So, I decided that I'm working the rest of the day from home *whispers: don’t tell my boss 🙊* bc my county office space lacks windows and it is too nice sunny out and I’m not about that fluorescent light life. Also… you can wear comfy clothes while you do computer work ☺️.
It is with a sad heart that I note my home, the beautiful and multicultural city of London has fallen under terrorist attack again, at the home of our democracy. Four people are dead, over 20 injured. Many with catastrophic injures. One of the deceased is the attacker, another is a police officer.
My doctor, nurse and paramedic colleagues at Tommies’ are both under lockdown and treating the casualties, number unknown. They are from all walks of life and ethnicities, and embody the best of Brutush spirit. My thoughts are with them as they fight to save lives. Friends, may your jearts and minds sustain you through your work today.
The chair of the BMA’s Junior Doctor Committee, Jeeves Wijesuriya, was at parliament giving a speech, and was able to assist at the frontline. I know that a lot of passers by from all walks of life helped.
My friends in the civil service are under lockdown. My friends in the Met police are waiting to hear if the police officer fatally injured is a personal friend. This attack touches us all.
We are shocked. But we stand together; London is a diverse city united by friendships spanning many faiths and cultures. We have been under attack before, and we may be again. But if we look after each other, and refuse to be ruled by hate, we will emerge again.
I know the coming days will be tough, particularity for the victims and their families. But also for the immigrant communities, and I fear, especially for the Muslim communities, if it turns out to have been Islamic extremism. Right now, we know nothing about the motivations. But I fear the anger that may be directed at innocent Muslims, and our Muslim friends deserve our full support during this time. As a Londoner I stand with you; you are one of us and we will stand together against this.
We cannot fight hate by hating innocent people. We have to stick together.
(( OOC: For those of you checking in, fortunately I was not affected by the attack in London today, although it wasn’t very far from my office. Luckily I’ve managed to get home and I’m now sat watching the news with the rest of the country.
Today was another sad and scary reminder of the world we live in. Please do not let it incite yet more violence and hate. Look out for each other, friends and strangers alike, and be safe. My heart goes out to everyone affected today. ))
A/N: I got two requests from anons: “Anon:Pietro and reader are constantly arguing and the avengers go camping, decide reader and pietro need to admit feelings and basically put them in any awkward situation they possibly can. Smut pls xx” and “Anon:Pietro smut. Literally just anything.”
“What do you mean we have to share!?” Both you and Pietro shouted. Tony smirked, holding up his hands defensively.
“Hey, you two missed the sign ups.”
“What fucking sign ups!?” Pietro said, advancing closer. Tony took a step back, holding his arms out in front of him.
“They were on my office door, everyone knew about them.” You glared at Tony, tossing your bag in the tent. The Avengers thought that camping was a good idea. Steve said it was ‘well deserved r&r’. Easy for him to say, he doesn’t have to share a tent with someone that annoyed him to the point of anger.
You and Pietro were always arguing. He said you were too ‘stuck up’ and you think he’s too cocky and aggravating. On the surface, his attitude annoyed you, but really, you had woken up, panting and aching, after dreams of him so many times. It was embarrassing how much him smirking at you turned you on.
The first day went by as nicely as someone could hope in this situation. During that time, you came to realize something. Every single person on this trip was a couple. Tony and Pepper, Steve and Bucky, Nat and Bruce, Wanda and Vision, all sharing tents. Sleeping was hard. Not only was there barely enough room for Pietro to shove his over six foot frame into it, but it was not nearly wide enough for both of you to sleep in it. The entire time you had your back pressed against his and you hated how much you were enjoying the thick, hard muscles there. Despite the close proximity, he didn’t seem to completely hate it. Once you two were cramped in the tent, the arguments stopped and you guys just sat in sleepy silence. The one thing was, he snores. But it didn’t annoy you, on the contrary, you actually found it incredibly adorable. They were soft snores, not loud.
I was tagged by the lovelies @cheshirepuddin and @theboyfromwhiteeskimo94 to post selfies! I saw some people do six and some do three so I dunno how many it is, but here are three pictures of yours truly, looking confused and vaguely douchey on a boat, being sneak-attacked by a dog the second I go to take what would’ve been a cute picture, and sitting in my office (heh) like two seconds ago with the hot snapfilter of the moment.
Hi Wayfaring, I am wondering what your thoughts are on the following: I am fortunate to be surround by many talented physicians and nurses who are either family, friends, or neighbors. On the *rare* occasion I share my health concerns/questions with them outside of office through personal contact, I worry that I am a bother, as I'm sure they (and you) get this all the time. Do you ever feel like you can't escape your job? Does it bother you when family/friends do or don't confide in you?
This is really not a great time to ask me this question.
This weekend two of my co-workers called me and asked to be seen in the office, one on Saturday and one on Sunday. And then two family members called me with medical questions. And then my former college roommate called asking for a diagnosis too.
Yes, I absolutely do feel like I can’t escape my job. But that’s because I live in TinyTown and literally live in my office, so there’s not really anywhere I can escape. I didn’t feel that way in residency though and hope I won’t feel that way once I move. But to some extent it goes with the territory. Especially in a tiny town where the doctor is expected to be on call 24/7. It’s not as much of a bother when it’s people who rarely ever ask. But it tends to be the same people asking for advice over and over.
Also (pardon my soapbox here) - I’ve never called a friend who was a mechanic or plumber or electrician over the weekend–ever. In fact, the only time I’ve ever used another service like that after-hours was when it was a true can’t-wait emergency - like the one time a pipe broke in the cold and my laundry room flooded and I couldn’t turn the water off. I would never call a plumber friend after hours because my shower water pressure was a little low or call an electrician to come change a lightbulb. But these are the kinds of weekend calls I get: lightbulbs and water pressure. And to me they’re infinitely more irritating than a true emergency would be. If it’s an emergency, I’m happy to be available and help. But if you have the sniffles, do like everyone else does and stop by Walgreen’s for some DayQuil.
It doesn’t bother me at all when family or friends don’t consult me about their medical issues. I prefer that they don’t, actually, because then I get to be their friend or family member rather than their doctor. I don’t want to be doctor to my friends and family.
That was probably more than you wanted in a response, but there you have it.
To others, the way I choose to be gentle and kind to myself may seem odd: I let myself cry, I let myself laugh.
You see, i have to set boundaries for myself-for my mind. I probably deal with stressors better than the average person because I have to. My work requires it of me. I’m employed at a Forensic Center with the Medical Examiner’s Office. My work days can go from boring to insane in a seconds; such is the life of a public servant.
Trigger Warning: Bad language, other then that you’re safe guys!
I sat at my desk in my office reading over the books for the month I was away when Frost knocked on the door.
“Boss, you have someone here to see you.” I cocked an eyebrow but don’t say a word, “It’s Casper…” Casper doesn’t just come by… he was Gotham’s personal delivery boy of death sentences, enlisted by the League of Assassins, and Gotham was his domain. Hence the name Casper the friendly ghost, he was never found after a hit, you just knew if that crime scene was clean that it was probably him. I had Casper take care of some business when I needed my hands clean. However that hadn’t been in a long time and we had always been on good business terms…
“Let him in.” I reply. In walks Casper, electric blue hair, dark eyes, dark skin, tall, slim build of a man with strength unparalleled. I get up and walk around the desk, grabbing two glasses and the best scotch I have. I fill the glasses and hand him one as he sits down.
“Joker.” With a tilt of his glass he downs it before mine has even touched my lips, unsettling me to the core. This isn’t like him. Something is up, I pour another before returning to my seat.
“To what do I owe the pleasure Casper?” I query, watching him twirl the amber liquid around in the glass, with a heavy sigh he leans forward.
“The League put out a hit with more value than money could ever hope to buy; Gotham.” My gut tells me this is going somewhere I didn’t want to hear, my knuckles turn white around the glass, my brow knotting together taking a deep breath he continues. “I’m hear to tell you Chaos Castro has a bounty on her head Joker, one that I’m afraid has a name you don’t want on her ass.”