You know, I loved being you. Back when I first started, at the very beginning, I was always trying to be old and grumpy and important — like you do, when you’re young. And then I was you. And it was all dashing about and playing cricket and my voice going all squeaky when I shouted. I still do that, the voice thing, I got that from you. Oh, and the trainers. And…“ [putting his glasses on] "snap! ‘Cos you know what, Doctor? You were my Doctor.
—  Tenth Doctor To Fifth Doctor (Time Crash)

‘’Then what is it? Because you, you waltz in here all charm and smiles, and the next thing I know, she vanishes off the face of the Earth! How old are you then? Forty? Forty five? What, did you find her on the Internet?’’

When people say “why don’t you just become a doctor?” or “can’t make it through med school?”

Just, no.

The type of care and practice of a nurse are completely different than those of a doctor. It’s not about the money, or the rank, or the education level (though I could get a PhD in nursing). It’s about what I want to do. Nurses have this special quality… I can’t really define it, but I see it and I want to carry it out. It’s a caring process. Nurses notice and catch things that doctors don’t. Nurses are the primary caregiver of the patient– they spend the most time with them. They’re wonderful, strong, special people. 

I just wish people could understand that I’m not becoming a nurse because I “can’t become a doctor”. I’m becoming a nurse because that’s what I want to do. It’s a totally different ballpark. 

It especially bothers me when “male nurses” are looked down upon for these reasons or it being a “girl’s job”.

doctor-sherly asked:

Can you write something about Carlos and his team of scientists?

150 words

“Perfect hair, huh?” Rochelle smiled.

“Teeth like a military cemetary!” Dave teased.

Carlos rubbed his face, not quite from embarrassment but to hide his pleased grin. “Guys, come on, help me set up these detectors,” he laughed.

The scientists busied themselves with placing the small devices up and down the street. Finally, wiping his dusty hands on his lab coat, Carlos stood up and gestured the others to gather around.

“Who wants to do the honours?” he asked, holding up the remote.

“You do it, boss,” Dave said.

“Okay,” Carlos replied, and made a show of flicking the switch on. He looked down at the output, frowned, and kept frowning until Rochelle sidled up beside him to look over his shoulder.

“Carlos, you look concerned – wait, wha?” Rochelle did a double take. “It’s just right there when you look at it, but…”

“Everyone, that house,” Carlos pointed, “it doesn’t exist.”