in the 17th century, ell and matilda had some gorgeous dresses
fun fact! in the 17th century, the rich people wore some amazing clothing that looks very uncomfortable, but that i am in love with
anyhow this century wasn’t only fashion, there was the black plague, which continued for another two hundred years, so a new suit was invented for doctors to wear, that neutralized the putrid odor of sick and dead people with a mask with a very strange design, and covered all their body
Summary: You’re out on a mission with the ground team and Leonard accidentally sends you into anaphylactic shock by momentarily forgetting about your nut allergy. Featuring worried bones™.
Leonard x Reader
A/N: I wrote this at about 5am unable to sleep from a reaction I had yesterday. Definitely not perfect but take from it what you will.
Word Count: 1584
You adjusted the straps of your backpack looking up at the mountain you were to begin climbing.
Commander Spock led the way closely followed by your Captain, you and Doctor McCoy fell slightly behind, followed by the rest of the ground team.
“I trust you’ve all been for your pre-field check ups” Doctor McCoy announced to the group, shooting an annoyed glance at Jim, who he had just about given up all medical hope on “And you’re all in physical shape to get up this mountain at speed, we’re against the clock here guys.” He dug around in his bag pulling out a smaller bag which contained bars resembling cereal bars, he handed one to each member of the team “If the going gets tough that’ll help you release more energy, my advice, save it for when you need it because it don’t taste good.”
Turns out we’ll be returning to the main garden faster than I thought, As I have a new chao to show! Presenting Doctor, I’ve raised her along with 5 other chao to race in the @chao-studios tournament this sunday! (Although her texture is different and she’ll be referred to as DrPoisn.) Hopefully she’ll be a good add-on to the Chaotopia roster!
The most draining part of today wasn’t the inordinate number of patients getting sick and throwing off our carefully planned jobs list; it’s winter, that happens. It wasn’t the unusually hyper-anxious and tearful parents; that’s part of the job.
It wasn’t even the irritating fact that as soon as you do a bunch of jobs and send someone home, they’ll immediately bring in someone new and sick in their place for whom none of the jobs have been done, so that all your old jobs don’t get done because now there are new ones.
It wasn’t even the fact that you literally can’t walk 10 metres without 5 different people pulling you to do something which wasn’t on your list to begin with. Because that’s life; there are always new unexpected things that come up. It was hard, but I think we kept everyone safe, and that’s what matters. We’ve had worse days.
It was my registrar calling me, sometimes as often as every 10-20 minutes and asking where I was up to with the huge pile of jobs, and then answering “Oh. You’re sill on that.” to whatever I said.
Well, yes. Since I couldn’t walk 10 metres without having to review someone else who looked (and was) worse, or comfort some relatives, or be bombarded with questions, or do some unplanned but nonetheless reasonably urgent job, I did complete the job I was meant to, but I haven’t managed to do the million other things still pending.
I was a bit wary of being paired with them for this chunk of the rota for this reason. I respect their judgement clinically, and outside of being paired in a team with them, I think they are nice enough. But since we’ve been on the same team they struck me as someone who is ends up displeased with everyone and everything they work with. They don’t seem to think much of anyone they’ve worked with, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The irony is, I shouldered more jobs than them yesterday, and the’ve never appeared to be a fast worker themselves.
I’m not the fastest junior on the block; I’ll admit it. But I’m far from the slowest. And multiple seniors have told me that they think I’m organised and thorough; even the mean registrar from my last placement who I’m pretty sure didn’t even like me at all. I actually find it really, really hard to believe compliments at work; even though three or four senior colleagues have said the same thing I still find myself trying to write it off as their being nice. I don’t think I’d find it as hard to accept if I hadn’t worked with people whose tone and conduct implied otherwise.
Which is why this matters: if you treat your juniors like rubbish, they’ll start to believe they are. And that’s not fair or right.
And I know I’m not rubbish. I work hard, I try to prioritise according to plan, and I try to get as much as possible done in the time I have. I don’t always get *everything* done, but neither does anyone else in a department that is incredibly busy. It’s chaotic even by the standards of a generally busy speciality, according to my seniors who have worked in lots of different hospitals.
I know they were run off their feet today; I grabbed lunch when they told me to, whilst phoning the lab and checking bloods, they didn’t eat lunch at all. We both late over one and a half hours late, still with many of the less urgent jobs incomplete. Yes, our jobs list was still woefully unticked in many places, as it often is when there is just too much to do. Even with a couple of extra pairs of hands today from teammates who were meant to be in clinic, we couldn’t manage it.
But that’s not my fault, nor is it theirs.
And I’m not happy with colleagues who imply whether intentionally or not that you’re just not working hard or fast enough when you’re already flat out. Colleagues who snap at you to ‘just go and do X’ as if you are a child when you are just trying to confirm which of the zillion jobs they would really like you to do, given that you’re both supposed to be home by now. Colleagues who don’t stick up for you when the consultant questions why an EDS wasn’t completed when it was utter chaos. Colleagues who don’t mind you staying late to do things like paperwork but won’t so much as say ‘thank you for working hard today’.
I hadn’t quite realised how well some colleagues handle stressful situations until I’d worked with others that… don’t. I used to find it almost odd when seniors thanked me for working hard, like, of course I am? It’s my job.
But I get it now, I totally do.
Because acknowledging that someone has done their best when it’s been a car crash of a day is so bloody important that you wouldn’t believe it until you’ve lived both kinds of awful days. The kind with nice seniors and the kind with not-so-nice seniors.
When it feels like there’s an endless pile of jobs and you must be a failure for not getting through them all, you need someone to tell you it’s OK and that you’re not a bad person. Because we all work our absolute best to leave less of a wreck for the teammates on the next shift. It’s insulting to approach everyone as if they are not trying, because people usually are. And I find seniors who approach working with you with the belief that you are trying your best so much more humane to work with. And in turn we work incredibly hard when we feel valued; a little goes a long way.
I always thank the previous team if it looks like they’ve had a bad shift. I always tell them it’s OK, no matter what chaos is left for my shift to fix. They did their best; I have no doubt of that.
I have no juniors under me (I might get an FY1 though, yay!) but I’ve already made a mental note that I’m going to be the senior who remembers to thank their juniors for working hard. I’m going to try my best to cheer them up, not bring them down.
And I’m never going to be the kind of senior who is run off their feet with unexpected chaos but wonders in patronising tones why their junior isn’t magically powering through the exponentially-increasing jobs list.
Memo to future and current docs: this is how you don’t do teamwork.
Author’s Note: I wanna say a quick thank you to @abbessolute and @waywardmoeyy for their help writing this. You girls are amazing! Sorry it took so long to get this part out. The ideas were there but the words just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted them to.
Feedback is 100% welcome.
You walk into the operating room and see doctors and nurses
bustling around the room preparing for Y/N’s surgery.
“Mr. Ackles you’ll be seated up by your wife’s head. After
we’ve delivered your baby we’ll clean him/her up and hand him/her to you for a
few minutes. Then we’ll send him/her to the nursery so you two can rest.”
“Ok. Thank you.”
Standing next to Y/N you look down at her and you can see
the worry in her eyes. You run your fingers gently along her face and brushed a
stray piece of hair from her face.
“Baby, it’s gonna be ok. All the doctors are here to help
you.” Placing a gentle kiss on her lips. You took your seat by her head and
grabbed her hand.
“Ok, Mr. and Mrs. Ackles were going to begin. I hope you’re
ready to meet your little one. Mrs. Ackles you might feel some pressure, but if
you feel any pain whatsoever tell us and we can give you something.”
Just then Y/N squeezed your hand and gently pulled on my
“Jensen, you have to promise me that you’ll choose the
baby.” A tear rolling down her cheek. “Please Jen.”