Hasmita Patel

Being overstimulated 24/7, carrying the mental load, constant notifications, no real downtime is not compatible with longevity. No amount of cold plunging or wellness influencer supplements is going to fix that. 🤷🏽‍♀️

The number of men commenting on pregnant women’s posts about pregnancy struggles just to say “get over it” and “stop being weak”is honestly embarrassing. The same men act like you’re dying with a cold, but want to weigh in on growing a human from scratch? Please. Sit down and shut up before you continue making a fool of yourself.

The MMR vaccine has no aborted fetal tissue in it. This is the kind of nonsense that only a committed anti vaxxer like RFK Jr would say to scare people off one of the safest and most effective vaccines in history.

Unpopular truth Everyone’s obsessed with longevity like they’ve secured a contract with the future….. You haven’t. Tomorrow isn’t promised. So maybe focus less on adding years…and more on making the ones you have actually feel good and healthier…..

All joking aside…It’s insane how people trust idiots over scientists. I can’t be the only one who feels this?

Close the circle. The patient of a specialist came to ER with a complication and after work I sent their MD an email. I got the nicest response back and the patient will have tight follow-up. We've got to close the circle in medicine.

My Dad has never been hospitalized in his life but when he needed emergency care, Ottawa's Queensway Carleton was there. He got home today. Thank you to all the MDs, nurses, PTs, OTs, dieticians, social workers and good human beings that helped my Dad, Mom and family. 👇👇 It is very humbling to be on the other side of the patient experience as a family member. But each step the way, from ER to surgery to ward and to rehabilitation - everyone was truly caring and expert. Yes - there were times in the ER hallway but that did not matter. Everyone was attentive and caring. Thank you Ontario for taking care of my family when we needed it. @SylviaJonesMPP @EShouldice @OntarioHealthOH

Every living cell in your body contains mRNA. Chemical-free food doesn’t exist. Synthetic doesn’t mean harmful. Vaccines don’t cause autism. Natural doesn’t mean safe. GMOs aren’t dangerous. Chemtrails are a lie. Science isn’t an opinion.

The greatest source of medical misinformation on the planet at this point is the health secretary of the United States

Conservatives shut down safe use sites across Canada guaranteeing more drug use in parks, schools, playgrounds and coffee shops. Conservatives make everywhere a consumption site. Instead of punching down policy they punched themselves in the face for policy. @DanMazierMP

Incredible brain cancer breakthrough for a terminal illness. ➡️But the U.S. govt has SLASHED medical research by 80-90%. Remember that next time you read about these cancer breakthroughs. Virtually all disease treatments and preventions start with NIH / NSF research funding.

Here are some ugly truths we need to accept about health…….. There is never going to be a perfect time to start. If you keep waiting for the ideal moment, you’ll be waiting forever. Do what you can with what you have today. You cannot out supplement the effects of chronic stress on your health and well being. And yes, even cookies can be organic. That does not make them health promoting. Please stop obsessing over organic food, especially produce. Eat the fruits and vegetables you can access, afford, and will actually eat.

Unpopular truth: Look as a doctor, I have my issues with Big Pharma….. But when a serious or life threatening medical condition hits, suddenly no one’s asking which pharmaceutical company made the treatment….literally no one

⸻ Braelyn update March 27th, 2026 (please read) It has been 3.5 weeks since Braelyn underwent brain surgery to remove a recurrent high-grade glioma. She is working incredibly hard in recovery — and we are so proud of her progress. We have now had our initial consultation with Dr. Ashkan in the UK to begin planning for a personalized dendritic cell vaccine. This treatment offers real hope — but it is not covered by insurance. The cost will be significant (hundreds of thousands of dollars), and will include treatment, travel, and ongoing care. If you feel led to help support Braelyn’s fight, here are a few ways to do so: GiveSendGo: givesendgo.com/GB5RT Venmo: venmo.com/akbumblebee PayPal: PayPal.me/amandahollensb… If you’re not able to give, sharing Braelyn’s story and praying for her means just as much to us. Thank you for standing with our girl 🤍 @NorthwestBio #NWBO #DCvax #GBM

Ontario hospitals are getting a $1.1 billion boost. However - the Ontario Hospital Association said $2.7 billion is needed to stabilize services. Ontario wasted billions in taxpayer money on frivolous things. It's not meeting the needs of our hospitals. thestar.com/politics/provi…

There's justified outrage when there's a critical incident and bad ER outcome but here's the policy antecedent of hospital underfunding. Where's the outrage? Underfunded hospitals lead to ER overcrowding which leads to bad outcomes. By @kellygrant1 theglobeandmail.com/canada/article…

I hope no one needs an MRI this year. The world's largest producer of liquified helium is in Qatar and is shut off. We just got a notice that our supply for the year will be at least cut in half. No one could have predicted this (unless they thought about it).

“Two months before Santé Québec launches its long-delayed pilot projects to establish digital health records, the Jewish General Hospital is already proceeding with its own project, which is considered much more advanced and yet will cost considerably less.”

Making old tweets great again.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1