#doctor
Henry Duncan Littlejohn was born in Edinburgh on May 8th 1826, Littlejohn is one of two Edinburgh men that are quoted as being an influence in Arthur Conan Doyle’s formation of the character Sherlock Homes.
Henry was educated in Perth before The Royal High school and the Edinburgh University studying medicine and graduating with distinction in 1847.
It’s quite a topical post given that Henry Littlejohn, whose appointment as the first Medical Officer of Health for Edinburgh was the first appointment of its kind in Scotland. He pioneered compulsory notification of infectious disease in Edinburgh leading to the introduction of such notification throughoutt Britain. The resultant mapping of diseases allowed active prevention and led to significant reduction in mortality during the 50 years of his office. He also achieved distinction in Forensic Medicine as an expert Crown witness for most of the major Scottish trials in the latter half of the 19th century.
Eloquent and erudite, he was regarded as an outstanding teacher amidst Edinburgh contemporaries who included some of the greatest medical teachers in the world.
In 1879 due to his influence a clause was included in the local Police Act requiring such notification giving Edinburgh the lead to the whole of Great Britain. This was to prove one of the major advances in public health of the 19th century. His “Report on the Sanitary Condition of the City of Edinburgh” proved a blueprint for social reform. It clearly demonstrated the effect of population density on the spread of disease and mortality. He was able to define the incidence of dip patients throughout the city and demonstrated a clear correlation between deprivation, disease and mortality. His proposals to improve this included recommendations about building, sewage, water pollution and limiting overcrowding. The Town Council were responsive to his recommendations and demolished many aging properties which had become dangers to health.
By the time of his retiral in 1908, after 46 years of service, mortality rates in Edinburgh from infectious disease had halved. Largely as a result of his efforts cholera and typhus had disappeared and smallpox had become a rarity.
The other inspiration I mentioned earlier, for Sherlock Holmes gets a mention here in this article about both him and Liltlejohn
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7th of May 1865 saw the birth of Jessie MacLaren MacGregor in Edinburgh.
MacLaren MacGregor was one of the first women to be awarded an MD by The University of Edinburgh, along with Elsie Inglis she was instrumental in setting up the Muir Hall of Residence for Women Students in Edinburgh, and a Hospice on the Royal Mile, a nursing home and maternity hospital for poor women.
Jessie was a student of Sophia Jex-Blake at the Edinburgh School of Medicine for Women and was one of the first women to undertake a medical degree at the University of Edinburgh, after the barriers to women qualifying as doctors were removed by the University.
She took her Bachelor of Medicine degree in 1896, achieving first-class honours in every subject in the curriculum, passing all her professional examinations in the shortest time possible, and being awarded the Arthur Scholarship. 3 years later, she took her MD (Doctor of Medicine), winning a gold medal for her thesis on the comparative anatomy of the auditory nerve.
In 1905, for family reasons, she left her practice in Edinburgh and emigrated to the Denver, Colorado, USA, but in 1906 sadly died at the age of 42 of acute cerebral meningitis.
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Mermay Day 3 - “sweet”
sequel of yesterday, after she read Queenie the story of the little mermaid, the doc bought her a dress, so she can feel like a princess
So, I want to tell you about what happened at my doctor yesterday.
As you know, I’m a guy that wear panties 24/7…to the doctor, to the gym - everywhere. Yesterday was no exception. A little background - I have frequently had dreams and fantasies about other people seeing me in panties, and I often played out those scenarios in my head. Who would see me? What would they say? How would I reply? What would end up happening? Whenever it does happen, though, it never goes quite like I thought it would. Deep down, I had secretly wished someone would see me in my girliest panties, we would strike up a conversation, and it would be wonderful, in some way. But, whenever I knew for a fact that I was going to be in a situation where I had an opportunity for someone to see me in my girliest panties, I always chickened out and wore plain, boring, unidentifiable panties.
I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday - just an annual checkup. My primary care doctor is a PA (physician’s assistant - not a full MD, but performs all the functions of a doctor), and is female. Whenever I see her, I always wear panties, but neither she nor the technician that does my vitals ever asks me to strip down. When I am examined, she usually just presses down on my belly, but never checks below the belt. She might undo the button on my jeans to make it easier to check, which would expose the high-cut panties I always wear, or she would see them peeking out of the back of my jeans when she’s got my shirt up and listening to my heartbeat. So, I know that she knows that I wear them. But nothing was ever said to me, and it was never a big deal.
When I first started seeing her (which was right about the time I started wearing panties 24/7), I was VERY conscious of the panties I was wearing. They were usually Jockey Elance - plain white or a dark color, like navy blue or dark grey, and nothing about them screamed “women’s panties” like lace or girly prints or anything. I knew what they were, and that was enough. After several checkups, though, knowing that not much was being seen, I got a little more daring. I started going through my panty collection on the day of my appointments to pick out the right pair - like Victoria’s Secret cotton panties in pink, purple, maybe flower prints, or (my favorite) polka-dots . Sometimes, I couldn’t decide - so I would use something like flip-a-coin, or random.org, or stick em all in the dryer - let them tumble a few minutes - then pick one out blindly…(I wouldn’t even look at them as I put them on, so it would be a surprise when I got there!). At the end of the day, it still didn’t matter. She maybe got a peek at them, but it was never the exposé I had dreamed up in my head. All that to be said, the last couple years, I never put any thought into the panties I was wearing, so I just wore the pair that happened to be at the top of the stack for that day that I was going to wear anyway.
Yesterday, I got a little bit more than I bargained for.
As usual per my daily routine, I put on the pair of panties at the top of the stack, not putting any thought into it. It’s one of my current favorite pairs from Soma, the Embraceable Signature Lace High-Leg Brief, style name: Perennial Bloom Mini Ivory. In fact, I had forgotten that I had an appointment until just an hour before, thanks to a reminder on my phone. Before I left the house, I realized the panties I was wearing were VERY girly (you can see them below) - lacy and floral - and I considered changing before I left. But, knowing the routine of my doctor, I didn’t feel the need to.
When I arrived at the doctor, everything started normal - blood pressure, pulse, temperature, etc. But then, I got the gut-sinking request from the tech: “Ok sir, please go ahead and take off everything except your underwear.” I went full deer-in-headlights.
I replied: “Uhh…is this a change in procedure? I’ve never had to do this here.”
“Yes, we switched our record-keeping software, and we want accurate height and weight measurements, so no more getting weighed in your clothes.”
My eyes got bigger, and my jaw dropped slightly, knowing the scale was outside the exam room. It wasn’t in plain view of the whole office, but if anyone happened to walk by that corner of the hallway at that moment, they would see me full frontal.
“Not to worry, sir. We have a gown for you to wear out to the scale, and you can take it off just before you step on. As long as you’re wearing underwear….you are wearing underwear, right?”
“Uhhh…yea…”
“Then not to worry! We see everyone in their underwear,” she said, snarkily.
I took my time taking everything off. First my shoes, then my socks, then my shirt. Finally I reached for my pants, hoping I could grab the gown real quick and cover myself up before she saw too much….but then I realized she was going to see them when I was standing on the scale anyway, so….
Down went the pants. There was no hiding them, now.
Her eyes gazed down, and got wide. “Ahhhh, I see.”
I don’t usually care or get too embarrassed if someone sees a peek of my panties, but this…was different. I turned beet red.
“I’ll make sure the coast is clear before you take your gown off.” She winked at me.
I quickly got the gown on, struggling to tie the back. “Let me help you” She tied the two ties in the back, making sure to cover up my panty-covered-butt well. It was hard not the be self-conscious marching to the scale.
When we got there, she peered around the corner to make sure no one was coming. “Ok, I’ll untie the back and you step on, quickly,” she whispered.
I stepped on, simultaneously backing out of the gown. I was wearing nothing but my frilly panties, and waited what seemed like an eternity, only to hear 3 buzzes coming from the machine. “Hang on a minute,” she said. She tried to take the weight again, and again, 3 buzzes. It’s a good thing she didn’t take my pulse at this point, it was probably up around 200.
I heard a voice from around the corner. “Is that stupid scale acting up again?” 2 more techs came from out of an office down to where we were. I was petrified. One of them headed straight for the computer that was linked to the scale. The other stood there and watched, then glanced at me and said, “Oh! those are cute!” I looked back at her, wide eyed. She had a devilish little smirk on her face. The other tech that came in turned her head to me and said, “Oh, my!” and started giggling. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I blurted, “they’re my faves!” That seemed to take the edge off a little bit - all three ladies smiled.
The 3rd tech asked me, “aren’t they uncomfortable on you? They aren’t really designed for guys…”
I replied, “not at all. They’re so much more comfy than boxers or briefs”
I went on to explain, “I’ve never stripped down here before. Had I known, I probably would have worn something a lot more….subtle.”
She laughed. “Oh, I’m glad you didn’t! Those are absolutely adorable! Where did you get them?”
I told her I got them from Soma - she had never heard of them, but she told me she was going to look them up after work.
The 2nd tech finally got the machine working, and I got my weight measured, and we went back to the exam room so I could wait for the PA. Thankfully, the wait was long enough so that my heart rate could go back down before she examined me.
When she came in, she had me take off my gown, and did a thorough examination with me just in my panties, which was kind of a surprise - I guess that procedure had changed too. She never said or questioned anything about my panties. She pressed down on my belly, as usual, and I thought we were done. But then she had me stand up.
“Go ahead and take your panties off for me please.” I nearly lost it right there. A female asking me to take off my panties, then doing a prostate exam on me? I could barely contain myself….but I made it through.
“Ok, you can put your panties back on and start getting dressed.”
A woman told me to put my panties on. That’s one for the books!
Anyway, I guess, be careful what you wish for!
As for future doctor’s visits….I guess I’m going to have to again be selective about the panties I wear…and you can bet they’ll be girly as hell!
Indian Witch Doctor or Sha-man, healing a sick woman
1906
Source: Library and Archives Canada
Familie Dr. Kleist ep. 56 - cpr
crazy rodent deceased
this is the biggest mood.
Talk about your poop in Dutch ()
Nouns:
- Poep (de) = poop
- Ontlasting (de) = stool
- Feces (de) = faeces
- Keutels (de) = pebble poop/turds
- Drol (de) = turd
- Diarree (de) = diarrhea
- Stoelgang (de) = defecation, stool
- Verstopping/constipatie (de) - constipation
Adjectives:
- Hard = hard
- Zacht = soft
- Waterig = watery
- Slijmerig = slimy
- Groot = big
- Klein = small
- Glad = smooth
- Lichtbruin = light brown
- Donkerbruin = dark brown
- Zwart = black
- Groen = green
- Red = rood
Verbs:
- Poepen = to poop
- Persen = to push/press
Example conversation:
- Person 1: Hoe is uw stoelgang?
(How is your stool?)
- Person 2: Ik heb moeite met poepen. Mijn keutels zijn groot en hard en ik moet hard persen om ze er uit te krijgen. Daarnaast is mijn poep een vreemde kleur.
(I have difficulty pooping. My poop is big and hard and I have to push hard to get it out. Furthermore, my poop is a strange colour.)
- Person 1: Welke kleur is uw poep?
(What colour is your poop?)
- Person 2: Mijn poep is soms rood en soms zwart.
(Sometimes my poop is red and sometimes black.)
- Person 1: Ik denk dat u last heeft van een verstopping. Ik vraag een inwendig onderzoek voor u aan.
(I think you suffer from constipation. I will request an internal examination.)
“By the Hairy Hairballs of Hackoth!”
Themes: Harem, Impregnation, College Coeds
The new cheerleader coach has the girls perform a very special cheer for him.
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Lydia is the resident doctor at a small city’s local college. She is baffled by a string of knocked up cheerleaders coming to her office. Five of them in one single semester, all taking the news with dreamy eyes and oblivious smiles. She figured today’s coeds were just sluttier and dumber, but her story did manage to pique her girlfriend’s curiosity. Freya is an investigative journalist, and with a short preliminary inspection, she singled the cheerleader team’s new coach as a person of interest. Lydia is skeptical Freya will find anything in her investigation, other than some loose tramps in skimpy skirts who’re so horny they’ll open their legs to anyone, anytime, and are clueless enough to never use protection. Still, Freya decided to dig dipper, and placed a camera in Coach Nichols’ office. She insisted Lydia watch as she spied on him. What they saw changed their perspectives, and their lives, forever. This story is approx. ~4,700 words long.Post link
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“I have no opinions of my own. I always agree.” She smiled, her voice echoing through the nothingness around her.
Violet Richards is a young and strict inspector in the employ of the health department.
Her next assignment is to conduct an inspection of Strawberry Fields Hospital, a state-of-the-art mental health center specializing in extreme irrational fears, also known as phobias.
Like the other doctors in this erotic series, Doctor Dallas Schmidt has a unique way of doing things. He helps his patients by confronting them with their fear, under the euphoric bliss of a deep hypnotic trance.
Be it the fear of virgins, pregnancy, marriage, being seen naked, and even the fear of wet dreams, erections, or sperm. The good doctor finds a way to help his patients face their fear in a manner that not only makes them happy, but gives him the kind of satisfaction and pleasure only harem owning sultans could realistically dream of.
Violet is there to ensure the doctor’s methods are in compliance with regulations. She tries to be professional, but after spending some time in the good doctor’s special cleansing room, she has a change of mind.
In fact, she realizes it would be much easier to stop using her mind altogether, and instead allow Dr. Schmidt to guide her, according to his every whim. It’s just so much simpler to agree with everything he says.
He even allows her to participate in some of his unorthodox treatments, rather than just watch the fun from the sidelines.
Violet is going to have such an orgasmic good time during her inspection, she might end up wanting to become a patient herself.
This story is approx. ~13,800 words long.
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…and this is her now. She shaved her head for the role of the villain in Marvels upcoming movie “Guardians of the Galaxy.”
So she is pretty much the hottest, dope-ist, most dedicated babezilla in the Sci-Fi game.
I AM STILL RIDICULOUSLY IN ON THIS. Cannot wait until it turns into an Emma Watson cut. Actually I might not be able to handle that. There’s a distinct possibility that my brain will explode.
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