This is the stupidly large stack of abbreviations I have to have memorized for tomorrow. And half them make no logical sense like who the hell decided q means every? And ac means before meals? And AD is right ear?
Whoever came up with this system has a special place in hell reserved for them.
Learning the latin may actually help! Like the D is for dexter or right, and S is sinister. The A is for auris or ear, and O for oculus or eye. Check here.
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Tony Hansberry II was a ninth-grader. The new sewing technique he has developed helps to to reduce the risk of complications and simplifies the hysterectomy procedure for less seasoned surgeons.
His goal is to attend medical school and become a neurosurgeon. For Tony, it all began in school. He attends Darnell-Cookman School of the Medical Arts, a medical magnet school for middle and high schoolstudents. As part of its integrated medical curriculum, students receive medical instruction, but are also exposed to medical professionals who demonstrate advanced surgical techniques with specialized equipment. His lead medical teacher, Angela TenBroeck, told the Florida Times-Union that Hansberry is a typical student, but is way ahead of his classmates when it comes to surgical skills “I would put him up against a first year medical student. He is an outstanding young man,” she said.
During his summer break, Tony volunteered at the University of Florida’s Center for Simulation Education and Safety Research (CSESaR) at Shands Jacksonville Hospital. He was supervised by Dr. Brent Siebel, a urogynecologist, and Bruce Nappi, the administrative director. Together they worked with Tony exploring the mannequins and simulation equipment that physicians and nurses use in training. He became quite interested in invasive surgery and using laparoscopic instruments. As the story goes, one day an obstetrics and gynecology professor asked the group to help him figure out why no one was using a particular surgical device, called an endostitch for hysterectomy suturing procedures. This long medical device has clamps on the end, but Tony used the instrument in a new way allowing for vertical suturing, instead of the traditional horizontal method. After two days, Tony had perfected and tested his new technique. He soon developed a science fair project comparing the suturing times of the vertical endostitch closures vs the horizontal closures using a conventional needle driver instrument.
His results showed he was able to stitch three times faster using this new method. Use of this inventive technique may lead to shorter surgical times and improved patient treatment.
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Ah, Teen Wolf.
You know, prior to last week, I was conscientiously defending the writing of this show. In fact, I even went so far as to make a few predictions about the outcome of this season—I was so sure I was right, too, because I was basing these predictions off of silly things like film theory and patterns in the narrative structure and, like, logic.
I was so sure that the gaping, cavernous plot holes that had been cropping up since 3A were going to lead somewhere.
I was so sure that the fucking flagrant assassinationof one of my favorite fictional characters and everything he stood for was a clue that there would be an eleventh-hour twist in the story.
So, I did my usual, cursory, wine-soaked re-watch of the season a few days ago—and that was when I began to suspect I might be wrong. It occurred to me that the Benefactor arc was nonsensical, overblown, and poorly resolved; it occurred to me that it was borderline offensive that Parrish was the character to bring up dead-but-clearly-never-mourned Allison Argent to Chris, especially within the context of a scene that seemed like it was explicitly written for Derek Hale; and it occurred to me that Lydia Martin had approximately nineteen minutes of cumulative screen time and that I knew far more than I wanted to about Liam and his PTSD.
Spirits dampened, I made the executive decision to shake all that off and be cautiously optimistic for the finale—and because I’m a fucking champ, I wrote some Sterek to make myself feel better and moved on, certain that at the very least I would be vindicated by Double Derek on Monday night.
Spoiler alert: I wasn’t.
Oh, was I not.
I could go on, at length, about the technical errors that made this season of Teen Wolf almost unwatchable. I could talk about the bizarre pacing, the glaring lack of narrative identity, and the useless addition of new characters. I could bring up the problematic consent elements of the romantic relationships. I could write an entire essay about my issues with how the writers chose to tackle Malia’s integration into the story.
But none of those things matter as much to me as Derek Hale does, so I’m going to focus on him.
I answered an ask a few weeks ago about how I didn’t believe that Draeden was being sold as a legitimate romance—I cited canon-based character traits and scenarios as evidence, and was confident that I was correct.
Like—I am a writer. I am well-versed in reading subtext, and I was a three credits away from a achieving a minor in Film Studies as an undergrad. I have worked as a screenwriter, professionally. I understand the subtleties and symbolism that can be found within the confines of a visual medium like television, and I understand the difference between being shown something and being told something.
I therefore thought that there was no possible way that the Derek Hale who was passively accepting his debacle of a season four fate could actually be real.
No possible way.
Spoiler alert: I was wrong.
A heart-wrenchingly perfect character was fucking decimated for the sake of a pointless, abysmally-conceived romantic subplot.
This isn’t about shipping. I like Sterek, but I’m not emotionally invested in it. I could not give any fewer fucks about whether or not it ever goes canon. My frustration and my disappointment and, yeah, my fucking venomous rage about Draeden has nothing to do with shipping and everything to do with how very much the writers had to twist and pull and stretch the fabric of Derek Hale’s character to make the relationship work.
The Derek Hale that existed in the first three seasons? He would never have shrugged and huffed out a fatalistic sigh upon discovering that he was no longer a werewolf. The Bite was a gift to him, remember? He treasured his supernatural status—it was one of his last remaining connections to his family. The family he loved, fiercely, and whose deaths he considered himself responsible for.
But season four Derek?
He was way more interested in worshipping at the altar of True Alpha Werewolf Messiah Scott McCall and kicking back with the kill-for-hire Kate-clone at his creepy loft—you know, the same creepy loft where he murdered Boyd. Fun times, am I right? Because, yeah, it’s totally feasible that Derek would choose to move back there and set up an Fatal Attraction love nest with his incompetent mercenary girlfriend after being tortured and magically de-aged by his psychotic, inexplicably-back-from-the-dead-as-a-werejaguar ex-girlfriend.
Derek would never be proactive enough to, like, try and maybe figure out the whole turning-human clusterfuck. That would be stupid.
More significantly, though, it would take away from invaluable, character-building Draeden sexy-times. Because fuck yeah romance! Never mind the two actors not having any discernable physical chemistry—they’re both aesthetically pleasing, no one will notice!
And that Deadpool thing? I mean, I guess that it’s reasonable for Derek to be more concerned about his aforementioned incompetent mercenary girlfriend’s shadily acquired gunshot wound than, you know, literally anything else.
Lydia showing up like the fucking Firestarter girl in the middle of the night to banshee scream rightin Derek’s face? She was probably just on her period or something. I’ve heard that shit can get pretty serious.
Orphaned teenaged assassins? Whatevs—Satomi’s pack definitely needed some fat trimmed off, it’s all good.
Potentially deadly supernatural virus outbreak at the local high school? Psh, it’s not like Derek personally knows or canonically cares about anyone who might be affected by that, right?
But Andrea, I can hear you all shouting at me, Derek was EVOLVING. He was turning into a WOLF, just like his MOM, and therefore DEVELOPMENT HAPPENED.
Development did not happen. Derek turned into a wolf instead of dying, and I imagine we were all supposed to glean from that that he mystically knew all along what was happening and that’s why he was casually taking one for the team because Braeden was there for a reason, goddamn it, and that reason centered almost exclusively on Derek’s dick.
There was no build-up to his evolution. There was no explanation for Derek’s incredibly strange behavior all season, there was no comprehensible catalyst for the full-shift change—there was nothing for him, right up until the very end, and what was eventually there didn’t even make sense.
And it’s frustrating. Because Derek Hale was a brilliant character, okay?
Derek Hale was nuanced and tragic and deeply, painfully layered. Derek Hale was brave, and Derek Hale was vulnerable, and Derek Hale never gave up. He was self-sacrificing and he was understatedly heroic—he was impulsive, he was complicated, he was lonely. He was guilty. He had to bury his older sister’s body, get unfairly accused of her murder, and then kill his own uncle. He always tried to do the right thing, even when the right thing was objectively wrong. He was arrogant. He was a victim. He was terrified of failing, of not living up to his dead family’s legacy, of hurting innocent people. He wanted Scott McCall to trust him. He wanted to build a pack. He was distant. He was guarded. He was easy to manipulate, and he knew it—and, most importantly, he hated it. He had a dry sense of humor and lived like he was constantly on the run and was perpetually wary of strangers’ intentions. He wasn’t human, but he made human mistakes.
In short, Derek Hale was a fucking masterpiece.
And then season four happened.
To answer your original question, anon—
No, I won’t be watching season five of Teen Wolf.