The flu virus has spread throughout the building, there were children shivering in the arms of their mothers, anxious fathers and frightened medics. As the President, Tom Mason had very little help to offer; they were under-staffed with the outside world only glimpsing at their troubles. When the first child commenced to cough blood, Lourdes Delgado snapped. Storming down the corridors, every man stepped out of the way as she barged into the royal office. The startled gasps did very little to hinder her confidence. “We have coughing blood.” There was an uncomfortable cough behind her, the meeting halted. “Excuse me young lady, we are in the middle of a meeting.” The patronising remark came from elder general that she had not met before, there were judgemental eyes peering through those dusty glasses as his burly shoulders straightened. However, the Hippocratic Oath had not taught her to be zealously intimidated by strangers; or any person for that matter. “Look at this.” She held up her right hand, for all the military to behold. The palm of her hand was stained with a blackened re...
Miles, S. H. (2005). The Hippocratic oath and the ethics of medicine. Oxford: Oxford University
I start my journey in bone marrow. Have you ever seen how flexible bone marrow is!?! It’s really exciting. I form from hemocytoblast which takes about 2 days. The body makes about two million red blood cells every second. So there’s a lot of me to go around. I finally get to leave and make my way through the veins capillaries along with my buddy plasma. We take up most of the room since there’s so much to go around, but on my behalf those guys aren’t that big to begin with. Eventually I go to what I like to call the big brother of the vein capillaries the arteries. Those are so much bigger but they do more work and they are stronger the capillaries are nowhere near as strong! I eventually make my way to your heart! If you close your fist, that’s about the average size of your heart. The heart pumps about 2,000 gallons (7,571 liters) of me a day through its chambers, no you don’t have the much of me in your body but it pumps me over and over. Your heart receives me already oxygenated in the same way your brain, foot and the rest of your body do: through an artery. Now although the h...
“My daddy died in nineteen ought nineteen of the epidemic flu and I never had a thing to do with it. He was buried in Mount Hopewell Baptist Churchyard.” ( pg 949)
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
I have decided to write about four conditions, three of which are detailed in “Survival of the Sickest”, a book written by Dr. Sharon Moalem about how genetic diseases may have evolved to help the human race survive in the past. The diseases which I chose are Hemochromatosis, Diabetes, Transposons, and Sickle cell anemia. I decided to write about hemochromatosis because of how it affects the body by overloading the body with iron, how it evolved in Vikings to minimize iron deficiencies, and how it spread across the population as the Vikings began inbreeding as they colonized Europe. I chose to write about diabetes because of how it may have evolved to prevent blood from freezing during the Last Ice Age, and because of the impact which it has on society. I wrote about transposons, despite the fact that these are not diseases, because of the role they play in the development of cancer, the way they are used in cancer research, and the way they have affected the evolution of life. Lastly, I decided to write about sickle cell anemia because of its interesting relationship with a disease which continues to run rampant in Africa.
In the distance, the phone is ringing away , pulling deputy director , Lydia Keller out of her mind and back into the station office. Lydia quickly picks the phone up and presses talk, “Deputy director Keller speaking”, a male voice replies,“ma’am, it's constable stilinski” the officer says " we have an emergency and Detective Deyes requests your presence immediately" Lydia let's out a soft breath, whatever's happened must be bad if she is needed at the scene. “whats happened?” She asked. There's a brief pause before stilinski answers "... we have a triple homicide and it's .. messy" Lydia remains expressionless, there's no place for emotions in a job like this “I'll be there right away” Lydia says, hanging up the phone. Lydia briskly walks
First Things First, grab the saw his antibiotics are wearing off. “We have to saw off your right leg, Mr. Daws I’m very sorry for your loss.” He replied, “It’s a whole lot better than dying that's for sure I’ll just have to adjust.” This was the usual part of the job so it really didn’t affect me at the time, but it surely would come back to haunt me in the end.
“ I repeat, anyone living within 100 miles of Mt. Everest, please evacuate. This is not a joke, evacuate right now,” the news anchor cautioned.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
I ran back up to the bridge and the crew followed, I got onto the radio and sent out an S.O.S. signal plus tried to call for help but the coms where down and the antenna was frozen...Everything was frozen. Our location was 5 miles from the Diomede island, I sent Serga and Jack to get the harpoons on deck because when the deck freezes we use them to chip the ice off so the men are able to work without ice falling on them. The crew and I met on deck, we discussed a plan to go and find help. I said that Jack, Serga and Colson will go and try to reach Biomede island and get help. They will take the harpoons, tents and some blankets. They took the harpoons for protection incase they run into unwanted guests. The rest of us will try to fix the radio
As I walk down the cold, marble, soulless streets of Blackdale, I hear the birds chirping an almost programmed sound which reverberates across the tall, white buildings. I see a plain blue sky with cartoon clouds. Health agents are watching all of us. Why are they watching us? We’re not the problem, the virus is. The whole town is made to look wonderful; televisions line every blank, white wall, spoon-feeding us information. “The Health Organisation is great. Trust them.” Why do we have to be told to like certain things? Why can’t we think for ourselves? The air is clear with no smoke or fog, with wind trying to rustle the leaves of the plastic trees. The Health Organisation says it helps to prevent the virus. How does it help? Why do we have
The Hippocratic oath has principles that have been upheld by healthcare providers for ages, regardless of the values presented within. There are a plethora of ideals suggested throughout the oath that could definitely be questioned with careful examination. In this essay, I will argue that the Hippocratic oath should be removed as a central medical ethic until it is updated to meet the contemporary medical requirements, because the majority of the values which are instilled within, display antiquity that could be easily reversed with a modern revision.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
John Smith has a couple of years left until he retires from his job in London where he has worked for over 25 years. John has loved this job as it has involved him saving lives.
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’