#vintage medical book

[ilikevintagebooks]

The Pocket Anatomist 1888

#vintage illustration #vintage medical book #vintage anatomy

[vintagelibraries]

After books had been accessioned, library staff cataloged the materials, adding authors, titles, and subjects, and then describing the books physically, by size, format, and length, so the content of these publications would be known to both staff and researchers, ca. late 1940s.

#Army Medical Library #Vintage #Retro #Library #Libraries #Librarian #Librarians #Book #Books #Bookish #1940 #40s #1940s #card catalog #Index #photography #black and white #library wor

[nobrashfestivity]

The Vienna Dioscurides or Vienna Dioscorides is an early 6th-century Byzantine Greek illuminated manuscript of an even earlier 1st century CE work, De materia medica (Περὶ ὕλης ἰατρικῆς : Perì hylēs iatrikēs in the original Greek) by Pedanius Dioscorides in uncial script. It is an important and rare example of a late antique scientific text. After residing in Constantinople for just over a thousand years, the text passed to the Holy Roman Emperor in Vienna in the 1500s, a century after the city fell to the Ottomans.

The 491 vellum folios measure 37 by 30 cm and contain more than 400 pictures of animals and plants, most done in a naturalistic style. In addition to the text by Dioscorides, the manuscript has appended to it, the Carmen de herbis attributed to Rufus, a paraphrase of an ornithological treatise by a certain Dionysius, usually identified with Dionysius of Philadelphia, and a paraphrase of Nicander's treatise on the treatment of snake bites.

from Wikipedia

#the vienna dioscurides #books #medical art #vintage illustration #ancient texts #set

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Solenoid therapy in 1902

All images retrieved from: A system of instruction in X-ray methods and medical uses of light, hot-air, vibration and high-frequency currents : a pictorial system of teaching by clinical instruction plates with explanatory text : a series of photographic clinics in standard uses of scientific therapeutic apparatus for surgical and medical practitioners : prepared especially for the post-graduate…

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#1900s #1902 #book illustration #diagnosis #electricity #funny #medical #medicine #S.H. Monell #Samuel Howard Monell #samuel monell #science #solenoid #theraphy #treatments #vintage books #vintage science #weird #x ray

[misforgotten2]

Alden’s no longer carries the Junior Trepanning & Lobotomy Kit. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Alden's Christmas Book  -  1960

#catalog #christmas catalog #alden's #alden's christmas book #1960 #toys #vintage toys #christmas toys #playing doctor #1960s #1960's #medical #christmas #xmas #christmas gifts #christmas presents #ephemera #funny #humor #humour

[mannlibrary]

Image 1: Chicken pox (Day 2 or 3), Image 2: Measles (5th and 6th days). Taken at Ann Arbor, Michigan. The people's home library; a library of three practical books. “People’s home medical book.” Thomas Jefferson Ritter. https://newcatalog.library.cornell.edu/catalog/3966276 1917. 

#chicken pox #medical drawing #medical illustration #home economics #the people's home library #medical book #vintage medicine #vintage book #vintage illustration #vintage book illustration #medicine #measles #vintage photography #vintage textbook

[todabornottodabb]

I don't think I've posted this one yet 💨

#mystash #personal #girlswhosmoke #medical marijuanna #marijauna #smoke blunts #smoke weed #cannablr #weedlife #wake and bake #girlswhoroll #i need a blunt #blunts #roll a blunt #old books #bookworm #vintage books

[dynamoe]

The Disgusting Human Body. Blecch.

The Human Body: What it is and How it Works Text by Mitchell Wilson, Illustration by Cornelius De Witt (1959)

from Mid-Century Science on Flickr

pulling images for a friend's medical expenses gofundme page

#vintage illustration #medical illustration #vintage medicine #vintage childrens books

[things-in-old-books]

Got a little anemia? Little constipation? Have some Iron & Arsenic Alka-Seltzer

(From Pharmacopoeia of the Royal Infirmary, Edinburgh. By Charles Arthur. 1892.)

#please do not make this #old books #medicine #medical history #vintage books #pharmacopoeia #united kingdom #scotland #hospitals #victorian era #1890s

[jillianroses]

Thrift store finds ✨

#vintage #retro #illustration #medical books

[ilikevintagebooks]

The Manipulator

-Common Sense Medical Adviser 1895

#manipulator #oscillator #vintage illustration #vintage medical book #vintage medicine #vintage machines #much gears #many crank

[vintagelibraries]

Documents Division Staff, Army Medical Library, United States, 1948.

#Vintage #Retro #Library #Libraries #Librarian #Army Medical Library #Librarians #1948 #1940s #40s #book #books #bookish #photography #Black and White #usa #united states

[vtgbooks]

Elleston Trevor THE THETA SYNDROME 1977 Vtg Medical Thriller 70s Vtg Horror Book

#bluemelodybooks #vintagebook #vintagebooks #booklover #oldbooks #bookseller #bookart #medical thriller #70s book #70s novel #elleston trevor #horror book #vintage horror

[teastyun]

༘⋆ pierced heart (tits)

(SFW) part 1/3

Abby might be your roommate, but she's for whatever reason so distant and cold towards you... until one day, you decide to pierce your nipples and manage to break a barrier inside of Abby.

pairing: roommate!abby x reader

╰┈➤ part 2 ; masterlist

late in the evening of a hard working day, you and Nora were chatting in the infirmary, when you noticed several cabinets containing her medical instruments left open, so you took a peek… and found several types of needles in sterilised bags, that would usually be used for medical procedures.

when you started searching for a specific needle, Nora stopped mid-sentence, "-y/n!! why the hell are you looking through my cabinets?" the confused tone to her voice made you instantly laugh, so you told her about your idea of piercing your nipples, "remember when I told you I found that vintage piercing studio back in the outbacks?" she continued looking at you with a suspicious look, so you continued "I found this brochure with several different types of piercings, and I bagged a few random essentials just in case, you know?" when she didn't respond, you took that as a cue to continue, "and well, lately this idea of piercing my nipples wouldn't get out of my mind-"

"y/n, are you serious right now?" she interrupted, but started laughing at your crazy idea. at first, she would completely deny it and tell you all the possible consequences of it. although, after a bit of convincing, she slowly started giving up and by the end she would even offer her help, so she knew you were on the safer side when it came to the procedure itself. few days after, you and Nora managed to pierce your nipples with all the equipment you two had gathered and you visited her for your daily check-ups and sanitising in the first two weeks.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡

after several months of your piercings adjusting and slowly healing, you decided to stay in your dorm to get back into your neglected hobby, when you finally had a few days off after hard working weeks.

since you and abby had similar positions in the military system, you also had a similar schedule, which resulted her few days off overlapping with yours, without the two of you knowing.

usually, you would always wear compression attire for work,, so today you decided to wear a normal, but still tight and light t-shirt, without your usual sport bra and your favourite comfy trousers. your piercings look beautiful, when only a thin layer of cotton was layering them. today, abby's roaming around y’all’s dorm getting her chores done, although a heavy tension sits between the two of you.

when she sees you on the couch in your cozy clothes, she only takes a quick glance while getting her books from the couch table, but stops mid-track and looks at you with an almost shocked expression on her face, still holding her few books in her hands. you notice her sudden change of action and look up, meeting her grey eyes. for the first time in ages, she finally speaks to you, “are those… pierced?” with a shocked undertone to it.

you look at her just as shocked as she is, but your eyes wander from her eyes down to her popular black cut-off tank and her usual khaki cargos, and back to her cold eyes. after a few silent seconds, you slightly confused respond “what else does it look like…?” abby is agitated by your response, but asks “how the fuck did you manage to get that done?” at first, you just ignored her.

when you got up to put your things back to your side of the room, you say with heavy annoyance in your tone “Nora got them done for me, why would you even care?? it’s not like you ever would,” when she obviously waited for a response.

with your back to her, you put your stuff back into your box under the bunkbed, but you didn’t notice how abby would follow you to your side. “also, it’s none of your business! don’t-“ you started, but Abby’s agitation rose with each sentence you said, she huffed and cut you off, “you know that you could have gotten a very bad infection or even fucking worse, a damn blood infection-“

“Abby, just stop talking!” your voice rose as you stood up to face her, and just now you’ve noticed how she was only mere centimetres away from your face. she was looking at you with a worried expression, but when you two realise how closely you stood, she takes a step back. you had no idea why the only time she would speak privately to you was such a cruel topic, and tears started forming in your eyes. embarrassed, you blink them away and look at everything else but her.

after a few moments, she finally speaks again, "I... What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't do such reckless things," her hand goes through her loosely braided hair, "I didn't mean it like that." you still wouldn't look at her, and she went back to her chore.

"Then tell me, why are you always ignoring me?" you finally ask, when you observed her actions, still leaning on your cold metal bunkbed. your question clearly catches her off guard, but she wouldn't dare to look, nor answer you.

she simply continues grabbing her books from the tv stand. her actions agitate you, so you slowly walk up to where she's standing. Abby hears your steps, but this time she wouldn't back away. instead, she just stays there. she still wouldn't make eye contact with you though.

"Abby, please look at me," you say, but she closed her eyes with an almost pained expression. you softly hooked two fingers on her chin and turned her face to you, forcing her to look into your eyes. In them, you saw anger and frustration, but also... lust? your eyes observe every little detail on her face.

her slightly crooked, but Caucasian nose. her trail of freckles all over her face, nicely accentuating her sharp facial features. her pointy, but plump and rosy lips. your hand follows your eyes, tracing every feature you are able to find. when you traced her lips, you felt her taking a sharp breath, so you look back up into her eyes. you two didn't realise how close you two were now standing, until you felt each other's breath on your skin. before you could think any further, her hand draws you in by the back of your neck, her lips slightly hovering over yours with your hand on her cheek, "can I kiss you?" she asks in a whisper. you almost whimpered, but said "no," which made her instantly retreat in regret, but you hook your other arm around her neck, again looking into her eyes. "tell me why you ignored me all this time,"

she opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again. her eyes switch between your eyes and your lips, and she finally whispers "let me show why," before connecting your lips in a passionate, but clumsy kiss. after a few moments, the books in her hands fell to the floor and her hands were roaming all over your body, like a starving woman finally meeting all her desires. you wrap your arms so tightly around her neck that she feels every inch of your body pressed against hers. every inch. she pushes her leg between yours and a quiet moan escapes your lips, when you feel her firm thigh pressing against your core;

a/n: I'll post part two (definitely nsfw) in the next few days ♥ thanks for reading!!

#➶ jules' anthology #tlou x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou2 #abby x fem!reader #abby x y/n #abby x you #tlou #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #tlou2 #abby x reader #abby anderson #the last of us fic #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #lesbian #queer #lgbtq+ #tlou abby #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #abby tlou

[macbeth-n-cheese]

Study in Synth Anatomy

Based on gen. 2 models

Finally done with this! It was very difficult to find good references for their insides, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. Wanted to give it a vintage medical book vibe ^^

(the French words are names I gave to the parts lol)

Edit: changed my signature and fixed this mistake that was driving me mad lol

Translation for the text, clockwise from the title:

'Anatomy of the Synthetic Man

Coolant Filter

Fuse Box

Reactor Casing

Coolant Pump Motor

Torso Mobility Joint

Auxiliar Coolant Tank

Negative Pressure Pump

Coolant Tank

Upper Limb Motor

Upper Limb Pulley Array'

There are a lot of HC parts that I ended up not including, because it would be wayyy too busy

#fallout 4 #institute #fallout synth #nick valentine #my art #plz forgive if french is wrong #biorobotics

[ghcstao3]

ghost owning a quaint, used/vintage bookshop that really is only able to continue to run mostly by a good word of mouth and the regular collectors. they all know him as quiet, a bit standoffish, kind of intimidating but really knowledgeable and passionate about the shop and its contents.

-

It’s not the sort of place Soap would frequent. But then again, with work, he hardly has a home and time to find his places—so when he’s forced on a relatively longterm medical leave, he finds himself keen on exploring more of the places nearby to his flat.

That’s how he comes across the bookshop—the place intrigues him, the way it somehow looks like it’s been stuck in a certain point in history and has never changed since. And as he steps in, he’s lured further by the smell of books and used pages, and some distant undercurrent of tea and sage.

But most of all, Soap is drawn in by the store’s owner, sitting tucked into his corner with a book of his own, twisted into some (surely) uncomfortable position as he reads. He looks peaceful, Soap thinks. And strong. Steady.

(Handsome.)

Soap browses before he dare disturb the man, picking out books here and there but never quite settling. He looks through spines more than he does descriptions, like he’s afraid even gentle touch would be damaging.

Until a deep, rumbling voice informs him from the desk in the corner, “The books don’t bite, you know. Unless your hands are dirty, you won’t ruin them.”

Instead of continuing to browse with this new advice, Soap finally drifts toward the man, curious. His steps are tentative, though difficult to hide with creaking floorboards. The man hasn’t even looked up from his book.

“And if my hands are dirty?” Soap jokes.

The man looks up, one eyebrow raised, and replies as dryly as possible, “Then don’t touch.”

His eyes are a wonderful shade of brown. Something deep and soothing, the colour of black coffee and the old leather-bound books all over the shelves of the shop. Soap can’t help but stare into them, fall into the abyss.

Soap huffs. “Fair enough,” he mutters. He wills himself to look away from the hard, unwavering gaze, and back to the endless novels he has yet to choose from.

What a great first impression he’s made.

Soap sways on his feet. Clears his throat in an attempt to dispel the silence since it doesn’t seem like the man would continue to initiate anything himself. “Have any recommendations, then?”

“No,” the man says. Then he sits back, sets his book down, looks Soap over. Considers something for a long moment. Finally tells soap, “Try the poetry section.”

Funnily enough, it’s one of the few sections Soap had barely glossed over, hardly a place he would think to look for something of interest—so he’s more inclined to oblige, leaving the man to return to his novel and quiet without Soap in the middle of it all.

And funnily enough, it’s there Soap’s eye is caught by an unassuming book, its cover green and worn, the gilded text describing title and author faint and chipped.

He doesn’t look through it after picking it off the shelf—Soap just knows, somehow.

Soap moves toward the desk, silently makes the purchase. The man somehow seems at peace with Soap’s decision as he slides over the book to finally be claimed by its new owner once he’s done his checkout process.

Soap doesn’t expect the man to say anything else to him—he hardly seems the type to wish the meaningless have a good day to customers—but to his surprise, the man says, “Make sure to come back if it’s any good.”

There’s something hidden in his expression, in the few words the man has again spoken. Soap just nods, thinking he’d come back even if the pages turned out blank.

He leaves the shop feeling oddly lighter. Something swirls in his chest as he walks home, the book tucked dutifully under the arm currently without a sling.

Maybe he should go exploring more.

#inspired by Me and my personal love of collecting Really Old Books #also? needed more civilian ghost military soap yk #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe