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2023.06.07 13:18 andromeda417 PTC with Tall Cell features
I got my pathology report yesterday that mentions I have Classic Variant of Papillary Thyroid Cancer with Tall Cell Features?? What does that even mean? The report does not mentioning any % of Tall Cells either. Is there an oncologist specialist for this variant (live close to Manhattan)??
Should I push for a genetic testing?
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2023.06.07 12:53 Frozerow Bad role with great salary VS great role with mediocre salary
Any advise would be welcomed. 29 m here, bachelor in physics masters in information technology. 2.5 years experience as Data specialist (bs role with some experience in SQL Python and power BI). While I was searching for Data scientist position that is my ultimate goal, I was contacted by a recruiter for another bs role for the biggest telecommunications company in my country. The title is database support (90% sql 10% power bi) working hybrid in shifts. I thought that it would be a good opportunity to practice my interview skills, so I proceeded. In the end I got an offer with great salary and benefits. On the other hand I am in contact for an amazing data scientist role, for an American consulting company, remote working (which I prefer over hybrid), while I am referred for this position, so I feel that I have good chances to get an offer. Unfortunately this data scientist role salary is 12% less, with unknown benefits. The problem is that I have to answer to the bs role offer by tomorrow and I have no clue how to handle this. I have already gained entry level experience in my current role, so I wouldn’t like to start again an entry level role, but the benefits and the salary are really appealing. On the other hand I prefer the data scientist role even with less salary, but I can not be sure about the outcome of the interview process. Any advise?
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2023.06.07 12:36 Jhonjournalist Enjoyment for Young Cancer Patients at Sea World
 | submitted by Jhonjournalist to u/Jhonjournalist [link] [comments] 46 disease patients from the Sunshine Kids’ Establishment partook in a sensational day at SeaWorld with exciting rides and shows, in addition to a very close glance at the ocean creatures. The children got to partake in the rides and the shows, however, began the day with an unexpected visit to meet the beluga whales. Young Cancer Patients at Sea WorldSunshine Kids is a non-benefit association devoted to giving different fun occasions and projects to kids that are seeking malignant growth care and treatment from clinics the nation over at no expense.At the point when a juvenile or youthful grown-up gets the disease, treatment can be challenging. At an age portrayed by the starting points of freedom, the expanded dependence on guardians that goes with a disease conclusion frequently confuses care. Treatment is likewise liable to hinder significant life-altering situations, including school, social exercises, fellowships, close connections, and occupations. What’s more, other than causing extra sensations of separation, numerous specialists trust the effect of the Covid pandemic on patients with the disease puts more youthful individuals with malignant growth at a higher gamble for confusion if they become contaminated with Coronavirus. For measurable purposes, the American Malignant Growth Society depicts diseases in young people as those that begin between the ages of 15 and 19.
A fundamental explanation is that this time in their life is typically when they are investing energy with companions, dating, working, and taking classes, which frequently take need over well-being concerns The Sunshine Kids Foundation is a non-benefit association laid out in Houston, Texas in 1982 that gives various free projects and occasions for youngsters who are getting malignant growth medicines in clinics across the US and North America. Beginning around 2001, the chief overseer of the Sunshine Kids Foundation has been entertainer G.W. Bailey, who has chipped in with the gathering for more than a long time since being acquainted with the association by his goddaughter, who was determined to have leukemia in 1982. In 2004, the gathering had an all-out income of more than $1.9 million and spent almost $1.3 million on program costs. The most popular allies of The Sunshine Kids are Bailey and resigned Houston Astros legend Craig Biggio, who has been the association’s public representative for over 10 years. He wore a Sunshine Kids nail to his cap during Spring Preparing for more than 15 years, most of his profession. It additionally showed up on his ‘3000 hits flag when he arrived at the notable achievement during his last season. Learn More: https://www.worldmagzine.com/health-and-medical/enjoyment-for-young-cancer-patients-at-sea-world/ |
2023.06.07 12:07 drpeushbajpai Best Breast Cancer specialist doctors in Delhi
When it comes to the best breast cancer treatment in Dwarka, Dr. Peush Bajpai stands out as one of the leading specialists in Delhi. With close to 20 years of clinical experience, he brings immense expertise and compassion to his practice at Manipal Hospital Dwarka Delhi. Dr. Bajpai's dedication to personalized care and his commitment to staying at the forefront of medical advancements make him one of the best breast cancer specialist doctors in Delhi.
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2023.06.07 11:59 drjcsuri0 Chest Specialist in Delhi
A chest specialist in Delhi is a medical professional who specializes in the diagnosis, treatment, and management of respiratory disorders and diseases affecting the chest and lungs. Chest specialists, also known as pulmonologists, are highly trained in assessing and treating conditions such as asthma, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), pneumonia, tuberculosis, lung cancer, and other respiratory infections.
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2023.06.07 11:45 No_Dig1868 Top 10 Doctors Around The World
Health is our greatest treasure and with incredible specialists. We all know that there is a better chance for a healthier population.
The government has established a massive number of health institutes or health caring centers in their countries so that people should not compromise when it comes to health.
Also Read: Top 10 Countries That Produce the Most Doctors
List Of Top 10 Doctors Around The World
Here is a list of the 10 best doctors in the world:
Dr. Abdu got his accreditation in 1985 from Tufts University. He is a pioneer in the study and treatment of spine-related conditions. He hones surgery of the Spine, including Cervical, Thoracic and Lumbar Disorders, Disk Herniation, Spinal Stenosis, Spondylolisthesis, Spondylotic Myelopathy, Spinal Cord Injury, and Spine Trauma. Also, he had discovered many new techniques for spine treatment.
Dr. Myles currently practices at East Bay Pediatric & Medical Group and is affiliated with Alta Bates Summit Medical Center Alta Bates Campus and Children’s Hospital & Research Center Oakland.
Dr. Abbas graduated from the University of Maryland School of Medicine in 1986. Currently, he is affiliated with Medstar Harbor Hospital and Sinai Hospital Of Baltimore.
Dr. Khalid obtained his bachelor’s degree in Biological Sciences from the University of Illinois in Champaign-Urbana in 1993. He continued his education in the same University and received his Doctor of Medicine degree with Honors in 1999. Currently, he is working at Yale as a Director of the Spine Surgery Department. Many consider him the best doctor in the world.
Dr. Naresh was also the founder, executive director, and chief cardiovascular surgeon of Escorts Heart Institute and Research Center (EHIRC), New Delhi, India. At present, he is serving as a Chairman and Managing Director and Chief Cardiac Surgeon of MedantaTM-The Medicity, one of the largest multi-specialty hospitals at Gurgaon, Haryana.
Dr. Reese got her accreditation from The University of Texas Southwestern Medical School. She is also an expert on mood disorders and anxiety. Currently, she is working as a Professor of Psychiatry at Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. She is also affiliated with Mount Sinai Services Elmhurst Hospital Center and New York Medical College at present.
In 2001, Dr. Anderson became the director of the program for Pediatric Pain Medicine in the Department of Anesthesiology at Seattle Children’s Hospital. He is also a professor of anesthesiology and associate professor of pediatrics at the University of Washington School of Medicine.
Dr. Aaron got his accreditation from the Duke University School of Medicine in 1992. Currently, he is affiliated with River Park Hospital, Saint Thomas West Hospital, and Henry County Medical Center.
Before entering into the practice world, Dr. Sudhansu served as a full-time Professor for Cardiothoracic surgery at Sheth G.S. Medical College & K.E.M. Hospital. At present, he is affiliated with Bombay Hospital And Medical Research Center, Breach Candy Hospital, Mumbai, and Lilavati Hospital & Research Center, Mumbai.
10. Dr.Mona.M.Abaza, M.D.
Dr. Abaza is a specialized doctor in ENT Otolaryngologist, Adenoidectomy, esophagoscopy, Nasal airway surgery, and tracheostomy. She is a world-famous ENT Doctor and treats problems of the ear, head, nose, throat, and neck.
Dr. Abaza graduated from the Medical College of Pennsylvania in 1991. She is affiliated with Children’s Hospital Colorado At Memorial Hospital Central and the University Of Colorado Hospital.
Conclusion
Since the dawn of time, the profession of a doctor is one of the most appreciated jobs in the world. Being a doctor implies a great responsibility, as almost every day the nature of somebody’s life (or the life itself) is in their hands. Since the medical field is a vast and ever-expanding field, there is no direct answer to who is the best doctor in the world. Doctors are specialized and trained in different field
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The government has established a massive number of health institutes or health caring centers in their countries so that people should not compromise when it comes to health.
Also Read: Top 10 Countries That Produce the Most Doctors
List Of Top 10 Doctors Around The World
Here is a list of the 10 best doctors in the world:
- Dr. William A. Abdu, M.D, M.S.
Dr. Abdu got his accreditation in 1985 from Tufts University. He is a pioneer in the study and treatment of spine-related conditions. He hones surgery of the Spine, including Cervical, Thoracic and Lumbar Disorders, Disk Herniation, Spinal Stenosis, Spondylolisthesis, Spondylotic Myelopathy, Spinal Cord Injury, and Spine Trauma. Also, he had discovered many new techniques for spine treatment.
- Dr. Myles. B. Abbott, M.D.
Dr. Myles currently practices at East Bay Pediatric & Medical Group and is affiliated with Alta Bates Summit Medical Center Alta Bates Campus and Children’s Hospital & Research Center Oakland.
- Dr. Fouad. M. Abbas, M.D.
Dr. Abbas graduated from the University of Maryland School of Medicine in 1986. Currently, he is affiliated with Medstar Harbor Hospital and Sinai Hospital Of Baltimore.
- Dr. Khalid Abbed, M.D.
Dr. Khalid obtained his bachelor’s degree in Biological Sciences from the University of Illinois in Champaign-Urbana in 1993. He continued his education in the same University and received his Doctor of Medicine degree with Honors in 1999. Currently, he is working at Yale as a Director of the Spine Surgery Department. Many consider him the best doctor in the world.
- Dr. Naresh Trehan
Dr. Naresh was also the founder, executive director, and chief cardiovascular surgeon of Escorts Heart Institute and Research Center (EHIRC), New Delhi, India. At present, he is serving as a Chairman and Managing Director and Chief Cardiac Surgeon of MedantaTM-The Medicity, one of the largest multi-specialty hospitals at Gurgaon, Haryana.
- Dr. Arthur Reese Abright, M.D.
Dr. Reese got her accreditation from The University of Texas Southwestern Medical School. She is also an expert on mood disorders and anxiety. Currently, she is working as a Professor of Psychiatry at Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. She is also affiliated with Mount Sinai Services Elmhurst Hospital Center and New York Medical College at present.
- Dr. Corrie T.M Anderson, M.D.
In 2001, Dr. Anderson became the director of the program for Pediatric Pain Medicine in the Department of Anesthesiology at Seattle Children’s Hospital. He is also a professor of anesthesiology and associate professor of pediatrics at the University of Washington School of Medicine.
- Dr. Mark. F. Aaron, M.D.
Dr. Aaron got his accreditation from the Duke University School of Medicine in 1992. Currently, he is affiliated with River Park Hospital, Saint Thomas West Hospital, and Henry County Medical Center.
- Dr. Sudhansu Bhattacharyya, MBBS, MS, MCH
Before entering into the practice world, Dr. Sudhansu served as a full-time Professor for Cardiothoracic surgery at Sheth G.S. Medical College & K.E.M. Hospital. At present, he is affiliated with Bombay Hospital And Medical Research Center, Breach Candy Hospital, Mumbai, and Lilavati Hospital & Research Center, Mumbai.
10. Dr.Mona.M.Abaza, M.D.
Dr. Abaza is a specialized doctor in ENT Otolaryngologist, Adenoidectomy, esophagoscopy, Nasal airway surgery, and tracheostomy. She is a world-famous ENT Doctor and treats problems of the ear, head, nose, throat, and neck.
Dr. Abaza graduated from the Medical College of Pennsylvania in 1991. She is affiliated with Children’s Hospital Colorado At Memorial Hospital Central and the University Of Colorado Hospital.
Conclusion
Since the dawn of time, the profession of a doctor is one of the most appreciated jobs in the world. Being a doctor implies a great responsibility, as almost every day the nature of somebody’s life (or the life itself) is in their hands. Since the medical field is a vast and ever-expanding field, there is no direct answer to who is the best doctor in the world. Doctors are specialized and trained in different field
2023.06.07 11:27 webuyequipment Forklift Heavy Construction Equipment - Things You Need To Know Equipment Planet Equipment
 | What are the things that you need to know about forklift heavy construction equipment? When you think of construction equipment, a forklift might not be the first thing that comes to mind. They are, however, powerful lifting and moving machines that may aid transfer things both inside and out, similar to a scissor lift or telehandler. submitted by webuyequipment to equipmentbuyandsell [link] [comments] What Is a Forklift and How Does It Work?Lift truck, jitney, forklift truck, and fork truck are all terms used to describe a forklift. A forklift is basically an industrial vehicle that lifts things with a two-pronged forked front attachment. That material is frequently shown on a wooden platform or pallet.Products and commodities on a pallet or other platform are frequently moved with forks. A forklift has the ability to lift and lower materials. The forklift, unlike other machines that can be connected with a forked attachment – such as a telehandler – is useful for undertakings that require a lot of material movement. What Is the Purpose of a Forklift?There are several distinct types of forklifts, each with its unique set of features and benefits.A forklift is used to lift, move, and carry objects in general. https://preview.redd.it/161nvxj5ek4b1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=f82d79908bcef45331e570f5bdbd42e757d1e568 What are the Functions of Forklifts in Construction?Industrial forklifts are used to transport materials across building sites and over long distances. Bricks and wood, as well as tile and other interior construction materials, are frequently supplied on pallets on construction sites. When packaged together, they are simple to send. A forklift can help carry them to where they’re needed once they’re delivered on-site.Because heavy-duty machinery like telehandlers and even front loaders can be equipped with fork attachments, genuine forklifts are rarely seen on construction sites. The telehandler, in example, is an excellent material mover since it can lift both up and out, making it simple to carry materials to various levels of a project. Warehouses with forkliftsWhen you hear the word “forklift,” one of the first pictures that may spring to mind is: Forklifts are useful in warehouses because they allow bulk products to be stored while still being packaged for shipping. As a result, the forklift has twice the importance in the construction business. They are used to transport and load items in preparation for transport to a construction site. Even though they aren’t visible on physical locations, they are nonetheless incredibly important to the industry’s efficiency and production.The Forklift’s EvolutionThe forklift, which dates from 1887, is almost as old as the Statue of Liberty. A lift truck was the name given to the initial prototype of the forklift. But it wasn’t the forklift that came first; it was the pallet.Pallets, also known as skids, are associated with the industrialisation of the United States and were used to stack and transport commodities and resources. To keep up with the demands of the industrial period, the first forklift was invented to move these pallets. The initial lift truck could barely lift a pallet a few inches off the ground. It was a clunky precursor to today’s mighty technology. With the passage of time, the forklift grew in popularity and power. The Pennsylvania Railroad built a platform truck to help transport luggage on and off of their trains in the first decade of the twentieth century. When the First World War broke out in 1914, the forklift’s popularity and demand skyrocketed. https://preview.redd.it/68jjmsg7ek4b1.png?width=980&format=png&auto=webp&s=8474a396616715e877b53dba0fd837c29d9a8468 During World War I, the forklift was used extensively.With a large portion of the labor force serving in Europe during the war, interest in the forklift grew. It was a godsend to have a powerful machine that could help transport enormous amounts of material at once. Many items, including as weapons, clothing, and food, were packaged for shipment and had to be put onto trucks and trains at the time. Because the majority of the workforce was based overseas, warehouses lacked the same degree of staff. Forklifts started to appear in factories and warehouses.The Towmotor Company and the Yale and Towne Manufacturing Company both joined the fork truck industry in the United States in 1920.Towmotor Company is a company that specializes in towing vehiclesLester M Sears launched Towmotor in 1919 after inventing a gas-powered tractor with forklift capability. They invented the first industrial forklift in 1933 and continued to produce various forklift models weighing 1,500 to 15,000 pounds. Caterpillar Tractor Company purchased Towmotor on November 10, 1965.Yale & Towne Manufacturing is a company that manufactures a variety of products.Linus Yale Jr. and Henry Towne founded Yale & Towne in Stamford, Connecticut, in the late 1800s. The company started with making locks. In 1920, this company developed its first forklift, and its name was changed to Yale and Towne Manufacturing. The forklift was a battery-powered low-lift platform truck at the time.Soon after, the business began developing light-lift platforms. Yale & Towne was the first company to develop a tilting forklift truck. Yale Materials Handling Corporation now manufactures a wide range of electric and engine-powered material handling equipment. Continued The Forklift’s EvolutionThe advent of the hydraulic-powered lift system was a game-changer for forklifts. The machines could lift more and higher with this technical improvement. As the world got more industrialized, a standard pallet size became more widespread. The development and application of forklifts became significantly easier because to this one-size-fits-all standard.The Second World War, like WWI, encouraged the use of forklifts and pushed for more effective material storage systems in warehouses. Some argue that the standard we presently use for storing commodities, including the usage of forklifts in practically every warehouse and storage facility throughout the world, was created during WWII. The majority of the machine’s modifications since then have focused on improving comfort, increasing lifting capacity, and lowering emissions. Fuel cell technologies, ergonomic cab designs, and even electric power are all common features of today’s forklifts. Forklifts come in a variety of shapes and sizes.Counterbalance forklifts, side loaders, industrial, and warehouse forklifts are among the various types of forklifts available. Cushion and pneumatic tires, as well as tough terrain forklifts, are available.
During WWII, Hyster equipment was employed by both the American and British forces to aid move materials and goods, cementing the company’s reputation. Since then, the brand has expanded throughout the world and has become synonymous with forklifts. YaleYale began as a lock company in the late 1800s, as previously stated. Their first forklift was produced in 1920, and they have been focused on this market ever since. The company presently produces a wide range of forklifts, ranging in weight from 3,500 pounds to 35,000 pounds. Their forklifts are designed for a variety of applications, including building projects, farm operations, and port and warehouse requirements.JCBJCB was founded in 1945 by Joseph Cyril Bamford, who has been credited with inventing the telehandler since 1977. With over 2,000 dealer locations in over 150 countries, JCB is now one of the world’s leading equipment manufacturers.The teletruk industrial forklift and the rough terrain forklift are the two primary types of forklifts that JCB concentrates on. Their teletruk is a cross between a telehandler, a skid steer, and a forklift. It mimics the cab of a skid steer or normal forklift while allowing the telehandler’s distinctive outward reach. The wheels also resemble those of a standard warehouse forklift. This inventive design exemplifies how versatile construction machines and equipment can be. JCB has even introduced a new electric teletruck variant! The Forklift’s Multi-FunctionalityWhile most people associate forklifts with warehouses, they actually have a lot of ties to the construction industry. The construction industry largely relies on these devices, whether it’s loading supplies to be sent to a construction site or stacking timber, bricks, or other materials. A building site would not be nearly as efficient if it could not get massive orders of materials and have everything they need to really develop projects. Whether it was because to the pallet or as a result of World War I, our industrial and commercial world would not exist today without the forklift. |
2023.06.07 11:08 StockTrex Pfizer, the 3 Part Series: A Company with a Strong Past and Bright Future
Part 1:
Company Overview: Who is Pfizer?
Pfizer Inc (PFE), founded in 1849, is an American multinational biotechnology and pharmaceutical company based in New York. With a 174-year history, Pfizer is here for the long run – a perfect investment if you are looking for a stable company with a strong future. Pfizer discovers, develops, manufactures, sells, and distributes its biopharmaceutical products globally. Pfizer has a current market capitalization of $223.78 billion USD. It operates 36 manufacturing sites globally and sells its products in over 185 countries. Pfizer has six business units – Inflammation & Immunology, Vaccines, Rare Disease, Internal Medicine, Hospital, and Oncology. As of May 2, 2023, Pfizer generated $18.3 billion of revenue in 2023.
Industry Overview and Trends: What is going on with Biotech?
The biotechnology industry has strong tailwinds set to fuel its growth with industry revenue set to grow 3.1% annually to $481.3 billion USD by 2027. Almost half of the industry revenue is generated from products to improve health and as adults over 65 spend more on healthcare. The growth in this population segment will increase the demand for biotechnology products. The emerging markets present an attractive opportunity for further market expansion as the sales in emerging markets are growing at a faster rate than in European markets due to the increasing access to healthcare and rising standard of living. The US currently accounts for 40% of industry revenue. The industry is split with 40.5% minor players and 59.5% major players. It is an increasingly consolidating industry as major players continue to acquire minor players. The Pfizer family continues to grow!
Investment Thesis I: Strong Free Cash Flow Supports Value-Added Tuck-In Acquisition Strategy
Pfizer has a maintained strong cash flow generation and benefited from significant free cash flow growth due to the pandemic tailwinds. Pfizer’s free cash flow grew 145.3% in 2021 to $29,869 million USD. This offers Pfizer a great opportunity to continue its tuck-in acquisition strategy! Pfizer announced its deal to acquire Seagen, a global biotechnology company specializing in cancer care, for $43 billion, set to be completed in late 2023 or early 2024. This acquisition enhances Pfizer’s leadership position in oncology across breast cancer, genitourinary cancer, hematology, and precision medicine with opportunities for combo therapeutic regimens. Seagen is predicted to contribute over $10 billion to 2030 in risk adjusted revenues. Over its lifetime, Pfizer has acquired 49 companies with 13 acquisitions in the past five years alone. In April, Pfizer acquired Lucira Health for $36.4 million USD (Lucira specializes in development and commercialization of infectious disease test kits) In October 2022, it acquired Global Blood Therapeutics (GBT) for $5,881.63 million USD. (GBT discovers, develops, and commercializes therapeutics for blood-based diseases). M&A offers large companies like Pfizer access to higher levels of market growth and innovation through a lower risk pathway than R&D investment. Due to its strong free cash flow, Pfizer is well positioned to deploy a tuck-in acquisition strategy, continuing to acquire minor industry players. Active acquirers outdo competitors across industries, outperforming peers’ organic growth. Pfizer is ready to dig into its deep pockets!
Stay Tuned for Part 2!
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Company Overview: Who is Pfizer?
Pfizer Inc (PFE), founded in 1849, is an American multinational biotechnology and pharmaceutical company based in New York. With a 174-year history, Pfizer is here for the long run – a perfect investment if you are looking for a stable company with a strong future. Pfizer discovers, develops, manufactures, sells, and distributes its biopharmaceutical products globally. Pfizer has a current market capitalization of $223.78 billion USD. It operates 36 manufacturing sites globally and sells its products in over 185 countries. Pfizer has six business units – Inflammation & Immunology, Vaccines, Rare Disease, Internal Medicine, Hospital, and Oncology. As of May 2, 2023, Pfizer generated $18.3 billion of revenue in 2023.
Industry Overview and Trends: What is going on with Biotech?
The biotechnology industry has strong tailwinds set to fuel its growth with industry revenue set to grow 3.1% annually to $481.3 billion USD by 2027. Almost half of the industry revenue is generated from products to improve health and as adults over 65 spend more on healthcare. The growth in this population segment will increase the demand for biotechnology products. The emerging markets present an attractive opportunity for further market expansion as the sales in emerging markets are growing at a faster rate than in European markets due to the increasing access to healthcare and rising standard of living. The US currently accounts for 40% of industry revenue. The industry is split with 40.5% minor players and 59.5% major players. It is an increasingly consolidating industry as major players continue to acquire minor players. The Pfizer family continues to grow!
Investment Thesis I: Strong Free Cash Flow Supports Value-Added Tuck-In Acquisition Strategy
Pfizer has a maintained strong cash flow generation and benefited from significant free cash flow growth due to the pandemic tailwinds. Pfizer’s free cash flow grew 145.3% in 2021 to $29,869 million USD. This offers Pfizer a great opportunity to continue its tuck-in acquisition strategy! Pfizer announced its deal to acquire Seagen, a global biotechnology company specializing in cancer care, for $43 billion, set to be completed in late 2023 or early 2024. This acquisition enhances Pfizer’s leadership position in oncology across breast cancer, genitourinary cancer, hematology, and precision medicine with opportunities for combo therapeutic regimens. Seagen is predicted to contribute over $10 billion to 2030 in risk adjusted revenues. Over its lifetime, Pfizer has acquired 49 companies with 13 acquisitions in the past five years alone. In April, Pfizer acquired Lucira Health for $36.4 million USD (Lucira specializes in development and commercialization of infectious disease test kits) In October 2022, it acquired Global Blood Therapeutics (GBT) for $5,881.63 million USD. (GBT discovers, develops, and commercializes therapeutics for blood-based diseases). M&A offers large companies like Pfizer access to higher levels of market growth and innovation through a lower risk pathway than R&D investment. Due to its strong free cash flow, Pfizer is well positioned to deploy a tuck-in acquisition strategy, continuing to acquire minor industry players. Active acquirers outdo competitors across industries, outperforming peers’ organic growth. Pfizer is ready to dig into its deep pockets!
Stay Tuned for Part 2!
2023.06.07 10:45 henrylook 4 Healthy Foods for Prostate Health
The prostate is a male-certain body organ that can be afflicted with different everyday aspects, leading to men's prostate difficulties. Especially for middle-old and senior patients, they are very likely to have prostate ailments. Therefore, it is essential for men to take earlier actions to preserve prostate well-being in their way of living.
So, how can we shield prostate wellness? What food items are ideal for the prostate? Beneath, we will bring in a diet that is helpful for prostate wellness!
What foods are good for the prostate?
1. Broccoli
Broccoli includes abundant nutrition such as fats, sugars, vitamins, and carotenoids. It can improve liver organ cleansing and immune system functionality, minimizing blood sugar degrees. Additionally, broccoli can guard men from prostate malignancy and sustain prostate wellness.
2. Pumpkin seeds
Pumpkin seeds reward prostate health, and many folks may not be mindful of this. While most folks discard pumpkin seeds when ingesting pumpkins, health-mindful people are likely to ensure they are. They can be ingested soon after cleaning up and drying out the seeds. Consuming a handful of pumpkin seed products daily can yield impressive results. Pumpkin plant seeds consist of pumpkin seed essential oil, which helps stop the proliferation of prostate cellular material.
Additionally, pumpkin seed oil is unique in carotenoids and omega-3 fatty acids, reducing prostate cancer risk and improving overall health.
3. Tomato
Tomatoes should be considered about ingesting veggies for general health defense. They are unique in lycopene, which can remove free-radicals in the prostate and continuously safeguard its health. For this cause, many men have an exclusive fondness for tomatoes.
It is recommended to warm or make tomato plants before intake as this increases the ingestion of lycopene through the entire body. Tomatoes and green beans contain quite a bit of beta-carotene, which helps the entire body take in the lycopene from tomato plants and effectively reduces the possibility of establishing prostatitis.
4. Oysters
Nutrient specialists advise regular ingestion of 15 mg of zinc for men and 11.5 milligrams for women. This is because male semen has a considerable volume of zinc, and inadequate zinc levels can affect semen volume and high quality.
Moreover, zinc is essential for synthesizing male human hormones and is vital in safeguarding the prostate. Ingesting 2-3 oysters can offer a regular mature male all the crucial everyday zinc absorption, causing them to be one of the most effective food products for prostate protection.
The four foods above are valuable for the prostate. However, If a patient contracts prostatitis, a fast treatment method is required.
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So, how can we shield prostate wellness? What food items are ideal for the prostate? Beneath, we will bring in a diet that is helpful for prostate wellness!
What foods are good for the prostate?
1. Broccoli
Broccoli includes abundant nutrition such as fats, sugars, vitamins, and carotenoids. It can improve liver organ cleansing and immune system functionality, minimizing blood sugar degrees. Additionally, broccoli can guard men from prostate malignancy and sustain prostate wellness.
2. Pumpkin seeds
Pumpkin seeds reward prostate health, and many folks may not be mindful of this. While most folks discard pumpkin seeds when ingesting pumpkins, health-mindful people are likely to ensure they are. They can be ingested soon after cleaning up and drying out the seeds. Consuming a handful of pumpkin seed products daily can yield impressive results. Pumpkin plant seeds consist of pumpkin seed essential oil, which helps stop the proliferation of prostate cellular material.
Additionally, pumpkin seed oil is unique in carotenoids and omega-3 fatty acids, reducing prostate cancer risk and improving overall health.
3. Tomato
Tomatoes should be considered about ingesting veggies for general health defense. They are unique in lycopene, which can remove free-radicals in the prostate and continuously safeguard its health. For this cause, many men have an exclusive fondness for tomatoes.
It is recommended to warm or make tomato plants before intake as this increases the ingestion of lycopene through the entire body. Tomatoes and green beans contain quite a bit of beta-carotene, which helps the entire body take in the lycopene from tomato plants and effectively reduces the possibility of establishing prostatitis.
4. Oysters
Nutrient specialists advise regular ingestion of 15 mg of zinc for men and 11.5 milligrams for women. This is because male semen has a considerable volume of zinc, and inadequate zinc levels can affect semen volume and high quality.
Moreover, zinc is essential for synthesizing male human hormones and is vital in safeguarding the prostate. Ingesting 2-3 oysters can offer a regular mature male all the crucial everyday zinc absorption, causing them to be one of the most effective food products for prostate protection.
The four foods above are valuable for the prostate. However, If a patient contracts prostatitis, a fast treatment method is required.
2023.06.07 10:37 intervantional Prostate Embolization Treatment in Delhi: A Breakthrough Approach by Dr. Ajit Yadav
Introduction Prostate issues can significantly impact a man's quality of life, leading to uncomfortable symptoms and affecting overall well-being. In recent years, medical advancements have introduced innovative treatment options, such as Prostate Embolization, offering a minimally invasive alternative to traditional surgical procedures. Dr. Ajit Yadav, a renowned specialist in Delhi, has been at the forefront of providing this breakthrough treatment to patients, revolutionizing the management of prostate conditions. In this blog post, we will explore the significance of Prostate Embolization and shed light on Dr. Ajit Yadav's expertise in delivering this advanced procedure in Delhi.
Understanding Prostate Embolization Prostate Embolization is a minimally invasive procedure used to treat benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) or an enlarged prostate. BPH is a common condition that affects men as they age, causing urinary symptoms such as frequent urination, weak urine flow, and urinary retention. While surgery, such as transurethral resection of the prostate (TURP), has been the standard treatment for BPH, Prostate Embolization provides a less invasive option with promising outcomes.
During the Prostate Embolization procedure, tiny particles are injected into the arteries supplying the prostate, blocking blood flow to the enlarged tissue. This targeted occlusion of blood vessels leads to the shrinkage of the prostate, relieving symptoms and improving urinary flow. The procedure is performed under local anesthesia, with most patients experiencing minimal pain and a shorter recovery time compared to traditional surgery.
Dr. Ajit Yadav: Pioneering Prostate Embolization in Delhi Dr. Ajit Yadav is a highly skilled and experienced interventional radiologist based in Delhi, specializing in Prostate Embolization. He has earned a stellar reputation for his expertise in the field and is widely regarded as a pioneer in introducing this groundbreaking treatment option in the region. Dr. Yadav's commitment to providing personalized care and his unwavering dedication to his patients has made him a trusted name in the medical community.
Dr. Ajit Yadav MBBS,DNB (Radiodiagnosis)
Dr. Ajit K Yadav is consultant at Department of Interventional radiology, Sir Gangaram Hospital, New Delhi. After receiving a medical degree at the Pt BDS PGIMS, Rohtak, he served as medical officer at rural government hospital for 6 months. He completed residency training in radiodiagnosis at Sir Gangaram Hospital. He was national board certified in 2011, and went on to complete a fellowship in Interventional Radiology at GRIPMER, Delhi. He also visited MD Anderson cancer center, Houston, Texas, USA for short term fellowship in 2013. He attended short training programme on TACE at Seoul National University Hospital, South Korea in 2014.
Dr. Yadav’s clinical interests include uterine artery embolization for minimally invasive treatment of uterine fibroids and post-partum hemorrhage, Bronchial artery embolization for hemoptysis, minimally invasive oncologic interventions (including transarterial chemoembolization, radioembolization and radiofrequency tumor ablation), and percutaneous interventions. In addition, he offers minimal invasive procedures for various diseases like Benign prostatic hyperplasia, Varicose veins, Liver diseases and traumatic bleeding.
His research interests include interventional treatment of liver malignancy, a topic in which he has written peer reviewed publications. He has authored more than 15 papers in the field of interventional radiology. He has also presented his work in numerous national and International meetings. In addition to clinical activities, he is an active teacher of residents including Interventional Radiology fellows.
He is a member of several professional organizations, Indian Radiological and Imaging Association (IRIA), Indian Society of Vascular and Interventional Radiology (ISVIR), and the Cardiovascular and Interventional Radiological Society of Europe (CIRSE). He is actively involved in Delhi chapter of ISVIR.
Dr. Yadav's Approach to Prostate Embolization As a compassionate practitioner, Dr. Ajit Yadav focuses on individualized patient care, ensuring that each patient receives the highest quality treatment tailored to their unique needs. He adopts a comprehensive approach to Prostate Embolization, ensuring that patients are well-informed and involved in every step of their treatment journey.
Name: Interventional Radiology India Address: Sir Ganga Ram Hospital, Old Rajendra Nagar, Delhi - 110060 India Phone: 011 42251897, +91 - 9958474870 Website: www.interventionalradiologyindia.com
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Understanding Prostate Embolization Prostate Embolization is a minimally invasive procedure used to treat benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) or an enlarged prostate. BPH is a common condition that affects men as they age, causing urinary symptoms such as frequent urination, weak urine flow, and urinary retention. While surgery, such as transurethral resection of the prostate (TURP), has been the standard treatment for BPH, Prostate Embolization provides a less invasive option with promising outcomes.
During the Prostate Embolization procedure, tiny particles are injected into the arteries supplying the prostate, blocking blood flow to the enlarged tissue. This targeted occlusion of blood vessels leads to the shrinkage of the prostate, relieving symptoms and improving urinary flow. The procedure is performed under local anesthesia, with most patients experiencing minimal pain and a shorter recovery time compared to traditional surgery.
Dr. Ajit Yadav: Pioneering Prostate Embolization in Delhi Dr. Ajit Yadav is a highly skilled and experienced interventional radiologist based in Delhi, specializing in Prostate Embolization. He has earned a stellar reputation for his expertise in the field and is widely regarded as a pioneer in introducing this groundbreaking treatment option in the region. Dr. Yadav's commitment to providing personalized care and his unwavering dedication to his patients has made him a trusted name in the medical community.
Dr. Ajit Yadav MBBS,DNB (Radiodiagnosis)
Dr. Ajit K Yadav is consultant at Department of Interventional radiology, Sir Gangaram Hospital, New Delhi. After receiving a medical degree at the Pt BDS PGIMS, Rohtak, he served as medical officer at rural government hospital for 6 months. He completed residency training in radiodiagnosis at Sir Gangaram Hospital. He was national board certified in 2011, and went on to complete a fellowship in Interventional Radiology at GRIPMER, Delhi. He also visited MD Anderson cancer center, Houston, Texas, USA for short term fellowship in 2013. He attended short training programme on TACE at Seoul National University Hospital, South Korea in 2014.
Dr. Yadav’s clinical interests include uterine artery embolization for minimally invasive treatment of uterine fibroids and post-partum hemorrhage, Bronchial artery embolization for hemoptysis, minimally invasive oncologic interventions (including transarterial chemoembolization, radioembolization and radiofrequency tumor ablation), and percutaneous interventions. In addition, he offers minimal invasive procedures for various diseases like Benign prostatic hyperplasia, Varicose veins, Liver diseases and traumatic bleeding.
His research interests include interventional treatment of liver malignancy, a topic in which he has written peer reviewed publications. He has authored more than 15 papers in the field of interventional radiology. He has also presented his work in numerous national and International meetings. In addition to clinical activities, he is an active teacher of residents including Interventional Radiology fellows.
He is a member of several professional organizations, Indian Radiological and Imaging Association (IRIA), Indian Society of Vascular and Interventional Radiology (ISVIR), and the Cardiovascular and Interventional Radiological Society of Europe (CIRSE). He is actively involved in Delhi chapter of ISVIR.
Dr. Yadav's Approach to Prostate Embolization As a compassionate practitioner, Dr. Ajit Yadav focuses on individualized patient care, ensuring that each patient receives the highest quality treatment tailored to their unique needs. He adopts a comprehensive approach to Prostate Embolization, ensuring that patients are well-informed and involved in every step of their treatment journey.
- Patient Evaluation: Dr. Yadav begins by conducting a thorough evaluation of each patient's medical history, symptoms, and diagnostic tests. This evaluation helps him determine the appropriateness of Prostate Embolization as a treatment option.
- Treatment Planning: Based on the evaluation, Dr. Yadav formulates a personalized treatment plan, explaining the procedure in detail, its benefits, and any potential risks or side effects. He addresses any concerns or questions the patient may have, ensuring they are fully informed and comfortable with their decision.
- Prostate Embolization Procedure: Dr. Ajit Yadav performs the Prostate Embolization procedure with precision and expertise. He employs state-of-the-art imaging techniques to guide the catheter to the prostate arteries, delivering the embolic particles accurately and effectively.
- Post-Procedure Care: Dr. Yadav provides comprehensive post-procedure care, closely monitoring the patient's progress and ensuring their comfort and well-being. He offers guidance on recovery, self-care measures, and any necessary follow-up appointments.
- Minimally Invasive: Prostate Embolization is a minimally invasive procedure, resulting in less pain, minimal scarring, and a shorter recovery time than traditional surgery.
- Effective Relief: Prostate Embolization has shown remarkable efficacy in relieving symptoms associated with an enlarged prostate, leading to improved urinary flow and a better quality of life.
- Personalized Care: Dr. Yadav's customized approach ensures that each patient receives tailored treatment and individual attention, promoting optimal outcomes and patient satisfaction.
- Advanced Expertise: With extensive experience in Prostate Embolization, Dr. Yadav brings a wealth of knowledge and expertise to every procedure, instilling confidence in his patients.
Name: Interventional Radiology India Address: Sir Ganga Ram Hospital, Old Rajendra Nagar, Delhi - 110060 India Phone: 011 42251897, +91 - 9958474870 Website: www.interventionalradiologyindia.com
2023.06.07 09:36 thezzarry [PI] You are the barkeep of a very strange bar. It seems to attract monsters and gods, and is the unofficial neutral ground in most conflicts. Everyone likes you, and you are well protected. One day, some New Gods come in and try to fuck with you.
The Old Ways can rub some people wrong — especially those coming into the supernatural world fresh from this modern era of excess, privilege, and internet anonymity. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen societal changes and cultural shifts in every direction you could plot an axis for; live for nearly 3500 years as I have, and you too will come to understand that Change is the one and only constant in this world. But what our more, shall I say, exuberant (indignant, entitled, take your pick) newcomers tend to misunderstand is that Old Ways — and those of us who uphold them — don’t stand in opposition to change; we’ve just already seen all their ‘new’ ideas brought forward before, been accepted, gone stale, and get discarded for the next.
The Old Ways aren’t rules, they’re just how you come to behave once you’ve lived through a few revolutions of the cycle. They’re also not written or codified in any way, but if I had to articulate the particular tenet that seems most abhorrent to our most recent newcomers, it would be this: Respect is owed to your elders, because they’ve already damn-well earned it in the past.
The recent upheaval in the supernatural underworld wasn’t particularly upsetting, or even that surprising: some newly-minted vamp shaking things up, gathering a following, killing off a few of the established vampire lords. I don’t overlap much with the neck-biter scene, so it wasn’t very concerning to me. But as ill-luck would have it, he kept growing more famous, and thus harder to avoid hearing about.
He was turned fairly late for a vampire, in his 40s, having already led a deeply troubling life steeped in conspiracy theory, hoax, and rabbit holes into the occult. So rather than take the traditional path toward amassing strength for a vamp — which is basically just to feed regularly and get older — he instead continued his dive into the occult. To his credit, this did score him the power he needed to oppose (and depose) many of the vampire lords of London; to his detriment, it also placed him rather firmly on a collision course with me.
I’d put a handful of wards and contingencies in place out of habit, but I wasn’t particularly concerned. Vampires are about as dangerous to me as… eh… now that I think of it, I don’t have a great analogy on hand for this. There isn’t much that’s truly all that dangerous to me at all, anymore — about as dangerous as a mosquito, I guess? In that I’d be annoyed if one bit me?
Still, he did manage to surprise me, if only because I never thought he’d be stupid enough to come for me there, in the Tavern. But like I said: in this storied community, the impetuous youth flaunt or ignore the Old Ways at their own peril. And it had started as such a nice, quiet night, with me seated at my usual booth in its dimly lit, secluded corner of the restaurant.
“Here you are, darling, you just let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
The head server of the Tavern is a lovely woman, seemingly 30 to 40 years of age, who despite the many years she’s spent in England, still speaks with an accent from the American south. Her ethnic heritage is clearly from a region further south-west in Africa than my own.
“Of course, thank you Catherine,” I replied as she placed an impeccably plated salad on the table before me. It was one of my favorites at the Tavern, a delightful little number with tender bamboo shoots, and some kind of sweet and spicy mustard vinaigrette. Catherine smiled and whisked off toward another table. I folded a piece of baby spinach over an arugula leaf and pinned them to a bamboo shoot with my fork, and had just lifted them to my lips when the doors to the Tavern slammed open into the walls of the entryway. The small, decorative windows in the doors shattered on impact, showering the hostess’ podium with shards of glass.
Most groups of vampires want to be called ‘covens.’ Some of the weirder, extra culty groups prefer the term ‘hive.’ Judging by the collection of washed out, middle-aged vampire bros who sauntered in through the broken doors, I can only assume this group called themselves something extra stupid, like ‘the posse.’
He was immediately evident. His four goons looked like your average jocks who’d had neither the skill to go pro, nor the sense to plan for anything else in life, and had spent their subsequent years in disappointment of themselves and others.
“Barkeep! A round of your finest libations for the entourage of…” the fucker actually paused, as though for dramatic effect, “the Dread Prince Lestat!”
An audible groan of disgust rose from a table of Lesser Devils in the next alcove down from mine. Abyssal-speech is difficult to decipher even when there isn’t a group of demons all talking over one another, but I did manage to make out from one of them, a trickster muse by the name of Mamenoche,
The keeper of the tavern, for his part, simply raised an eyebrow while he wiped down a freshly washed stein with a drying rag. He nodded to an empty table. “Take a seat, we’ll be right with you,” he said, and then turned away to shelve the clean glass.
The keeper is a slight man, of average height, perhaps in his early to mid 50s. He wears the same costume every day: dark brown slacks and a burgundy tweed vest over a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. His voice is rich and resonant, and though soft-spoken, he is never difficult to hear. Beyond that, I can only say that the tavern keeper looks exactly as you think he would, and do understand that I mean that literally. His features, his hair, the color of his skin: they all exist only in the eyes of the beholder. It’s part of the Glamour.
The four underlings slid chairs out from the table and plopped down with what some of my younger students have recently informed me is known as the ‘Riker maneuver.’ Lestat remained standing and circled the table while he addressed the patrons.
“Well, well, well. So this is the storied Tavern. Drinking hole for the Greats of the underworld, the movers and shakers, the true titans of the occult.” He smirked and paused for effect again. “At least now it is. Bit of a slow day before I got here, eh barkeep?”
The keeper responded with silence as he filled five elaborately crafted snifters from a small, gold-banded barrel behind the bar.
“No matter, we’ll liven things up here real soon. I’m looking for a woman — no, not you love, some other time maybe.” He gestured across the bar to a woman of simply indescribable beauty, whom he utterly failed to recognize as Titania. Lounging beside her, Oberon narrowed his eyes, but remained otherwise still.
It had been at least 150 years since the last time a patron had stepped out of line in the Tavern, and the mood of the crowd was positively electric with anticipation. The vampire, bless his shriveled little heart, clearly interpreted this as deference to his prowess.
“The woman I’m looking for is… Egyptian. An Empress. Her very name and image carved off the face of history by her own son. Probably on the masculine side, considering how she managed to pass herself off as a Pharaoh and usurp his reign for 20 years. Just a guess, but probably a 2 or 3 out of 10.”
“I’ve had kings put to death for far less impetuous horse shit than that, young man,” I said. How rude — I looked positively fabulous with a false goatee.
He turned to me with a broad smile and threw his arms wide open. “And here she is, The Empress Undying. The ‘last word’ in all things occult and arcane, so they tell me.” He approached, squinting into the gloom surrounding my dining table. “And wow, I take it all back, for a 3,000 year old mummy, you are surprisingly bang-able. You know I love a girl who plays hard to get, and let’s face it — erased from history, all that jazz — you were difficult to track down, Hatshepsut!”
“Really? I have a page on Wikipedia.”
“That’s not— I mean I prefer— that is, well, primary sources are—”
“Which, if you’d bothered reading, would have told you that Thutmose the Second was not my son, but my step son, and that at 2 years old he was not in the best position to rule when my husband passed. Not to mention it was actually his bratty son Amenhotep who ordered the whole defacing of my icons thing.” Which is also untrue. I ate my own name as part of my Ascension. But he doesn’t need to know the details of my life.
“Here’s your drinks boys,” Catherine said behind him with her typically cheerful demeanor as she set the tray of snifters down between Lestat’s posse. “Seeing as how it’s your first round at the Tavern, darlings, this one’s on the house.”
The vampires grabbed their drinks without so much as a thank you. Lestat wisely took the interruption as a reprieve from this sudden hiccup in whatever grand plan it was he had in mind for me, and retreated to the support of his minions. One of them sniffed at the drink suspiciously, while the others simply threw them back like shots and immediately grimaced. One got it down before sputtering and coughing uproariously, the other two spit it out back into their snifters.
“What is this shit?”
“That’s Ambrosia, darling,” Catherine said as she gently patted the coughing vamp on his back. “Nectar of the gods. It’s a bit of an acquired taste for sure, and most people do prefer to sip it. They say it’s ‘too much sensation’ for us lesser beings.”
“They don’t want Ambrosia, you wench,” Lestat howled, “they want blood!”
“Well I’m sorry darling, but we don’t serve blood here. You asked for a round of our ‘finest libations,’ and there’s no drink finer than Ambrosia in the Tavern, nor outside of it as I’ve ever heard. That barrel over there was handed off by Hermes himself.”
One of the vampires dashed his drink on the floor and pointed at Catherine.
“You’ve got blood, don’t you lass?”
“That will be enough.” The tavern keeper’s soft, mellifluous voice draped over the exchange like a weighted blanket. “I’ve served you drinks, and in return you have been exceedingly impolite to my establishment, my staff, and my patrons. Learn the meaning of deference before you visit next, for you will not be well-received without it. Now, leave.”
Lestat’s four hulking minions might have succumbed to the spell of the keeper’s voice had not their ring-leader, to his detriment, managed to shake out of it.
“Leave? No, we just got here,” he turned back to me, “and I’m not finished with her.”
“But I am finished with you,” I said.
“Ten,” the keeper said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar.
“The only reason I haven’t ended your miserable existence thus far,” I continued, “is out of deference to my elders. It is not my right to take your life inside the walls of this Tavern. I suppose I’ll soon be forced to do it outside, but do understand, I’ll approach that no differently than I would stepping on a scarab.”
“Nine.”
“The truth of it is, 'Dread Prince,' that you are not worth the breath spent uttering your ridiculous name.”
“Not worth your time, am I? I’ll show you what your time is worth, you decrepit bitch!”
“Eight,” the tavern keeper said, and Lestat flung an outstretched claw in his direction while hissing out a spell in medieval Latin.
Generously translated, it came out to roughly
He turned and caught Catherine in the hypnotic gaze his kind uses to trap their prey, and strolled leisurely back over to his group. I crossed my arms.
“Sorry ‘darling,’ but I like my meals a little toasty.”
He hissed in his awful Latin again, along the lines of
“How do you like me now?”
I pushed my untouched salad, now flecked with Catherine’s blood, away from me on the table and let out a deep sigh.
“First, your grasp of Latin is elementary at best, you really should have practiced more before coming to see me. No,
I pinched my forefinger to the thumb to seal the air inside his lungs. He stumbled back and clutched at his neck in surprise — he wasn’t going to suffocate of course, but it’s an unpleasant feeling for sure if you haven’t yet come to the realization that you don’t actually need to breathe in undeath.
“Of course it is the intent that matters somewhat more-so than the language used — but, and I cannot stress this enough, good syntax simply never hurts. The age of your language also should not be overlooked. The older the language, the truer it is to the One Tongue of Magic, before it was fractured and the tower fell. You came with a form of Ecclesiastical Latin from around the 12th century, taught to Catholic priests. Underwhelming at best. You should have at least brought Classical Latin from the time of the Caesars, that would have shown me you were trying.
“Second, you demonstrate a lack of finesse that is simply appalling. I will commend your creativity in bringing your own spells to demonstrate. It is a key craft that many young students of the occult struggle with terribly for many years. You are also clearly capable of drawing significant power to bear, which is always a good start. However, the path to enduring success in the arcane arts isn’t power, it’s efficiency. What you did worked, but it took far more power than it needed to. I can think of a dozen ways to boil someone’s blood off the top of my head, and none of them require much more focus or power than this.”
I released my fingers, letting the air out of his lungs in an involuntary wheeze.
“Since you were turned, I suspect you’ve never met a door you couldn’t break down with brute force. But that’s only because until today, you never really went looking for one.
“Third, and most damning of the indictments against you is this: you absolutely and utterly failed to read the room, nor did you accept the un-earned grace that was offered to you. Thus ends our impromptu lesson, prince. Good luck.”
I leaned back and draped my arms across the cushions of my booth, while Lestat yanked one of his minions to their feet and stood behind him, tensing for a fight.
“Mother… fucker…” came a mutter from under Lestat’s table, as Catherine stirred and rolled over onto her side. The newly-minted vampire lord paused and looked down at her with a furrowed brow.
“Wait, was she not a human? That normally kills humans.” He looked to his cronies, who gave him an array of shrugs and uncertain mumblings.
The vampire cocked his head, clearly trying and failing to work through the declensions and figure out exactly what I had said. I pointed across the room to the tavern keeper, standing up out of the wreckage of his table. Loud crunches of grinding bone sounded from his neck as he rolled his head from side to side, reforming the shattered vertebrae inside it. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then plucked a wrinkled pocket square from his vest and dabbed the corners of his lips.
“Zero,” the keeper said once his larynx had reformed enough for speech. “It’s the medical benefits of her employment package: immunity to death, disease, etc. Cuts the insurance middle-men right out of the picture, I find it’s very efficient.”
“Ah.” Lestat eyed the keeper, far too late showing the slightest hint of caution or concern. “So she’s human, but you’re not. Well then, what are you?”
“Immortal,” the Keeper replied simply, as he plucked a shard of glass out of his skull and tossed it aside. It landed with a loud tinkle in the otherwise silent room.
“That means nothing,” Prince Lestat waved his hand dismissively. “I’m immortal. Half your bloody patrons are—”
“No,” the keeper cut him off as he straightened out his vest and stepped out of the wreckage of the table. “You are ageless, thanks to the curse of undeath upon you. That is a very different thing than being immortal. Numerous vampire lords you’ve killed in the last few months would attest to this, were they not dead, no? They may not like to acknowledge it, but this is a simple fact that every entity in this establishment is keenly aware of, save for you.”
Lestat said nothing, but his body language spoke volumes for him, as he shrunk half a step backward toward the support of his underlings.
“My patrons from the Fey realms, or the Abyss? They experience death on this plane of existence as a banishment back to their own. But once there, they age and die the same as all other creatures in existence, if perhaps at a different rate than a human does. My dear employee Catherine, whom you’ve treated with such brazen disrespect, will live as long as she wishes to. But some day, be it centuries or millennia from now, she will grow tired of life, and request I terminate her contract.”
He gestured to me, seated in my quiet, dark corner, and a chill ran down my spine.
“Even the Empress Undying, whom you unwisely came looking for tonight, will only survive so long as she maintains the numerous spells and failsafes she has crafted to preserve and extend her unnatural life.”
My thoughts flickered in succession through my 5 phylacteries, painstakingly secreted away in sealed and warded caches both near and far-flung — and I watched in horror as the keeper’s eyes lifted briefly to the keystone of the stone arch over his doorway, then settled on me, and he winked.
By the gods, my cold heart would have skipped a beat were it able. How did he find it out? Or, more likely: has he simply always known?
“One day, when she has grown tired of this endless upkeep, she too will come to me for release. You see, Edwin, everything dies eventually.”
He held his hand calmly out to his side, and wisps of shadow materialized and snaked through the air into his grasp. The Dread Prince Lestat — Edwin — first shivered, then spasmed, and finally, as his entourage withdrew from him in horror, collapsed in a fit of convulsions. The shadows continued to flow into the keeper’s outstretched hand, gaining solidity and texture, until he was left holding his implement: a bowed farmer’s scythe, worn and battered, but with a keen edge that felt dizzying and somehow wrong to look upon. The keeper stepped forward.
“Everything dies, except for me.”
Been wanting to get back into writing for a while and came across this response I half-wrote last year.
Original prompt either here or here , honestly not sure which one I originally happened across anymore.
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The Old Ways aren’t rules, they’re just how you come to behave once you’ve lived through a few revolutions of the cycle. They’re also not written or codified in any way, but if I had to articulate the particular tenet that seems most abhorrent to our most recent newcomers, it would be this: Respect is owed to your elders, because they’ve already damn-well earned it in the past.
The recent upheaval in the supernatural underworld wasn’t particularly upsetting, or even that surprising: some newly-minted vamp shaking things up, gathering a following, killing off a few of the established vampire lords. I don’t overlap much with the neck-biter scene, so it wasn’t very concerning to me. But as ill-luck would have it, he kept growing more famous, and thus harder to avoid hearing about.
He was turned fairly late for a vampire, in his 40s, having already led a deeply troubling life steeped in conspiracy theory, hoax, and rabbit holes into the occult. So rather than take the traditional path toward amassing strength for a vamp — which is basically just to feed regularly and get older — he instead continued his dive into the occult. To his credit, this did score him the power he needed to oppose (and depose) many of the vampire lords of London; to his detriment, it also placed him rather firmly on a collision course with me.
I’d put a handful of wards and contingencies in place out of habit, but I wasn’t particularly concerned. Vampires are about as dangerous to me as… eh… now that I think of it, I don’t have a great analogy on hand for this. There isn’t much that’s truly all that dangerous to me at all, anymore — about as dangerous as a mosquito, I guess? In that I’d be annoyed if one bit me?
Still, he did manage to surprise me, if only because I never thought he’d be stupid enough to come for me there, in the Tavern. But like I said: in this storied community, the impetuous youth flaunt or ignore the Old Ways at their own peril. And it had started as such a nice, quiet night, with me seated at my usual booth in its dimly lit, secluded corner of the restaurant.
The head server of the Tavern is a lovely woman, seemingly 30 to 40 years of age, who despite the many years she’s spent in England, still speaks with an accent from the American south. Her ethnic heritage is clearly from a region further south-west in Africa than my own.
“Of course, thank you Catherine,” I replied as she placed an impeccably plated salad on the table before me. It was one of my favorites at the Tavern, a delightful little number with tender bamboo shoots, and some kind of sweet and spicy mustard vinaigrette. Catherine smiled and whisked off toward another table. I folded a piece of baby spinach over an arugula leaf and pinned them to a bamboo shoot with my fork, and had just lifted them to my lips when the doors to the Tavern slammed open into the walls of the entryway. The small, decorative windows in the doors shattered on impact, showering the hostess’ podium with shards of glass.
Most groups of vampires want to be called ‘covens.’ Some of the weirder, extra culty groups prefer the term ‘hive.’ Judging by the collection of washed out, middle-aged vampire bros who sauntered in through the broken doors, I can only assume this group called themselves something extra stupid, like ‘the posse.’
He was immediately evident. His four goons looked like your average jocks who’d had neither the skill to go pro, nor the sense to plan for anything else in life, and had spent their subsequent years in disappointment of themselves and others.
“Barkeep! A round of your finest libations for the entourage of…” the fucker actually paused, as though for dramatic effect, “the Dread Prince Lestat!”
An audible groan of disgust rose from a table of Lesser Devils in the next alcove down from mine. Abyssal-speech is difficult to decipher even when there isn’t a group of demons all talking over one another, but I did manage to make out from one of them, a trickster muse by the name of Mamenoche,
The keeper of the tavern, for his part, simply raised an eyebrow while he wiped down a freshly washed stein with a drying rag. He nodded to an empty table. “Take a seat, we’ll be right with you,” he said, and then turned away to shelve the clean glass.
The keeper is a slight man, of average height, perhaps in his early to mid 50s. He wears the same costume every day: dark brown slacks and a burgundy tweed vest over a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. His voice is rich and resonant, and though soft-spoken, he is never difficult to hear. Beyond that, I can only say that the tavern keeper looks exactly as you think he would, and do understand that I mean that literally. His features, his hair, the color of his skin: they all exist only in the eyes of the beholder. It’s part of the Glamour.
The four underlings slid chairs out from the table and plopped down with what some of my younger students have recently informed me is known as the ‘Riker maneuver.’ Lestat remained standing and circled the table while he addressed the patrons.
“Well, well, well. So this is the storied Tavern. Drinking hole for the Greats of the underworld, the movers and shakers, the true titans of the occult.” He smirked and paused for effect again. “At least now it is. Bit of a slow day before I got here, eh barkeep?”
The keeper responded with silence as he filled five elaborately crafted snifters from a small, gold-banded barrel behind the bar.
“No matter, we’ll liven things up here real soon. I’m looking for a woman — no, not you love, some other time maybe.” He gestured across the bar to a woman of simply indescribable beauty, whom he utterly failed to recognize as Titania. Lounging beside her, Oberon narrowed his eyes, but remained otherwise still.
It had been at least 150 years since the last time a patron had stepped out of line in the Tavern, and the mood of the crowd was positively electric with anticipation. The vampire, bless his shriveled little heart, clearly interpreted this as deference to his prowess.
“The woman I’m looking for is… Egyptian. An Empress. Her very name and image carved off the face of history by her own son. Probably on the masculine side, considering how she managed to pass herself off as a Pharaoh and usurp his reign for 20 years. Just a guess, but probably a 2 or 3 out of 10.”
“I’ve had kings put to death for far less impetuous horse shit than that, young man,” I said. How rude — I looked positively fabulous with a false goatee.
He turned to me with a broad smile and threw his arms wide open. “And here she is, The Empress Undying. The ‘last word’ in all things occult and arcane, so they tell me.” He approached, squinting into the gloom surrounding my dining table. “And wow, I take it all back, for a 3,000 year old mummy, you are surprisingly bang-able. You know I love a girl who plays hard to get, and let’s face it — erased from history, all that jazz — you were difficult to track down, Hatshepsut!”
“Really? I have a page on Wikipedia.”
“That’s not— I mean I prefer— that is, well, primary sources are—”
“Which, if you’d bothered reading, would have told you that Thutmose the Second was not my son, but my step son, and that at 2 years old he was not in the best position to rule when my husband passed. Not to mention it was actually his bratty son Amenhotep who ordered the whole defacing of my icons thing.” Which is also untrue. I ate my own name as part of my Ascension. But he doesn’t need to know the details of my life.
“Here’s your drinks boys,” Catherine said behind him with her typically cheerful demeanor as she set the tray of snifters down between Lestat’s posse. “Seeing as how it’s your first round at the Tavern, darlings, this one’s on the house.”
The vampires grabbed their drinks without so much as a thank you. Lestat wisely took the interruption as a reprieve from this sudden hiccup in whatever grand plan it was he had in mind for me, and retreated to the support of his minions. One of them sniffed at the drink suspiciously, while the others simply threw them back like shots and immediately grimaced. One got it down before sputtering and coughing uproariously, the other two spit it out back into their snifters.
“What is this shit?”
“That’s Ambrosia, darling,” Catherine said as she gently patted the coughing vamp on his back. “Nectar of the gods. It’s a bit of an acquired taste for sure, and most people do prefer to sip it. They say it’s ‘too much sensation’ for us lesser beings.”
“They don’t want Ambrosia, you wench,” Lestat howled, “they want blood!”
“Well I’m sorry darling, but we don’t serve blood here. You asked for a round of our ‘finest libations,’ and there’s no drink finer than Ambrosia in the Tavern, nor outside of it as I’ve ever heard. That barrel over there was handed off by Hermes himself.”
One of the vampires dashed his drink on the floor and pointed at Catherine.
“You’ve got blood, don’t you lass?”
“That will be enough.” The tavern keeper’s soft, mellifluous voice draped over the exchange like a weighted blanket. “I’ve served you drinks, and in return you have been exceedingly impolite to my establishment, my staff, and my patrons. Learn the meaning of deference before you visit next, for you will not be well-received without it. Now, leave.”
Lestat’s four hulking minions might have succumbed to the spell of the keeper’s voice had not their ring-leader, to his detriment, managed to shake out of it.
“Leave? No, we just got here,” he turned back to me, “and I’m not finished with her.”
“But I am finished with you,” I said.
“Ten,” the keeper said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar.
“The only reason I haven’t ended your miserable existence thus far,” I continued, “is out of deference to my elders. It is not my right to take your life inside the walls of this Tavern. I suppose I’ll soon be forced to do it outside, but do understand, I’ll approach that no differently than I would stepping on a scarab.”
“Nine.”
“The truth of it is, 'Dread Prince,' that you are not worth the breath spent uttering your ridiculous name.”
“Not worth your time, am I? I’ll show you what your time is worth, you decrepit bitch!”
“Eight,” the tavern keeper said, and Lestat flung an outstretched claw in his direction while hissing out a spell in medieval Latin.
Generously translated, it came out to roughly
He turned and caught Catherine in the hypnotic gaze his kind uses to trap their prey, and strolled leisurely back over to his group. I crossed my arms.
“Sorry ‘darling,’ but I like my meals a little toasty.”
He hissed in his awful Latin again, along the lines of
“How do you like me now?”
I pushed my untouched salad, now flecked with Catherine’s blood, away from me on the table and let out a deep sigh.
“First, your grasp of Latin is elementary at best, you really should have practiced more before coming to see me. No,
I pinched my forefinger to the thumb to seal the air inside his lungs. He stumbled back and clutched at his neck in surprise — he wasn’t going to suffocate of course, but it’s an unpleasant feeling for sure if you haven’t yet come to the realization that you don’t actually need to breathe in undeath.
“Of course it is the intent that matters somewhat more-so than the language used — but, and I cannot stress this enough, good syntax simply never hurts. The age of your language also should not be overlooked. The older the language, the truer it is to the One Tongue of Magic, before it was fractured and the tower fell. You came with a form of Ecclesiastical Latin from around the 12th century, taught to Catholic priests. Underwhelming at best. You should have at least brought Classical Latin from the time of the Caesars, that would have shown me you were trying.
“Second, you demonstrate a lack of finesse that is simply appalling. I will commend your creativity in bringing your own spells to demonstrate. It is a key craft that many young students of the occult struggle with terribly for many years. You are also clearly capable of drawing significant power to bear, which is always a good start. However, the path to enduring success in the arcane arts isn’t power, it’s efficiency. What you did worked, but it took far more power than it needed to. I can think of a dozen ways to boil someone’s blood off the top of my head, and none of them require much more focus or power than this.”
I released my fingers, letting the air out of his lungs in an involuntary wheeze.
“Since you were turned, I suspect you’ve never met a door you couldn’t break down with brute force. But that’s only because until today, you never really went looking for one.
“Third, and most damning of the indictments against you is this: you absolutely and utterly failed to read the room, nor did you accept the un-earned grace that was offered to you. Thus ends our impromptu lesson, prince. Good luck.”
I leaned back and draped my arms across the cushions of my booth, while Lestat yanked one of his minions to their feet and stood behind him, tensing for a fight.
“Mother… fucker…” came a mutter from under Lestat’s table, as Catherine stirred and rolled over onto her side. The newly-minted vampire lord paused and looked down at her with a furrowed brow.
“Wait, was she not a human? That normally kills humans.” He looked to his cronies, who gave him an array of shrugs and uncertain mumblings.
The vampire cocked his head, clearly trying and failing to work through the declensions and figure out exactly what I had said. I pointed across the room to the tavern keeper, standing up out of the wreckage of his table. Loud crunches of grinding bone sounded from his neck as he rolled his head from side to side, reforming the shattered vertebrae inside it. He spat out a mouthful of blood, then plucked a wrinkled pocket square from his vest and dabbed the corners of his lips.
“Zero,” the keeper said once his larynx had reformed enough for speech. “It’s the medical benefits of her employment package: immunity to death, disease, etc. Cuts the insurance middle-men right out of the picture, I find it’s very efficient.”
“Ah.” Lestat eyed the keeper, far too late showing the slightest hint of caution or concern. “So she’s human, but you’re not. Well then, what are you?”
“Immortal,” the Keeper replied simply, as he plucked a shard of glass out of his skull and tossed it aside. It landed with a loud tinkle in the otherwise silent room.
“That means nothing,” Prince Lestat waved his hand dismissively. “I’m immortal. Half your bloody patrons are—”
“No,” the keeper cut him off as he straightened out his vest and stepped out of the wreckage of the table. “You are ageless, thanks to the curse of undeath upon you. That is a very different thing than being immortal. Numerous vampire lords you’ve killed in the last few months would attest to this, were they not dead, no? They may not like to acknowledge it, but this is a simple fact that every entity in this establishment is keenly aware of, save for you.”
Lestat said nothing, but his body language spoke volumes for him, as he shrunk half a step backward toward the support of his underlings.
“My patrons from the Fey realms, or the Abyss? They experience death on this plane of existence as a banishment back to their own. But once there, they age and die the same as all other creatures in existence, if perhaps at a different rate than a human does. My dear employee Catherine, whom you’ve treated with such brazen disrespect, will live as long as she wishes to. But some day, be it centuries or millennia from now, she will grow tired of life, and request I terminate her contract.”
He gestured to me, seated in my quiet, dark corner, and a chill ran down my spine.
“Even the Empress Undying, whom you unwisely came looking for tonight, will only survive so long as she maintains the numerous spells and failsafes she has crafted to preserve and extend her unnatural life.”
My thoughts flickered in succession through my 5 phylacteries, painstakingly secreted away in sealed and warded caches both near and far-flung — and I watched in horror as the keeper’s eyes lifted briefly to the keystone of the stone arch over his doorway, then settled on me, and he winked.
By the gods, my cold heart would have skipped a beat were it able. How did he find it out? Or, more likely: has he simply always known?
“One day, when she has grown tired of this endless upkeep, she too will come to me for release. You see, Edwin, everything dies eventually.”
He held his hand calmly out to his side, and wisps of shadow materialized and snaked through the air into his grasp. The Dread Prince Lestat — Edwin — first shivered, then spasmed, and finally, as his entourage withdrew from him in horror, collapsed in a fit of convulsions. The shadows continued to flow into the keeper’s outstretched hand, gaining solidity and texture, until he was left holding his implement: a bowed farmer’s scythe, worn and battered, but with a keen edge that felt dizzying and somehow wrong to look upon. The keeper stepped forward.
“Everything dies, except for me.”
Original prompt either here or here , honestly not sure which one I originally happened across anymore.
2023.06.07 09:24 Bivekkumar23 Dr. Bivek Kumar is a specialist in prostate, bladder, and urethral cancers
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2023.06.07 07:56 Ok_ishish Not feeling seen... again
Hi all, I've been following this subreddit for a little bit but just never made an account and now something kind of happened that made it so that I just needed a place to vent for a little bit. I was diagnosed with POTS about 4 and a half years ago (took me about 7 years to get the diagnosis) and had an increase in doctor appointments to see a bunch of different specialists since my case was a bit weird and I just needed to work out a treatment plan with each of them. WELL about 3 months ago I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer since they ran a blood panel and there were some major abnormalities and it's actually been getting a bit better since I've been showing some improvement and my tumors haven't gotten any bigger (I'll see this as the only win for now). I thinking living with pots for so long made it so that I became incredibly good at hiding chronic illness just so I could appear normal and happy and healthy but TODAY my family accused me of faking it just because I didn't let them know every single detail about my doctor appointments or take them with me when they offered. I know they were offering the help because they care but that's when they started speculating to each other and not ask me to clarify any questions or concerns they might've had. They sort of enabled each other's jump to conclusions and it spiraled into them believing what the other said AGAIN WITHOUT talking to me first. I spent years dealing with my health issues alone and with POTS being invisible I'm used to people doubting that I actually feel sick and because I'm not showing them the visible "commonly obvious" symptoms from cancer treatments they asked me to send them evidence. I literally can't stand it when I'm accused of lying about something so serious or accused of doing something I did so I did send them my results saying that I had it to confirm but honestly. This was such bullshit. They treated my POTS as just an excuse for me to not do anything disguising there doubt as passive comments and now when I'm going through treatments on my own and feeling as if I'm withering away I get "We aren't accusing you but just want proof because you don't look sick." I really would've rather them just accuse me lying. Something about saying that I don't look sick always gets me. It really just took me back to me first exhibiting symptoms for POTS and just being consistently blown off with disbelief that I'm actually suffering and it just had to get bad to be taken seriously. This was just a vent but I had to get it off of my chest and I'm not even sure if this is the right subreddit but it's just... I would've never found out that I had cancer if it's wasn't for all of the countless tests they ran on me for pots.
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2023.06.07 06:51 PhosphorescentManul Is recycling plastic actually worse for the environment than throwing it away?
So, plastic recycling has been outed as charade that plastic companies created to shift the blame for their plastic waste onto the consumer. I think this has become common knowledge in the last few years. I try to recycle everything I can, but reading about how much waste the plastic recycling industry creates actually makes me feel guilty for recycling. Is it really worse for my water bottle to end up in an American landfill (at worst), than travel across the ocean to be burned/dumped in a developing nation and give criminally underpaid workers cancer? On top of that, most plastics are apparently not even recyclable. This makes me so mad, because I wasted so much time on rinsing, checking labels, and sorting plastic. I would go out of my way to recycle plastic wraps and bags in stores, and now it looks like I might have been exacerbating environmental damage. Apparently, most companies don't even want recycled materials, since they're more expensive and of lower quality than virgin materials. When you account for processing emissions and recycling collection, is it even worth it? To add insult to injury, lots of recycling companies have been exposed for just chucking recycling bin contents into the trash.
Trash sorting is still a huge thing in Europe-is this a similar charade, or do they have a different system of disposal?
I was hoping to get this sub's opinion as well as reliable links to environmental impact calculations. So far in my independent research, I developed this system for myself. Would love to know your opinions, suggestions, and anything you disagree with:
Metals, esp. Aluminum: always recycle, it's super efficient, and sourcing virgin materials requires more energy and causes more damage.
Glass: also recycle, no reason not to. Not as efficient as metals, but still more efficient than sourcing virgin materials.
Cardboard: Recycle as long as it does not have food stains. Also pretty efficient.
Regular paper: Unsure. I recycle it, but I heard that the bleaching process is pretty toxic and the effect is negligible. Would love to hear more input.
Plastic: Since recently, I always throw away anything with food stains. I don't rinse anything anymore so I don't waste water. If I have a regular drink bottle or an item without food residue, I toss it in the recycling bin and hope for the best.
Fabric: My goodwill used to accept fabric, so I would recycle it there. I'm not sure if this is better or worse than throwing it away. I heard that fabrics are shredded for things like couch padding, so it seems to be a net positive.
Batteries and tech: I take it to Best Buy, and they apparently strip the valuable materials and safely dispose of the toxic materials before chucking the rest out. It's probably the best outcome.
Anything contaminated with food, mixed materials, etc.: trash
Thank you all in advance, I look forward to reading your comments.
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Trash sorting is still a huge thing in Europe-is this a similar charade, or do they have a different system of disposal?
I was hoping to get this sub's opinion as well as reliable links to environmental impact calculations. So far in my independent research, I developed this system for myself. Would love to know your opinions, suggestions, and anything you disagree with:
Metals, esp. Aluminum: always recycle, it's super efficient, and sourcing virgin materials requires more energy and causes more damage.
Glass: also recycle, no reason not to. Not as efficient as metals, but still more efficient than sourcing virgin materials.
Cardboard: Recycle as long as it does not have food stains. Also pretty efficient.
Regular paper: Unsure. I recycle it, but I heard that the bleaching process is pretty toxic and the effect is negligible. Would love to hear more input.
Plastic: Since recently, I always throw away anything with food stains. I don't rinse anything anymore so I don't waste water. If I have a regular drink bottle or an item without food residue, I toss it in the recycling bin and hope for the best.
Fabric: My goodwill used to accept fabric, so I would recycle it there. I'm not sure if this is better or worse than throwing it away. I heard that fabrics are shredded for things like couch padding, so it seems to be a net positive.
Batteries and tech: I take it to Best Buy, and they apparently strip the valuable materials and safely dispose of the toxic materials before chucking the rest out. It's probably the best outcome.
Anything contaminated with food, mixed materials, etc.: trash
Thank you all in advance, I look forward to reading your comments.
2023.06.07 06:48 talonrequiresskill Best response to Marines not invading Normandy?
 | Best response I’ve heard is “Marines were too busy in the pacific getting revenge on the enemy that spilled American blood”. I heard a Sgt tell a Specialist, “which had more medal of honors, Iwo Jima or Normandy?” submitted by talonrequiresskill to USMC [link] [comments] Let me hear some other ones |
2023.06.07 06:30 Medical-Sir-5964 common app essay idea. please tell me if you like it before i start writing
i was going to talk about how my family friend died of cancer and how we were able to see the affect it had on the family and how it was sad and troublesome. but then how i started an american cancer society club at my schooling and raised thousands to help fund research and partipcate in the aurora summer camp for cancer kids to help them through it mentally.
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2023.06.07 06:30 Benjamin8161 Top cancer hospitals?
Looking for recommendations for top oncology specialists in the world.
I am a patient diagnosed with Mets Neck cancer stage IV. I am curious to hear what the top hospitals are that specialize in this type of disease.
Thank you
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I am a patient diagnosed with Mets Neck cancer stage IV. I am curious to hear what the top hospitals are that specialize in this type of disease.
Thank you
2023.06.07 06:06 45securityenvelope canadian asian debating whether to apply to america
Demographic:
Canadian, asian, 2nd generation
international private school, test optional, need aid
Hooks: lgbt
Stats:
IB Diploma
Predicted 7s: Math AA HL, Physics HL, Chemistry HL, Econ SLPredicts 6s: English A SL, French B SL
40-41/42
Test optional (i guess i could do the SAT in aug but idk if ill apply to america)
Major Applying For:
computer science, software engineering, mech engineering
ECs:
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Canadian, asian, 2nd generation
international private school, test optional, need aid
Hooks: lgbt
Stats:
IB Diploma
Predicted 7s: Math AA HL, Physics HL, Chemistry HL, Econ SLPredicts 6s: English A SL, French B SL
40-41/42
Test optional (i guess i could do the SAT in aug but idk if ill apply to america)
Major Applying For:
computer science, software engineering, mech engineering
ECs:
- Student council co-president
- planned a lot of different events managed around ~40 people
- Planned school fundraiser raising $15k+ for Kids with Cancer society
- Executive in some other clubs including computers club, key club, and mental health club getting certificate in suicide training and crisis support
- key club partnering with schools in underprivileged communities to provide supports and weekly activities
- partnered underpriveleged kids with volunteer tutors
- Piano
- original composition featured in local festival promoting musical literacy for kids
- original composition featured in local short film
- original composition played at school concert
- Cyberpatriots team leader (national semifinalist)
- Developed app for school where club execs can post upcoming news and events so everyone is kept up to date
- Programmed new voting system and counting program (alternative vote) to replace bad google forms voting system (First Past the Post) for our schools elections
- Manager of student store (profits of more than $10k) that sells snacks n shit
- used to fund students on volunteer trip in developing nation for summer
- (this one is dumb i know lol) Creator of minecraft server with more than 15k unique joins and profiting $800+ (middle school)
- programmed custom mods with minigames and custom economies
- managed 50+ staff
- also 4th place team in north american minecraft building competition lol (won $200)
- assisted comp sci teacher teach small rural class computer science in the summer
- science museum and food bank volunteering
- programmed a game winning 3rd place in national competition (winning $2500)
- original composition winning 2nd place in international composition competition (not competitive but admissions doesnt have to know that)
- cyber patriots team was national semifinalist
- short story featured in national anthology
- a bunch of school awards
- highest average (grade 9)
- citizenship and leadership awards
- computer science and science awards
- regional robotics and science competition awards (not competitive lol)
- tutored teacher's son and small class
- tutored for a local company (middle school math and science)
- essay probably about tutoring and about how silly little kids are and how theyve taught me so much (like how to make $100 from selling koolaid during lunch) and how thats shaped my perspective on shit
- waterloo, ubc, u of t, mcgill
2023.06.07 05:44 MaryNope Dad's Journey Has Come to an End
I wanted to share my dad's story in hopes that it helps someone else. This is going to be long, but I need to get it out and I feel like you guys understand. I've commented a few times, and posted myself once.
Dad's story began months before we knew he was sick with loss of feeling in his hands which he chalked up to be diabetic peripheral neuropathy, vision changes, growing anxiety and sense of doom, and extreme tiredness. He's 68 and has had a quadruple bypass, prostate issues, anemia, afib, you name it. At the end of February he was helping me replace vanities in my bathrooms and could barely walk across Home Depot without needing to stop for a rest. His gait was so slow, he was almost shuffling to walk. He said he had been feeling like "everything took one big step to the left." On March 9th, he woke up and tried to get out of bed but fell on the floor. My stepmom took him to the emergency room where he went in for a CT scan and MRI. They found a plum-sized tumor on the right side of his frontal lobe. Two days later he went in for craniotomy/resection and the tumor was removed almost entirely. He received the GBM diagnosis a day later. Two days after that, he was released to a rehab hospital where he spent five days doing PT ad OT. He was so hopeful, but so sad. He worked his butt off to be able to put on shoes, get dressed, go to the bathroom, bathe, and get in and out of a vehicle so that he could go home. He never regained full mobility and needed help mostly with toileting. He was released ahead of schedule. He was elated and told me to gun it out of the parking lot before "someone realizes they made a mistake and make me go back inside."
The oncologist was encouraging and positive, his tumor was methylated, and all signs indicated he should have plenty of time left. He and my stepmom had just sold their house and bought a new one 200 miles away, so they opted to use American Cancer Society resources to cover an extended stay hotel during his 6 weeks of treatment. He wanted to stay with me, but worried about sharing a bathroom with my 7 year old while taking chemo. The risk of exposure was a concern, plus my house is so small. By this point, he was also not eating much because he said food tasted repulsive. This aversion to food only got worse as he started treatment. My stepmom nagged him constantly to eat. I think it is the one thing she felt like she could control so she fixated on it. After radiation and chemo started, he was constantly exhausted. He slept so much and ate so little. He either had constipation or diarrhea. He told me he was so tired of the constant stress from my stepmom, and feeling like he was going from one issue to the next with no relief. He hated being dependent on others. He started to require help peeing because he couldn't control his stream and would make a mess. The defeat he felt when I had to help him put on his pants and clean up after one of his accidents. He cried so much and seemed so sad and so lost. I assumed we didn't have a lot of time, so I was sure to clear the air on old issues, and I made sure to tell him every day how much he is loved, how much he is appreciated, and how much he matters to our family. My stepmom was showing signs of caregiver burnout and started to act like she resented his needs. I asked her to bring him to my house every day. If she asked for help, I dropped everything to help her. She kept mentioning putting him into a nursing facility, threatening to put him on a feeding tube, and treating him like he was a child who couldn't think for himself. I finally had to tell her that if she didn't start treating him with compassion, she needed to leave. Dad was miserable, but when he was with me we talked, I teased him, he smiled a little. He said how much he appreciated being treated normally because everyone had started treating him differently. I just wanted to make sure that whatever time he had left was filled with the good things in life, that his suffering wasn't made worse. She kept telling him to stop feeling sorry for himself and was annoyed when he cried. He saved his falling apart and grief for when he came to my house. I held him and consoled him. My turn to scare away the monsters after all the support he gave me throughout my life.
Two weeks ago, his oncology team became alarmed at his lab work. His kidney function had rapidly deteriorated and his white and red blood cell counts had dropped. My stepmom insisted on leaving that appointment to take him to their primary care doctor to look at a wound on his foot that had grown. She is blaming the oncology nurses for not alerting her to the labs, or stopping her from leaving. If you couldn't tell, she can be stubborn and controlling. She feels someone should have seen he was dropping into the danger zone for kidney function and blood production long before then. The primary care doctor told her to disregard the sore and go straight to the emergency room. I rushed there to be with them and sat with Dad all night. They immediately stopped the chemo pill and called his oncology/radiology team to notify them. He had two weeks left of treatment and had been looking forward to regaining his energy and sense of taste. We had been making plans for what he wanted to do when he got home. Camping, fishing, etc. In the hospital, he was so confused. He kept grabbing my hand and asking me if he was still alive. He said he felt like he was slipping away and about to go to the other side. I asked what he meant and he said the room we were in was a machine-created construct, that he wanted to sleep, but he didn't want the big sleep. The doctors said his kidney function was slowly improving but his blood counts remained low after two platelet and 7 blood transfusions. His bone marrow had essentially shut down completely. I left for my nephew's high school graduation on Friday. On Sunday morning, my stepmom called and said the doctors didn't think they could do anything else. Dad was not responding to treatment and they couldn't keep him. I said, "it is time to go on Hospice and it is time to bring him home." She made him record a video telling all of us he agreed to go on Hospice. My sister and I drove 200 miles to get to the hospital to sit with him. Now he was rambling and extremely confused, talking constantly, and he had developed the gurgling cough. A nurse asked if we had other siblings and we said yes. "Do they know they need to come see him right away?"
On Monday, May 29th, medical transportation drove Dad 200 miles from the hospital to his home. When they arrived, Dad was more confused and uncomfortable than ever. My stepmom was insisting people wear masks and was fussing around about things that, in retrospect, made no difference, but allowed her to control the situation. We let her do it because everyone copes differently. Dad was set up in the living room and the Hospice nurse came to assess him. He was exhausted and mostly sleeping after getting pain meds. The nurse told us she would be surprised if he lived through the night. She also said that kidney failure may be one of the better ways to die because it isn't painful, you just get more and more loopy as the toxins build up, and then you go peacefully. My aunt arrived and he instantly woke up and started talking. We gathered around him and shared our love, cried with him, held him, told him he was finally home and everything would be ok. He gave each of us little nuggets of personalized love. Called each of us by his nickname for us. It was a beautiful gift to receive that closure. Unfortunately, as the evening wore on he kept talking constantly and became more and more agitated. He said some really crazy stuff. My stepmom gave him more pain and anxiety meds. We sent everyone home to sleep. He didn't stop. She got me up at 1 AM and said she couldn't sleep and couldn't stand the talking and needed to sleep. So I spent the night comforting him, stopping him from pulling out his catheter and trying to get up. The Hospice nurse returned and immediately started morphine, Ativan, and Haldol. He finally slept. He woke up very briefly throughout the day and asked for water. We spent the evening praying with and singing to him. On Wednesday he was completely comatose and the coughing got worse. I whispered to him that I knew there was so much more he wanted to do, but that his body was tired and it was ok for him to go if he wanted to go. The Hospice nurse told us to increase the frequency of meds and told us to prepare. At 10:30 PM, my aunt ran to tell me to come quickly. At 10:40 PM, he took 3 long, deep breaths, and then he was gone.
Weeks ago I asked him what he wanted people to remember about him and pushed record on my phone. He thought for a long time. He cried. He thought some more. And then he said, "I just want people to know they are loved. At no cost to them."
I don't know if this will help anyone. Everyone's case is different. We thought we had more time. I was not in attendance at all of his weekly lab reviews, so I have no idea what was discussed. What I will say is if your loved one was already in poor health, had comorbidities like heart disease and diabetes and anemia before their GBM diagnosis, have a frank discussion with the oncology team about whether or not they are healthy enough for chemo. It might have made a difference for my dad. Get nursing help or Hospice involved early so you can focus on supporting them emotionally while a professional supports their medical needs. My stepmom declared herself his nurse and neglected his emotional needs and downplayed his suffering. He needed support and instead got lectures about crying too much and not eating enough. Please talk to your loved one like they are normal. Don't talk down to them or treat them like they are different, and please make the most of every second you have with them.
Also, f*** glioblastoma.
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Dad's story began months before we knew he was sick with loss of feeling in his hands which he chalked up to be diabetic peripheral neuropathy, vision changes, growing anxiety and sense of doom, and extreme tiredness. He's 68 and has had a quadruple bypass, prostate issues, anemia, afib, you name it. At the end of February he was helping me replace vanities in my bathrooms and could barely walk across Home Depot without needing to stop for a rest. His gait was so slow, he was almost shuffling to walk. He said he had been feeling like "everything took one big step to the left." On March 9th, he woke up and tried to get out of bed but fell on the floor. My stepmom took him to the emergency room where he went in for a CT scan and MRI. They found a plum-sized tumor on the right side of his frontal lobe. Two days later he went in for craniotomy/resection and the tumor was removed almost entirely. He received the GBM diagnosis a day later. Two days after that, he was released to a rehab hospital where he spent five days doing PT ad OT. He was so hopeful, but so sad. He worked his butt off to be able to put on shoes, get dressed, go to the bathroom, bathe, and get in and out of a vehicle so that he could go home. He never regained full mobility and needed help mostly with toileting. He was released ahead of schedule. He was elated and told me to gun it out of the parking lot before "someone realizes they made a mistake and make me go back inside."
The oncologist was encouraging and positive, his tumor was methylated, and all signs indicated he should have plenty of time left. He and my stepmom had just sold their house and bought a new one 200 miles away, so they opted to use American Cancer Society resources to cover an extended stay hotel during his 6 weeks of treatment. He wanted to stay with me, but worried about sharing a bathroom with my 7 year old while taking chemo. The risk of exposure was a concern, plus my house is so small. By this point, he was also not eating much because he said food tasted repulsive. This aversion to food only got worse as he started treatment. My stepmom nagged him constantly to eat. I think it is the one thing she felt like she could control so she fixated on it. After radiation and chemo started, he was constantly exhausted. He slept so much and ate so little. He either had constipation or diarrhea. He told me he was so tired of the constant stress from my stepmom, and feeling like he was going from one issue to the next with no relief. He hated being dependent on others. He started to require help peeing because he couldn't control his stream and would make a mess. The defeat he felt when I had to help him put on his pants and clean up after one of his accidents. He cried so much and seemed so sad and so lost. I assumed we didn't have a lot of time, so I was sure to clear the air on old issues, and I made sure to tell him every day how much he is loved, how much he is appreciated, and how much he matters to our family. My stepmom was showing signs of caregiver burnout and started to act like she resented his needs. I asked her to bring him to my house every day. If she asked for help, I dropped everything to help her. She kept mentioning putting him into a nursing facility, threatening to put him on a feeding tube, and treating him like he was a child who couldn't think for himself. I finally had to tell her that if she didn't start treating him with compassion, she needed to leave. Dad was miserable, but when he was with me we talked, I teased him, he smiled a little. He said how much he appreciated being treated normally because everyone had started treating him differently. I just wanted to make sure that whatever time he had left was filled with the good things in life, that his suffering wasn't made worse. She kept telling him to stop feeling sorry for himself and was annoyed when he cried. He saved his falling apart and grief for when he came to my house. I held him and consoled him. My turn to scare away the monsters after all the support he gave me throughout my life.
Two weeks ago, his oncology team became alarmed at his lab work. His kidney function had rapidly deteriorated and his white and red blood cell counts had dropped. My stepmom insisted on leaving that appointment to take him to their primary care doctor to look at a wound on his foot that had grown. She is blaming the oncology nurses for not alerting her to the labs, or stopping her from leaving. If you couldn't tell, she can be stubborn and controlling. She feels someone should have seen he was dropping into the danger zone for kidney function and blood production long before then. The primary care doctor told her to disregard the sore and go straight to the emergency room. I rushed there to be with them and sat with Dad all night. They immediately stopped the chemo pill and called his oncology/radiology team to notify them. He had two weeks left of treatment and had been looking forward to regaining his energy and sense of taste. We had been making plans for what he wanted to do when he got home. Camping, fishing, etc. In the hospital, he was so confused. He kept grabbing my hand and asking me if he was still alive. He said he felt like he was slipping away and about to go to the other side. I asked what he meant and he said the room we were in was a machine-created construct, that he wanted to sleep, but he didn't want the big sleep. The doctors said his kidney function was slowly improving but his blood counts remained low after two platelet and 7 blood transfusions. His bone marrow had essentially shut down completely. I left for my nephew's high school graduation on Friday. On Sunday morning, my stepmom called and said the doctors didn't think they could do anything else. Dad was not responding to treatment and they couldn't keep him. I said, "it is time to go on Hospice and it is time to bring him home." She made him record a video telling all of us he agreed to go on Hospice. My sister and I drove 200 miles to get to the hospital to sit with him. Now he was rambling and extremely confused, talking constantly, and he had developed the gurgling cough. A nurse asked if we had other siblings and we said yes. "Do they know they need to come see him right away?"
On Monday, May 29th, medical transportation drove Dad 200 miles from the hospital to his home. When they arrived, Dad was more confused and uncomfortable than ever. My stepmom was insisting people wear masks and was fussing around about things that, in retrospect, made no difference, but allowed her to control the situation. We let her do it because everyone copes differently. Dad was set up in the living room and the Hospice nurse came to assess him. He was exhausted and mostly sleeping after getting pain meds. The nurse told us she would be surprised if he lived through the night. She also said that kidney failure may be one of the better ways to die because it isn't painful, you just get more and more loopy as the toxins build up, and then you go peacefully. My aunt arrived and he instantly woke up and started talking. We gathered around him and shared our love, cried with him, held him, told him he was finally home and everything would be ok. He gave each of us little nuggets of personalized love. Called each of us by his nickname for us. It was a beautiful gift to receive that closure. Unfortunately, as the evening wore on he kept talking constantly and became more and more agitated. He said some really crazy stuff. My stepmom gave him more pain and anxiety meds. We sent everyone home to sleep. He didn't stop. She got me up at 1 AM and said she couldn't sleep and couldn't stand the talking and needed to sleep. So I spent the night comforting him, stopping him from pulling out his catheter and trying to get up. The Hospice nurse returned and immediately started morphine, Ativan, and Haldol. He finally slept. He woke up very briefly throughout the day and asked for water. We spent the evening praying with and singing to him. On Wednesday he was completely comatose and the coughing got worse. I whispered to him that I knew there was so much more he wanted to do, but that his body was tired and it was ok for him to go if he wanted to go. The Hospice nurse told us to increase the frequency of meds and told us to prepare. At 10:30 PM, my aunt ran to tell me to come quickly. At 10:40 PM, he took 3 long, deep breaths, and then he was gone.
Weeks ago I asked him what he wanted people to remember about him and pushed record on my phone. He thought for a long time. He cried. He thought some more. And then he said, "I just want people to know they are loved. At no cost to them."
I don't know if this will help anyone. Everyone's case is different. We thought we had more time. I was not in attendance at all of his weekly lab reviews, so I have no idea what was discussed. What I will say is if your loved one was already in poor health, had comorbidities like heart disease and diabetes and anemia before their GBM diagnosis, have a frank discussion with the oncology team about whether or not they are healthy enough for chemo. It might have made a difference for my dad. Get nursing help or Hospice involved early so you can focus on supporting them emotionally while a professional supports their medical needs. My stepmom declared herself his nurse and neglected his emotional needs and downplayed his suffering. He needed support and instead got lectures about crying too much and not eating enough. Please talk to your loved one like they are normal. Don't talk down to them or treat them like they are different, and please make the most of every second you have with them.
Also, f*** glioblastoma.
2023.06.07 05:26 savingaccount3 Henry’s fork walk in access questions (will send flies)
Hi everyone, I’m having a last minute trip up to Whitefish this week and going through Dillon Montana. I have time to fish the Henry’s fork one afternoon. I’m from salt lake and have experience with the rivers around the state but not much else. Could anyone give me the scoop on public access and good places to try? I don’t need a honey hole, just somewhere I won’t get a ticket. Feel free to DM and I will send you 12 hand tied flies. Maybe 24 if you want zebra midges. Thanks!
P.s also going to end up in glacier if anyone has tips for there
Pps I’m wading, I know the rivers in Idaho are bigger than Utah, don’t want to get swept away
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P.s also going to end up in glacier if anyone has tips for there
Pps I’m wading, I know the rivers in Idaho are bigger than Utah, don’t want to get swept away
2023.06.07 05:11 Dinoboy225 What would Godzilla’s atomic breath sound like?
So I’ve seen a video a while back about what Godzilla’s roar would actually sound like, and the conclusion is that it would basically be so loud that it would kill you before you got a chance to actually hear it. But what would his famous radioactive breath sound like?
The movies themselves have different interpretations of what it would sound like. A low pitched rumbling in the Showa and Heisei series, a higher pitched hum in the Millennium series and Shin Godzilla, and the MonsterVerse Godzilla’s crackling. But after dabbling in some science hippy lore, I think the Showa and Heisei series come the closest in terms of sound.
Godzilla’s atomic breath (at least in the MonsterVerse) is a scalding 500,000 degrees Celsius (or 900,032 degrees Fahrenheit for all the American science hippies), that is way hotter than lightning and makes the surface of the sun feel like dying candle flame in comparison, and also means that the breath is comprised completely of plasma.
The closest thing we have to Godzilla’s atomic breath in our world is a lightning bolt, and the familiar thunder sound they make is likely very close to what the Big G’s breath would sound like. When lightning strikes, the air around the bolt is suddenly heated to a temperature 5 times that of the surface of the sun, and hot air expands, and it expands fast. However, air further away from the bolt doesn’t heat up as much, so it doesn’t expand, and as a result, the hot air forces the colder air out of the way, and the shoved air shoves more air, creating a chain reaction that we know as a shockwave.
Godzilla’s atomic breath would cause the same effect, air next to the beam is instantly superheated to plasma temperatures and expands, creating a shockwave. Amusingly, the beam would probably be quieter than Goji’s actual roar, but that isn’t saying much. Anyway to anyone far enough away to not get ripped apart by the shockwave, incinerated from the heat, or immediately contract stage 8,000,000 cancer from the radiation, the atomic breath would sound like a massive explosion, likely with some rumbling continuing for several seconds after the initial blast as the shockwave bounces off the nearby buildings, hills, and mountains.
Additionally, light travels faster than sound, which is why we usually see lightning first and hear thunder a few seconds later (unless the strike happens to be right next to you), again, the same principle applies to the atomic breath. So to anyone a considerable distance away, they would see the breath and then hear it a few seconds later depending on how far away they are.
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The movies themselves have different interpretations of what it would sound like. A low pitched rumbling in the Showa and Heisei series, a higher pitched hum in the Millennium series and Shin Godzilla, and the MonsterVerse Godzilla’s crackling. But after dabbling in some science hippy lore, I think the Showa and Heisei series come the closest in terms of sound.
Godzilla’s atomic breath (at least in the MonsterVerse) is a scalding 500,000 degrees Celsius (or 900,032 degrees Fahrenheit for all the American science hippies), that is way hotter than lightning and makes the surface of the sun feel like dying candle flame in comparison, and also means that the breath is comprised completely of plasma.
The closest thing we have to Godzilla’s atomic breath in our world is a lightning bolt, and the familiar thunder sound they make is likely very close to what the Big G’s breath would sound like. When lightning strikes, the air around the bolt is suddenly heated to a temperature 5 times that of the surface of the sun, and hot air expands, and it expands fast. However, air further away from the bolt doesn’t heat up as much, so it doesn’t expand, and as a result, the hot air forces the colder air out of the way, and the shoved air shoves more air, creating a chain reaction that we know as a shockwave.
Godzilla’s atomic breath would cause the same effect, air next to the beam is instantly superheated to plasma temperatures and expands, creating a shockwave. Amusingly, the beam would probably be quieter than Goji’s actual roar, but that isn’t saying much. Anyway to anyone far enough away to not get ripped apart by the shockwave, incinerated from the heat, or immediately contract stage 8,000,000 cancer from the radiation, the atomic breath would sound like a massive explosion, likely with some rumbling continuing for several seconds after the initial blast as the shockwave bounces off the nearby buildings, hills, and mountains.
Additionally, light travels faster than sound, which is why we usually see lightning first and hear thunder a few seconds later (unless the strike happens to be right next to you), again, the same principle applies to the atomic breath. So to anyone a considerable distance away, they would see the breath and then hear it a few seconds later depending on how far away they are.