Logs:Wonder Cream
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| RL Date: 20 August, 2014 |
| Who: Miska, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Miska is on duty and Edyis wants some wonder cream. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 8, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Pleasant. |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions |
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| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. Summer is in full bloom at High Reaches, and that means the weather is warm enough for people to get ideas. You know the ones, running up the diving cliff steps, and slipping. Learning basic self-defense, bar fights there are plenty for people to get wrapped up in. Edyis isn't immune to the sense of adventure that summer brings, or else she wouldn't be sitting in an infirmary chair careful not to lean her back against the back of the chair, when she does forget, she's reminded why with an immediate wince of pain. Summer is definitely upon the Reaches. Stifling warmth has invaded this series of caverns - as much from the heat outside as it is from the bustling activity of the infirmary. It serves to make people more irritable, even the stoic-faced healers. One long-legged specimen, flipping through a chart, meanders towards the waiting patients, frown in place as he calls a name. "Edyis?" with a brief scan of those assembled, green eyes mild in comparison to the quirk of one fair eyebrow. "In the flesh." Edyis calls in return, standing and wincing again, taking a moment to catch her breath again, dark eyes quickly appraising the green eyed healer. "You are not Madilla." Comes bluntly, and probably isn't meant the way it sounds. "I've not seen you about, are you newly assigned to Reaches?" Comes a little bit later, and toned more politely, and probably is more informative as to why the young scribe is mildly confused. A tolerant smile transforms the healer's unimpressive face. "No, not Madilla, unless she got very, very tall and suddenly blonde." Miska motions with a hand for Edyis to walk in the direction he gestures towards - a curtained off area showing just enough to hint at an empty table. "Within a month. I normally see pre-natal patients, but, someone is sick," irony, "so here I am, treating cuts and scrapes. Shall we?" Again, with the gesturing, perhaps a bit of impatience leaking through his demeanor. Edyis scrunches her nose, "That might also explain why I haven't run into you before." Stretching out the extraordinarily sore muscle to stand at her full and very unimpressive height, and walk slowly to where the healer may indicate. "Do you have a name? Healer seems vaguely impersonal and makes it sound as though you don't have much of a personal life." She attempts humor, despite the discomfort or perhaps in spite of it. Miska is right behind her, pulling the curtain closed once they're both in the examination space. "My name is Miska, Journeyman rank, but," he speaks as he washes his hand in the provided basin of water, "healer will suffice, however impersonal." That tolerant smile returns, this time reaching his eyes; he takes a few steps towards Edyis, wiping his hands on a towel. "What's been bothering you?" There's an almost charming smile offered to the healer in response. "Pleasure to meet you Journeyman Miska, sore muscles and nasty bruising, I was hoping you had an ointment or something that would help. " She admits indicating her back. "I was never much for physical activity before I came to the weyr, and now I'm using muscles I didn't even know I had." "I need to examine you first to positively identify the cause. Can you tell me exactly 'where' your back hurts?" Miska bridges the gap and watches Edyis expectantly. "Sometimes, what you expect to be muscle pain, could be something far worse. Ribcage bruising, fracture, among others." Someone is just a ray of sunshine today. Dark muttering that is almost uncharacteristic for the young woman, "All over? Specifically the lower back where I tense up when I fall, and I think there are some bruises." Is he expecting her to remove her shirt? She's not entirely certain, but the prospect doesn't appeal to her. More likely because of the sore muscle in addition to her hold bred ways. "You should work on your bedside manner healer." Patience reigns - for now. "Right here?" as pressure is applied to her lower left back, then to the right lower back, "Or here? Both?" Should he elicit any physical or verbal response with his touch, Miska will just keep moving his hands, touching here and there with gentle hands. "Should I? Have you thought about putting up your paper for the healer craft? You know an awful lot about conditions and treatments, and the attitude of a healer too. More than me. Faranth, you might put me out of business." If she listens hard enough, within his droll tone, she might notice the spark of humor. "I've copied enough Healer papers to lose any interest in studying the craft." The jovial reply comes back along with a particularly sharp intake of breath when fingers find a particularly tender spot. "Sorry, I didn't mean to tell you how to do your job. I'm usually - Ouch - much more charming I promise." The breath goes out and comes back in, as dark curious eyes shift back to the healer, watching him as much as she can from her position. "So the whole come in and get a jar of wonder cream thing doesn't work on you either does it?" Fingers shift around to the sides of her torso, pressing gently. "Here?" Miska is thorough in his ministrations, much more mellow the more they talk. "It would be unethical. What if you didn't need ointment at all, but emergency treatment, and I failed to treat you? Could look bad. Could end very badly. I'm not willing to take the chance. Are you?" A smile plays around the curves of his mouth. "I know, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like getting poked and prodded at like some dragonet fresh out of the shell," she assents grinning. "Yes there." She tones scrunching her nose, "Hide bound creatures like myself shouldn't consider such horrid trivialities as daily exercise - it gets dangerous." She points out, relaxing under the healer's care little by little. "There too." "When you injure yourself, you can't expect anything less." Miska stops his prodding and moves to stand in front of Edyis. "Can you lift your arms for me? Right first, left second, and then bend to each side, from the waist." He is watching her movements intensely, trained eyes looking for any signs of strain. "It's only dangerous because you don't do it regularly. If you made light exercise a part of your daily routine, it wouldn't cause you anything more than simple fatigue." The scribe grumbles, stretching sore muscle following the healer's instruction without much fuss, actually enjoying the stretching if the change in her expression is any indication. "That's changing I promise." She comments of the lack of daily exercise. "So long as I don't wind up like some muscle bound brute or such. I rather enjoy being underestimated sometimes." She changes sides, wincing a tiny bit but otherwise still enjoying the process. "Running alone doesn't cut it does it?" Miska looks satisfied with the stretches and moves back to the chart he had before, jotting down notes on a clean sheet of paper. "I think it's just a bruised muscle. It doesn't seem to be too deep of bruising, just from being underused." He washes his hands again, using soap this time, and then rifles through a bunch of jars on the shelf. "Numbing ointment should get you some relief. Apply it as needed." His smile is relaxed, pleasant even, as he hands over the small pot of aforementioned ointment. "Running is a good start, but stretching your muscles every day will make sure something like this doesn't happen again. Stretch while you're reading. Stretch in line for dinner. Stretch before bed. However you do it, it's all good for you." "Do I get to say I told you so about the ointment?" She teases lightly accepting the jar. "I thought I had stretched enough, but I'll do more just as you suggest. Also more belatedly - Welcome To High Reaches, home of cool weather and endless adventure." Fingers wrapping around the offered jar, as she absently reads the label. "I also owe you a drink for this, tea if you prefer or might I catch you around the Snowasis?" Miska grabs the finished chart and tucks it under an arm, leaning back against the basin table. "I don't drink, but I don't mind good tea. Or klah." His mouth quirks again, eyes shifting from the scribe to the curtain, behind which more patients await. "Drop me a note and I'll see if I can get away sometime. You can teach me more about this healing I know nothing about." He pulls aside the fabric and gestures for Edyis to leave this time. "You're all set." Edyis chuckles, getting to her feet. "I will hold you to that, thanks for the patch up." She comments, before slipping out from behind the fabric. "Have a good day." |
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