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Post by Suyoi on Nov 7, 2012 22:09:07 GMT -8
Dr. Victor didn't look like he was smiling, but he did let loose a half-cough/half-chuckle at the contact. He offered a slight shrug of his shoulders as the door fell shut. He reached for his pen quickly, jotting down a few short notes. "Well, since you aren't part of our original group, Mr. Seth Clemens, I will be doing a full exam. If you would please remove your shirt and trousers and have a seat on the stool. The first part will be mostly verbal. I promise I won't bite." He tried to smile but still seem worried, the pen clicking several times in his hands. Seth- "Oh good, that's why I picked you instead of that Dr. Melange... Haha. Just kidding. Or am I?"
Seth took his clothes off without too much modesty, and folded them loosely. He was quite thin but obviously make efforts to develop his musculature on the upper body. He had a variety of small tattoos on his upper arms, including a cartoon ghost, and he seemed to have shaved his body hair. A swimmer? "Age, height, weight please. Birthplace?"
Seth- "Uhh lessee... 25, 6'2", about... 160? London. Not England, Ohio. Ha."
"Do you have any illnesses or medical problems? Any medical history to speak of, surgeries, diseases?" Seth- "Hmm not really... some problems with the rotator cuff but not a big deal if I'm not playing ball."
"Do you have any allergies? Do you know what you were immunized with as a child or have you received any additional shots, for going over seas or tetanus?" Seth- "Up to date on everything as I recall... Haven't been overseas but saw a lot of sports docs and they get on your shit about that, so I'm sure I'm good."
"All right, this is where we become best friends." Seth- "We're not best friends already? Aww..."
The doctor approached Seth slowly, hesitatingly. He put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves, glancing down at the tile floor, averting his gaze. He began gently touching Seth's neck, just under his jaw line, and glanced in his ears. "Have you been subject to any weight loss or gain? Any fatigue, fever or chills? Any vision problem or coughing? Any nasal discomfort?"
Seth- "Uhh... probably going to lose some weight when I'm not downing protein shakes three times a day. Otherwise, okay."
He moved his fingers across his shoulders and underneath his arms. "Any nightsweats or skin rashes? Any irritability or sensitivity to lotions or creams? You have tattoos. How old are they? I have ink myself, on my shoulder."
Seth- "Oh yeah? Ooh what is it? An anchor? Newest of these is a few months old, that one on the shoulder. The stars are couple years now."
He paused, leaning up suddenly. He shook his head. "This is more about you and less about me. I apologize. Anyways..."
Seth- "Nah, this is fun. ;D"
He moved to Seth's abdomen, gently applying pressure on the sides, rolling his fingers back and forth. "Any stomach pains, abdominal discomfort? Are your bowels and bladder regular?"
Seth- "Yeah, I get stomach upset in the morning... Honestly we don't really eat as much as I'm used to, haha. Otherwise, okay."
He looked at Seth, eyes locking for a moment before he broke away. "I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs now. It's a bid archaic, but it still works." Dr. Victor placed his head against Seth's back, listening to his heart. "A couple slow, deep breaths please." The doctor moved around to Seth's chest, holding him in place. "You're heart is fine, but it's fast... odd. Let me listen one more time."
Seth- "You're making my heart race? Haha.. I think there's songs about that one, doctor. Just kidding. "
Plunking his head against Seth's chest, the doctor let out a hum of interest. "Sounds fine now. Good. Any musculoskeletal issues... I mean, broken bones, sprains, strains, dislocations? How's your shoulders, any discomfort there?"
Seth- "Not really... other than the cuff issue. That's more for pitching though, don't come up much in... Haha... 'pitching.' Uh, anyway, nah, it doesn't bother me day to day."
Dr. Victor picked up his clipboard, seemingly more interested in the notes he was taking, or avoiding any more eye contact. "So, this is your time now. Anything you want to ask, professional or personal, Seth?" Seth- "Hmm... It's kinda interesting having to have a one on one relationship with your patients outside of the workplace huh? It's like some kind of old-fashioned village. What do you think about that?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 22:11:55 GMT -8
Ashley-- "I can do it myself." He probably could, but painfully, and with some stretching of his wound. It was a very inconveniently placed wound, and like many, it was hard to tell if it was manly pride, or childish stubbornness that made him act like this. He started to unbutton it with one hand, and easily pushed it down on that side. The other became something of a struggle, and it got stuck. "Urm, maybe I do need help." He says quietly. Very quietly. He had a number of strange scars on his body, one of them near the bullet wound, about the width and shape of a pencil.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 22:19:17 GMT -8
If you feel like answering a big questionnaire for your character, assume Melange gives you a similar list to Dr. Victors for Seth. Otherwise, let's assume that stuff happened but not get into it.
Dr. Melange helped Ashley get his shirt off, and whistled at the scars. Describe more specifically what she sees. Bebe- "Sir, I can see at least part of your medical history without asking! Well, something this suggests for starters... Do you know if you have any blood-borne pathogens...?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 22:26:57 GMT -8
Ashley- She would note that one odd-looking scar, and ones that look more like nicks, scrapes, one that looks like a cut from a bladed weapon (It's a smallish scar), and a few that look like they were made by skin being torn away by blunt force. "I certainly do not. I had a full physical and testing not too long ago, and I don't think anything from the ghost last night got into this wound...or..anything that happened to Abdul." He says more seriously. "I have an allergy to red wine, for whatever reason." He offers. He'd answer all previous questions and it otherwise seems normal for a man of his age.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 22:30:15 GMT -8
Bebe- "I'm sorry to hear about the wine - most of the alcohol we have up there is reds, I'm afraid. So... Based on your condition, I think it will be very important to know your occupational history. Why all these signs of violence? I will, of course, keep it in confidence."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 22:33:37 GMT -8
Ashley-- "I used to do more close combat, recreational kickboxing, the like. I did a bit of recreational boxing too... and I was a football player in highschool. I...I haven't done any with the walking dead, thankfully...I'm afraid they'll get their dead-person virus on me, if that even is how it works. It might be, right? Well, if it's from breathing on people then it is probably too late, but I feel normal besides the pain."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 22:41:03 GMT -8
She helped him put his shirt back on toward the end. Bebe- "A few words of reassurance - The substance from the ghost may have entered your wounds, but apparently it is harmless once it leaves the surface of the being. We aren't sure how their touch kills, but it isn't neurotoxins or microbial agents.
Two, you already have the zombie virus, if there is such a thing. We all do. But it does nothing of note until you die. So don't die on us, OK?" She gave him some reminders on self-care for the wound and told him to make sure he checked in at the clinic at least once a day this week...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2012 22:43:17 GMT -8
Ashley- "Thank you, Doctor." He seems to feel better, and walks away, seeming cheerful. He felt so sophisticated in his suit jacket, the only thing that made him feel bad was that it was impractical and will get dirty.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 7, 2012 22:45:04 GMT -8
She walked with him the short distance until he was out the door and smiled as he left.Dr. Bebe- "Have a great day!"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 7, 2012 22:45:57 GMT -8
The doctor shrugged. "I am still getting used to it, Seth. It takes a lot of getting used to, and I am not one for accepting new things often. I do applaud your work, though. I think you saved me from Dr. Franco and his evil schemes of whatever he was planning for me to perform. I'll even take this examination as a good sign of opportunity to help some of these people." Seth- "Oh man, no problem. That guy... eh, he seemed like a creeper. I'm really glad Marie didn't come with us, he woulda snatched her up in a second."
He offered a weakened smile, looking at Seth and appraising his slender body. "The tattoo... it's of a raven coming to rest from flight." The doctor rolled up his sleeve on his shoulder, exposing the tattoo on his upper arm. Seth- "Oh nice! Wow, were you a goth, doctor?"
"I got it after... well... I'm not sure, but you're the leader so I'll just expose this to you instead. I was burned as a child over a vast portion of my body. My... my back is pretty much gone, and I have a scar on my sternum... Because of this, I have... I have an aversion to fire, pyrophobia to be precise." The turned his back to Seth, pulling off the scrub top. He wasn't frail, but he certainly had a lot of scar tissue. When he turned back around, the chest had a pink almost pentacle shape in puffy tissue just on his breastbone. There was lettering going down the side of his left hip, opposite the raven on his right arm. ~...ot be unseen~ Seth- "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry..."
"I share this with you in confidence, mostly because I fear it might be used against me at some point. Because the ghosts are flammable, I am at a severe disadvantage, and quite possibly cost lives..." The doctor put the scrub top back on. "I don't want to burden you with anything further. Are there any other questions you want answered? I'd give you honesty about anything that happened if it would ease your troubles." He let the last phrase seem more assertive and sympathetic at the same time, hoping not to mention Abdul directly, but still wanting to extend a guarded empathy. Seth- "Wow... yeah thanks for telling me about that, doctor. Do you think there's any way you can work towards...? Maybe that's asking too much. Well, you seem cool with candles, and that's the biggest thing. I don't know for a fact, but I'm betting the ghosts are gonna stay away from fire. Maybe you should tell Dr. Melange about that one too."
He thought for a moment, still sitting around in his briefs, though with his legs demurely folded.
"Yeah that was some crazy shit last night. I think the worst part is that I wasn't getting along with that guy. He's the only reason that I'm leader now. I was fine with things as they were but he... *sigh* It doesn't even seem real. I guess that's a good thing. What do you think? I'm glad you believe about the ghosts. It's easy for me to imagine you being like those guys at the research center, me having to twist words into pseudo-scientific jargon. I'm really glad about that."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 7, 2012 23:03:59 GMT -8
"Seth, I appreciate the sentiment." He placed a hand on his shoulder, nodding slowly. "To be honest, it is best to realize you were both heading towards the same goal of survival and protection. I still stand by science, but I know full well now that even the realm of metaphysical life is very much a part of our present. If you need anyone to talk to, just let me know. I'm.. I'm glad you won the vote, though I might have had my doubts..." He shrugged absently, hand still resting on Seth's shoulder. "I put forth the dual leadership proposal, but I'm glad it failed. To be honest, I was going to have you be one of the co-leaders anyways; you're a very charismatic and attractive man, Seth, and you command a lot of respect by your abilities in both directing and participating."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 7, 2012 23:10:49 GMT -8
Seth- "Ohh...?" He smiled slowly, and looked at the doctor sideways."Hey uh, do you remember anything that happened at the party the other night?"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 7, 2012 23:15:12 GMT -8
The doctor nodded, moving his hand to show the tattoo on his hip. ~That which is seen cannot be unseen~ "I have what is known as an eidetic memory... I see things as they were every time I think about them... it's why I have the issues with fire I do and I can't get over them as easily as... as most people can their fears by exposure. I won't go into the details, but they are far from pleasant... so..." Did Dr. Victor just blush? "Yes, I know I came out and made a fool of myself... protecting Ione from Alex's vulgar comment... and I know about how forceful I was on Micah... and how I came out to pretty much everyone more or less. I remember the look on Bryce's face when we danced, the smell of Ione's hairspray..." He bent down a little bit, eye level now with Seth. "Do you need a refresher?" Seth- "Heh, um no... I remember too. I just wanted to say..." He looked around for a moment as he formulated his thoughts."I mean, I got stuff I'd rather people don't know too. I think it's really cool you came out after all that, that's why I wanted to know. I was hoping it wasn't just drunken honesty, y'know? Anyway, hey, we should talk more with like, clothes on and stuff. Talk about cute boys or whatever." He winked, and got up to dress.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 8, 2012 1:52:52 GMT -8
Dr. Bebe took patients in the restaurant area of Zaitun, which many had not yet seen. It was surreal, but she was very pleasant. Or was she too pleasant? Bebe- "Well now, you are just adorable! You must have to beat the men away with a stick."
Sonya- "I only have to beat them if they're dead." Bebe- "Oh, the living ones have a sense of restraint? Or do they just not notice you because you are a tiny perfect plum blossom?" Sonya- "Hmm, maybe they see the hammer before it hits them!" Bebe stood behind Sonya, admiring her body. She was stripped to the waist, still wearing a bra. She clearly had strong muscles underneath abundant baby fat, and dramatic tattoos covering her upper arms and shoulders, extending down over her shoulder blades. Bebe- "You're more strong than most people would notice, aren't you?" Sonya- "Maybe so. I work with the machines." Bebe- "I wasn't just talking about your arms..." Bebe- "Another tiny woman! Welcome to the land of the giants. Do not fear us, my dear."
Sarah- "I'll try not to run away shrieking..." Sarah looked like her body had hardly developed past the age of twelve, aside from a moderate breadth to the hips and some loss of youthful chubbiness. Still, the breast fairy had passed her over completely. She wore a bra for modesty alone.Bebe- "So, are you sexually active?"
Sarah- "Uh, I guess not at the moment. I haven't been screened recently, but don't have any symptoms. And I always use protection."
Bebe- "Good girl! And, well, I understand you have two male roommates. I certainly don't mean to imply anything totally awesome, but do you have protection now, just in case?"
Sarah- "Oh my god! No, no, no. They're, like, kids who got rejected from youth group for being too prissy. I mean, they're swell guys and all, but... You can't even cuss in there!"
Bebe- "Haha, that's interesting. Not from the doctor, mind you, but I heard that you did have some choice words for him a while before I arrived here."
Sarah- "Oh yeah, he had the same kind of idea, but wasn't nearly as professional about it. That guy, *eugh*" Dr. Bebe- "That's a cute nickname, Nat... I'm probably going to molest you, and you won't say anything to anyone, because of your crippling social anxiety, am I right? Now let's see what you have in your pants..."
Nat- "*gulp*" NOTE: ^THIS PART OF THE CONVERSATION HAS NOT NECESSARILY BEEN CANON^. Bebe- "I don't think I've had a patient over five four today. Madam, you make me feel like Frankenstein's monster."
Anna- "Ugh. Let's get this over with." Anna stripped only as far as a thin t-shirt. Her skin was a remarkable rich tan color, red in some light, olive on others, always deep but not too dark. Her hair was just shy of black, dark as dark chocolate, and glossy. The ring in her nose swayed slightly with every movement.Bebe- "...and when was the last time you were screened for venereal diseases?"
Anna- "Very recently. I'm clean."
Bebe- "Hm. So you are sexually active, then?"
Anna- "No, i just like gettin' swabbed for kicks. What do you think?"
Bebe- "Sorry. Well, traditionally I'd have to ask your orientation, because that alters your odds for various diseases, and the frequency of your activities, but I can tell you are in no mood for that..."
Anna- "Good job."
Bebe- "I'm sorry, I can't help it... Orientation?"
Anna- *sly look* "Tryin' to calculate your odds? That was a nice dance the other night, but..."
Bebe- "A beautiful straight lady... Check." Next she saw Ashley, as previously described... Then Sandy. Bebe- "...and if you don't mind..." Sandy stripped to her underwear without saying anything, then sat on the stool again. Her body was quite unusual - very thin, a narrow pelvis with strong lines around it, and very full breasts that lay unflatteringly in slightly-too-loose sports bra. She sat slumped in a way that caused the meager fat of her belly to bunch up. Her hair and facial expression were in line with the rest of this image - lazy, disarrayed, tired.
Bebe, secretly, found her rather thrilling. She used a stethoscope and began taking biometrics.Bebe- "How often did you smoke before?"
Sandy- "You can tell? That ain't great... Uh, a pack every two days, sometimes less, sometimes more."
Bebe- "Oh, it could be worse. It's just a bit of a rattle. Are you still able to smoke, or are you in withdrawal?"
Sandy- "I'm down to two cigs a day... It's pretty fucked."
Bebe- "I recommend moderate alcohol to take the edge off. It may or may not work, but alcohol we have in plenitude, so it's worth trying. Just remember - ideally you'll ease off of that as well when you're done."
Sandy- "You're a freaky doctor, ma'am." Dr. Bebe- "So this is baby Jaylyn, hm?"
Floretta- "Yeah, those poor Marleys."
Dr. Bebe- "Notice anything unusual about her health? Feeding? Stool? Her alertness when awake? What is she eating now?"
Floretta- "Oh she's fine. We used momma's milk as long as we could, now she's on formula."
Dr. Bebe- "How are you warming it and how long do you keep it for?"
Floretta- "I put a fire under a pot of water, put the bottle in the pot. Just get it warm enough to not be cold, and just mix enough for one use."
Dr. Bebe- "Sounds like you know what you're doing. Have you...?"
Floretta- "No. It's just common sense is all."
Dr. Bebe- "I suppose that it is. Well, if anything that defies common sense happens, let me know... As for yourself, shall we begin?"
Floretta- "Sure..." Floretta was wearing flats and still as tall as Dr. Bebe in heels. She had wide strong hands from a young life spent in manual labor, shoulders powerful from moving tools and metal around. As was typical for many strong women, she didn't really show that through soft intervening flesh that put her weight well over that of the doctor.Dr. Bebe- "Any back or knee problems?"
Floretta- "Sometimes."
Dr. Bebe- "Would you even tell me if your guts were falling out and your feet were turning green?"
Floretta- "Probably not." Her voice was tiny.
Dr. Bebe- "Why do you work so hard?"
Chantelle- "It's probably to avoid thinking about my family and friends."
Dr. Bebe- "Can you take it easy for me, just a little?"
Chantelle- "Sorry... Not yet."
Dr. Bebe- "Well, little missy, how do you feel?"
Zoe- "I feel like I got RIPPED OFF. Where's the lollipops?"
Dr. Bebe- "So Kerry, how do-"
Kerry- "Transsexual. Bottom surgery in the eighties, last of the kinks worked out in '91."
Dr. Bebe- "My. I did not expect that."
Kerry- "Thank you, dear."
Dr. Bebe- "Susie, you seem to be handling this situation remarkably well, but I understand there's been a bit of drama between you and a potential PTSD victim..."
Susie- "Derek? I don't care if he has PTSD. I mean, that's sad, but I'm done holding someone's hand who is just going to be cruel to me. We weren't going out before or anything."
Dr. Bebe- "It's OK. No one is required to care for the ill unless it's in their job title, right? Tell me about him..."
Dr. Bebe- "Fit as a fiddle, but you seem extremely agitated. You're not even hiding the stress symptoms that are overtaking you. What's going on?"
Peg- (Bursts into tears.)
Dr. Bebe- "There, there. I won't tell anyone about any of this..."
Dr. Bebe- "Now if you would take off your shirt-"
Lashonda- "This is a spaghetti strap halter top, lady. Why would you possibly need me to be more naked?"
Dr. Bebe- "*sigh*"
Lashonda- "Better luck next time, skeezer."
Dr. Bebe- "Lilla. I recall you being rather adventurous on the dance floor. It's good to enjoy yourself when life is difficult, but ..."
Lilla- "I don't wanna talk about it. If you have any prophylactics though, I'll take 'em."
Dr. Bebe- "Tsss... Too hot."
Dr. Bebe- "Ione, I understand you've had some strife recently, but you seem to be doing well now. Did the big bruiser receive his comeuppance in proper fashion?"
Ione- "Well aren't you a nosy nancy?"
Dr. Bebe- "Sorry, I've been doing these all day and my tact is wearing thin. But I like to know if everyone is doing the best they can, given the circumstances."
Ione- "Well, then, if you must know, he totally did!..."
Dr. Bebe- "Ivan... Not very many men signed up to see me today. Why did you, sir?"
Ivan- "I imagine part of a full physical is gonna be a hernia test, and I'm not a homophobe or nothin', but you just seemed like you'd have a gentler hand."
Dr. Bebe- "Well reasoned. I wasn't going to do a hernia test, honestly, but since you mention it..." Ivan disrobed and Dr. Bebe administered the test. And then...Ivan- "Um... What's uh, ... Are you trying to test for something else, ma'am?"
Dr. Bebe- "The test is positive. That's good to know, in case, I ever happen to need it."
Ivan- "Damn, baby. I'm gonna go crazy now."
Dr. Bebe- "Who will you be thinking of?"
Ivan- "Only you!"
Dr. Bebe- "Nurse Columbo, for this exercise, you must be known as Mr. Columbo."
Columbo- "You know my last name is Chandler, right bab-"
Dr. Bebe- "Mister Columbo! Remember your place!"
Columbo- "Y-yes ma'am!"
Dr. Bebe- "Now disrobe, sir. All of it..." ^THOSE LAST TWO WERE CANON. NOW U KNOW.^
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 8, 2012 17:32:47 GMT -8
Tyrone’s Appointment: Dr. Victor ushered Tyrone onto the little stool, making sure the door was promptly closed. Nodding to the man, he offered up a cordial smile. “Good to see you, Mr. Page. Strange it has been four days since I met you on the roof. In any event, I can give you the short rundown since we’re familiar.” Tyrone- "Yes indeed, doc. We have a rapport 'n' ev'rythin'. "
“Do you have any new illnesses or any medical history you want to share? You look good, lost a little weight, too, but that is to be expected.” Tyrone- "Man, I hope I don' end up all boney." “Any strange dreams or nervousness not associated with impending doom and death?” Tyrone- "Uh, don' remember my dreams. I'm feelin' the lack of smokes though. Good gravy." The doctor coughed a little, smirking. “That last one was a joke. Anyways, feel free to ask me anything. In fact, did you need to know anything, personal or professional?” Tyrone- "That's kinda a strange question... Can't say as I do... Well, uh, ... You think we're gonna die, man?" "Mr. Page, I do not believe we will all expire. We will die at some point, but not in a mass wave of death. If you're worried about things like what happened to Abdul, consider it like war time. Death is going to happen unless we're prepared. I know it's not the most reassuring thing, but I'm not that good at that. "Anyways, we can get you something for taking the edge off, but I think we'll be able to find cigarettes plenty enough. No worries, just watch the supply, okay?" Jackson’s Appointment: Dr. Victor nodded at Jackson. He waved his hand outside the door, beckoning him in. “Hey, Jackson, thanks. I know these things seem trivial, but it’s important to know whatever we can in times like these. Why don’t you have a seat and we can begin. You can remove your shirt and pants if you want, but I figure I’ll give you the short exam; you’ve been most helpful to everyone, especially Seth and Anna.” Jackson- "Yeah, don't think I've got anything special going on, healthwise."
“Do you have any other medical history you want to discuss, any medications you’re taking?” Jackson- "I had to quit all those, recreational meds, a long time ago. I lit up a few times socially since then, um, light drinking at most." “When was the last time you received a tattoo? Was it in your shop? Last time you received a tetanus shot?” Jackson- "I got some touch-up on the right side of my neck last week, or maybe, week before? Yeah, I had Caleido do it. Tetanus? Why would you be worried about that? We're pretty tight about all that stuff." The doctor nodding appraising whatever skin Jackson decided to show (stripped to the waist), eyes half staring at the muscles. “How often do you perform cardio exercises? Have you had any physical training to speak of?” Jackson- "Yeah, I go to the gym, uh, went to the gym, twice a week. Mostly weight machines and a little cardio. Nothing special. I made decent money, but not enough for a personal trainer." “Okay, last one. How are you feeling about the current situation concerning things like Mary or Ab-duhr? I know it seems odd, but I’d like to hear your opinion on the subject, if you please.” Jackson- "Hm, that's tough. It's crappy knowing there's something like that out there, and maybe even worse than that, the mummies. It feels a little hopeless. The worst is this idea I've heard people say ... that maybe this was just round one. If this didn't kill us all, what'll the mummies do next?" "Well, I guess it'd be best to keep that thought on the lower levels, but maybe you should mention it to Seth? Can't hurt anymore than what's all ready transpired, right? Thanks again, Jackson." Basil’s Appointment: “Hello, Basil. Nice to see you again. You may have a seat in the chair, if you don’t mind. I’ll make this short, for I am sure there are many out there who could use your tender understanding and care.” Basil- "Quite, indeed, eh-hem, thank you, yes, ahem, quite."
“At first I would like to inquire about your age and place of origin. This will help me curtail numerous needless questions keeping you from your public.” Basil- "I'm 53 years of age, born in Somerset, eh, United Kingdom. You've a strange notion of me, perhaps." “Any health issues or medical problems in the past? Any history of heart or lung problems with your family?” Basil- "My liver is perhaps prone to stiffening or swelling. I was not always good at following doctor's orders about that, what with medication, drink, and diet..." “Are you getting enough sleep? How are your bowels and bladder, everything in tip top shape?” Basil- "Lots of little problems, pretty typical of an old chap." “Do you have any questions, professional or personal, that you would like to ask me?” Basil- "Hm, yes, indeed. You're in an interesting position, aren't you?, as regards privacy and such, for example, you might have seen young Nat, perhaps, for a physical examination? How comfortable are you gazing upon the delicate and vulnerable with your clinician's eye? I mean... What was it like?" "Basil, it is a privilege to be able to provide you with care. If you don't watch yourself with your liver, you'll be not long for this world... especially this world. However, I will reserve my comments regarding the, uhm, 'delicate and vulnerable' patients for something less... aesthetical and more professional." He put the clipboard down, placing his hands on his waist. "Basil, I want you to know, I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule. Thank you very much."
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