelled at. It didn’t dawn on me that if I stood on the wrong side of the “chute” not only was I casting a shadow but the cow could see me and wouldn’t come near where they were to be. I figured this out just about the time “GET OUT of the way! You can’t stand there!” rang in my ears. Further pictures were from the other side of the chute.

OK, remember that little cup I was lamenting earlier? No big thing according to these cows. I am talking about shots, having a camera shoved up your “WHOOOHAA!” and last but by no means least, spray paint on your butt!! Open 2 years in a row got an X pregnant got a free ride on the spray paint. One even got a “?” on her. Not sure what that means. I couldn’t get picture because I didn’t want to interfere. Did I forget to mention the hair cut? Some of the cows had been tagged (ear tag with number) and it had been a while so the hair had grown over it. No cape or small talk just sissors and yep can see the number. She is DONE.

The cup doesn’t seem so bad now. Preg checking on me came in the way of a nice office. OK, stirrups not so nice but a whole different ball game from here!

So 180 cows were checked and over 80% were good (pregnant). Peter and his Dad have about 5 cows. They were all “good”. We are pretty sure that Bessie (Milk cow) is pregant but didn’t want to put her in with the beef cows. They have a tendency to be rather rough and she is a Jersey (Smaller breed of cow). DAMN I even sounded like I know what I am talking about there. We are pretty sure she is pregnant anyway either that or we are grossely over feeding her! Hoping for a heffer calf in the spring. That way we will have two dairy cows… on our way to dairy stardom!

For the “Mothers to be” a trip to the corn field will be their reward for letting someone shove a camera up their “WhooHaa”. Hoping this means a healthy calf in the spring.

Just a little side note I am feeling very knowledgeable. I went to the feed store to get cat food for the barn cats. I asked if I could put up some business cards for my blog. Can’t pass on the chance to have a “Shameless blog Promotion” The guy said “Sure you can put up your business card. But what is a blog?” Tried to explain that it was just a place where I write stories and post pictures on the internet. I hope he visits my blog. I need all the readers I can get!

[contact-form] Preg check…not for the squeamish. I thought it was gross just having to give a urine sample for my pregnancy check. This makes that seem like sipping "Hi Tea"!

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OBIECTIV - Vocea Brailei : Criză fără precedent de cadre medicale

Fără medici în Judeţean

Liliana NISTOR

• unitatea spitalicească se confruntă cu un deficit de medici de circa 45% • unitatea are nevoie de 330 de medici, iar în prezent în spital lucrează doar 179 • secţiile cele mai deficitare sunt ATI, Pediatria şi UPU • sunt secţii în care lucrează unul, doi sau trei medici • există, totuşi, şi veşti bune • în ultimii doi ani, la SJU Brăila s-au angajat 15 tineri specialişti • pentru a atrage cât mai mulţi medici la Brăila, CJ vrea să le ofere locuinţe şi prime de instalare

Spitalul Judeţean se confruntă cu o criză de cadre medicale fără precedent. În prezent, unitatea are un deficit de medici de circa 45%, din necesarul de 330 de medici spitalul având numai 179. Dintre aceştia vor rămâne şi mai puţini pentru că anul acesta alţi opt doctori vor ieşi la pensie. Cu alte cuvinte, unitatea funcţionează cam cu jumătate din personalul medical necesar. Cele mai afectate specializări sunt ATI, Pediatria şi UPU. În aceste secţii se lucrează cu jumătate sau chiar un sfert din totalul cadrelor de care ar fi nevoie. Dar dacă la aceste specializări încă mai avem doctori, există secţii la care mai sunt unul sau doi specialişti, cum este cazul secţiei de Chirurgie Toracică sau celei de Diabet. Cum zeci de doctori lipsesc de pe secţiile unităţi iar numărul pacienţilor este mare, medicii fac gărzi peste gărzi ca să îi poată consulta pe toţi. Totuşi, pentru a putea acoperi din necesarul de medici, spitalul a scos 14 posturi la concurs la Rezidenţiatul de anul trecut, la care se adaugă alţi 14 rezidenţi care se pregătesc în acest moment şi pot veni la Brăila când îşi termină studiile. Pentru a-i atrage în judeţul nostru, Consiliul Judeţean vrea să le ofere locuinţe şi prime de instalare. În ciuda cifrelor îngrijorătoare, există şi veşti bune. În ultimii doi ani, un număr de 15 medici tineri au ales să vină să practice cea mai nobilă meserie la Spitalul Judeţean de Urgenţă Brăila.

Deficit de 150 medici la Judeţean

Deficitul de medici din spitalele de stat care se adânceşte de la an la an nu avea cum să nu afecteze şi judeţul nostru. Spitalul Judeţean de Urgenţă (SJU) Brăila, cea mai mare unitatea medicală din judeţ, se confruntă cu un deficit de 151 cadre medicale. Potrivit conducerii unităţii, în prezent în spital lucrează 179 medici din necesarul total de 330. Aceeaşi situaţie a fost şi anul trecut când personalul medical a variat între 175 şi 180 medici iar necesarul a fost tot de 330. Aşadar, deficitul de cadre medicale din Judeţean se situează în jurul procentului de 45%.

Lipsa medicilor se resimte cel mai tare pe specializările ATI, Pediatrie, UPU, Chirurgie Toracică, Nefrologie, Diabet, Radiologie, Cardiologie şi Reumatologie. La toate aceste secţii sunt mult mai puţini specialişti de cât ar fi necesar pentru ca activitatea să se desfăşoare în condiţii optime. Spre exemplu, la ATI ar trebui un număr de 28 de medici iar spitalul are doar 6. La Pediatrie este nevoie de 18 medici, iar în prezent lucrează doar 8. La Unitatea de Primiri Urgenţe (UPU) sunt doar 13 medici din necesarul de 25. Totuşi, aceste secţii sunt acoperite în comparaţie cu altele care mai au doar unul, doi sau trei medici. Un exemplu ar fi compartimentul de Chirurgie Toracică unde mai este un singur medic care, deşi a ieşit la pensie, continuă să lucreze în spital. Dacă el va pleca şi nu va veni repede cineva pe post, compartimentul riscă să rămână gol. O altă secţie deficitară este cea de Diabet. Aici mai sunt doar doi specialişti iar numărul bolnavilor de diabet din Brăila este de ordinul miilor. Exemplele continuă cu secţia de Oncologie unde sunt doar 4 medici din necesarul de 10.

Pe lângă faptul că numărul specialiştilor este redus, anul acesta vor ieşi la pensie alţi opt medici de la secţiile Medicină Internă, Oprtopedie, Oftalmologie, Pediatrie, Radiologie, BalneoFizioTerapie.

Sunt varii motive care explică lipsa specialiştilor din spitale. Pe lângă faptul că tinerii pleacă în străinătate sau aleg sectorul privat, sunt şi specializări la care se înscriu tot mai puţini studenţi.

“Sunt specializări deficitare, cum e Pediatria sau Neonatologia, pentru că studenţii nu le aleg. Sunt specializări foarte grele şi din ce în ce mai puţini le urmează. Au fost situaţii în care am scos posturi la concurs şi nu s-a înscris nimeni. Deficitul de medici este peste tot în ţară, nu doar la noi. Din fericire stăm bine în comparaţie cu alte spitale, avem cel puţin un medic pe secţie. Nu pot spune că există o secţie la care avem oameni suficienţi. Avem nevoie de medici”, ne-a declarat dr. Alina Neacşu, director medical şi purtător de cuvânt SJU Brăila.

Tocmai de aceea, pentru asigurarea continuităţii actului medical, spitalul a făcut în permanenţă o estimare a necesarului de specialişti, astfel încât să existe medici pe fiecare secţie. Astfel, la Rezidenţiatul din noiembrie 2016 s-au scos la concurs un număr de 14 posturi, unele fiind chiar pe discipline deficitare precum Chirurgia, Cardiologia, Nefrologia sau Oncologia.

“O estimare făcută de spital arată că în următorii 3-6 ani unitatea va avea nevoie de 27 de specialişti pentru că medicii vor ieşi la pensie. Cum s-au luat toate cele 14 posturi scoase la rezidenţiat s-a ocupat parţial necesarul deficitar. Restul posturilor, până la 27, se vor scoate anual pe măsură ce se vor debloca. În prezent mai avem 14 rezidenţi în studiu, la şcoală, în anii II-V, la Chirurgie Pediatrică, Oftalmologie, Neurologie, Neurochirurgie, Chirurgie Toracică, Chirurgie Generală, ORL, Cardiologie şi Ortopedie. Unii dintre aceştia şi-au manifestat deja dorinţa de a venit la Brăila după terminarea studiilor”, ne-a explicat directorul medical al SJU Brăila.

Mulţi rezidenţi vin şi pleacă

O altă problemă cu care se confruntă sistemul sanitar şi care contribuie la accentuarea deficitul de medici din spitalele de stat este numărul mare de rezidenţi care ocupă posturile scoase la concurs dar nu vin să şi profeseze după terminarea studiilor. Medicii rezidenţi care fac rezidenţiatul pe post încheie un contract cu spitalul care are postul liber, contract prin care se obligă ca după terminarea studiilor, care se fac într-un spital universitar, să se întoarcă să profeseze în unitatea unde au ţinut postul blocat pe perioada pregătirii. În realitate, însă, puţini sunt cei care se întorc iar spitalul nu are nicio putere legală să îi determine să rămână.

“Mulţi medici rezidenţi ocupă postul, îşi fac rezidenţiatul şi apoi pleacă. Noi nu avem nicio putere să îi împiedicăm să plece sau să îi stimulăm cumva să rămână. E o ţară liberă şi fiecare are dreptul să aleagă unde vrea să profeseze. Oricât de mult ni i-am dori la noi în echipă, legal, nu avem nicio soluţie ca să îi oprim aici”, ne-a spus dr. Alina Neacşu.

Deşi nu ne-a putut oferi o cifră exactă a rezidenţilor care nu s-au mai întors la Brăila, directorul medical al SJU Brăila a recunoscut că au fost multe astfel de situaţii.

Medicii tineri, “motorul” spitalului

Nu toţi tinerii ocolesc unităţile sanitare din provincie, mai ales că, de când au crescut salariile în Sănătate, posturile din spitalele de stat au devenit mai atractive pentru medici. Potrivit conducerii unităţii spitaliceşti, în ultimii doi ani, 15 medici tineri au ales să vină să practice cea mai nobilă meserie la Judeţean.

“Toţi cei care au venit în mandatul meu şi înaintea mea, şi nu sunt puţini, sunt nişte medici extraordinari. Sunt nişte profesionişti excelenţi, sunt responsabili şi sunt oameni cu carismă. Ţin foarte mult la medicii tineri pentru că sunt doriţi, apreciaţi, respectaţi şi fac totul din pasiune iar la noi îşi pot construi o carieră. De câte ori se iveşte oportunitatea ca un medic tânăr să vină la Brăila facem tot posibilul să nu îl pierdem şi apelăm la toate mijloacele ca el să se alăture echipei noastre”, ne-a precizat sursa citată.

Cei 15 medici care au ales să lucreze la Judeţean sunt următorii: ATI – dr. Mihai Soare, Oncologie – dr. Iulian Turtoi, cel mai tânăr medic al secţiei şi şeful Pogramului Naţional de Oncologie pe Brăila; UPU – dr. Irina Lazăr şi dr. Patricia Cosmescu, iar un al treilea va sosi în cursul acestui an; Diabet – dr. Monica Oprea, BalneoFizioTerapie – dr. Gabriel Istrate; Cardiologie – dr. Raluca Anuţoiu; Boli Interne – dr. Ionica Grigore; Ginecologie – dr. Mihai Rădescu; Hematologie – dr. Ştefan Reican; Radiologie – dr. Aura Chircu, dr. Florin Ghiţă, dr. Nicoleta Petrişor; Endocrinologie – dr. Irina Ghiţă.

De asemenea, în curând alţi doi tineri specialişti sunt aşteptaţi să înceapă lucrul la Ortopedie şi Hematologie.

“Cred că cel mai important lucru la aceşti medici tineri este să se gândească tot timpul să îşi dorească să fie doctori. Esenţialul în meseria asta este să îţi doreşti să fii doctor. E nemaipomenit când te salută oamenii pe stradă “Să trăiţi, domn’ doctor!”, pacienţi pe care tu nici nu îi mai ştii pentru că vezi atât de mulţi încât nu îi mai ştii. Dar când vezi că omul te salută înseamnă că automat a avut un contact cu tine şi i-ai făcut un lucru care l-a făcut să îşi amintească de figura ta. Deci cred că important e asta: să dorească să fie doctori. Iar aici, la Brăila, disponibilitatea este maximă din punct de vedere medical”, a adăugat dr. Alina Neacşu.

CJ vine cu soluţii pentru a atrage medicii tineri

Pentru ca medicii tineri să aleagă şi Brăila, nu doar marile centre universitare, Consiliul Judeţean vine cu soluţii. Concret, preşedintele CJ, Francisk Chiriac, a declarat că vrea să le ofere o serie de facilităţi prin care să le pună la dispoziţie o locuinţă şi să le acorde o primă de instalare.

“Deficitul de medici e peste tot, de aceea ne dorim să avem cât mai mulţi medici la Brăila. Pentru medicii noi angajaţi, dacă legislaţia ne permite, le vom da toate bonificaţiile, începând cu locuinţă. Avem în jur de 30 de apartamente de la ANL Bucureşti pe care încercăm să le finalizăm până în primăvară. Am putea să le oferim şi o sumă de bani pentru instalare o anumită perioadă de timp. Noi scoatem posturile la concurs, din câte ştiu eu salariile în Sănătate s-au majorat şi se vor majora în continuare aşa că încercăm ca tineri specialişti să opteze şi pentru teritoriu”, a declarat preşedintele CJ.

De asemenea, Chiriac spune că are în plan o întâlnire la Ministerul Sănătăţii pentru a găsi şi alte soluţii ca să atragă mai mulţi specialişti la Brăila. Spitalul Judeţean scoate la concurs 26 de posturi de asistenţi

Luna aceasta, Spitalul Judeţean a scos la concurs 26 de posturi destinate personalului mediu. Sunt vacante posturi pentru asistenţi medicali generalişti, asistenţi radiologie imagistică medicală, asistenţi farmacişti şi infirmiere în cadrul mai multor secţii şi compartimente.

Potrivit anunţurilor publicate pe site-ul spitalului, se scot la concurs 11 posturi temporar vacante de asistenţi medicali generalişti, cinci asistenţi medicali principali şi şase asistenţi medicali. Proba scrisă este programată pe 8 februarie, iar interviul pe 13 februarie. Dosarele se depun până pe data de 25 ianuarie.

De asemenea, se va da concurs pentru ocuparea a 5 posturi temporar vacante de asistenţi radiologie imagistică medicală. Proba scrisă va avea loc pe 10 februarie, iar interviul pe 15 februarie. Candidaţii interesaţi îşi pot depune dosarele până pe 25 ianuarie.

Alte patru posturi de asistenţi farmacie sunt vacante în cadrul SJU Brăila. Probele vor avea loc pe 16 februarie, respectiv 21 februarie, iar înscrierile la concurs se fac până pe 1 februarie.

Lista continuă cu cele şase posturi de infirmiere, din care 5 pentru debutanţi. Proba scrisă are loc pe 20 februarie, iar interviul pe 1 februarie.

Detalii despre depunerea şi selecţia dosarelor, bibliografia şi tematica de concurs o găsiţi afişată pe site-ul SJU Brăila.

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