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exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 10:06 pm
dawningsun) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-08 10:06 pm
Entry tags:
Amazing Administrative Adventures
Date & Time: Week of 7/8
Location: THE CLINIC
Characters: Kirian and Ibin for sure but OPEN to others at the clinic- just make a thread and come knock on his door.
Summary: Meet your new admin who is going to holler at you about your poor excuse for charting. Mostly for Ibin but open to anyone else who wants to make a thread in here.
Warnings: Kirian. Medications. Otherwise, nothing.
Kirian started working in the clinic in the past week and a half, and so far as sifted through as much of everything as he can, but there's still more to be done. The outbreak had hit hard- he had been here for that, and it was hardly a surprise that Adrasteius was working himself to exhaustion trying to keep up with everything. Some days he can reach a stopping point before midnight, others he works early into the morning simply because he wants to.
Medication records were spotty at the moment, as were treatment records, but there wasn't much that he could do about that. Things needed to be filed, and supply requisitions needed to be done. Schedules for the week needed to be drafted up and checked with those in charge. The clinic didn't have too much organization, but he was determined to make use of what was there.
Perhaps you've seen him keeping to himself in a back room in the evenings, making himself tea and working where room had been made amid stacks of files and other paperwork. Perhaps he's pulled you aside to ask if you wanted to cover someone who had asked for a day off.
Or perhaps you're the unlucky soul who has to deal with him when he makes an appointment for himself.
Location: THE CLINIC
Characters: Kirian and Ibin for sure but OPEN to others at the clinic- just make a thread and come knock on his door.
Summary: Meet your new admin who is going to holler at you about your poor excuse for charting. Mostly for Ibin but open to anyone else who wants to make a thread in here.
Warnings: Kirian. Medications. Otherwise, nothing.
Kirian started working in the clinic in the past week and a half, and so far as sifted through as much of everything as he can, but there's still more to be done. The outbreak had hit hard- he had been here for that, and it was hardly a surprise that Adrasteius was working himself to exhaustion trying to keep up with everything. Some days he can reach a stopping point before midnight, others he works early into the morning simply because he wants to.
Medication records were spotty at the moment, as were treatment records, but there wasn't much that he could do about that. Things needed to be filed, and supply requisitions needed to be done. Schedules for the week needed to be drafted up and checked with those in charge. The clinic didn't have too much organization, but he was determined to make use of what was there.
Perhaps you've seen him keeping to himself in a back room in the evenings, making himself tea and working where room had been made amid stacks of files and other paperwork. Perhaps he's pulled you aside to ask if you wanted to cover someone who had asked for a day off.
Or perhaps you're the unlucky soul who has to deal with him when he makes an appointment for himself.
For Ibin Cenna
But to the fair, he did have terrible pain in his missing limb.
He's sitting on an exam table, frowning and hoping that the clinician will be along soon. Don't make him wait too long, or you'll be on midnight shift all week.
:D all I want out of this is something terrible and vaguely Housesque
Ibin's not really bouncing back from the gloom of the last couple of months. He just can't shake the feeling that he should've been able to do more-- and worse yet, creeping around the edges of his thoughts is the fatalistic notion that nothing he can do here matters. After all, that's the point, isn't it-- in the here-and-now, the UE is completely unbeatable. Who cares if he can bandage up soldiers and send them out to be killed again? It's like slapping some gauze on an amputation and wondering why the patient is still bleeding out.
However, he's doing his best not to listen to that little voice. Medicine is his passion; a few bad months-- even a few bad years-- wouldn't stop him. So he puts on his best bedside face and walks into the exam room.
"Hello, Mr. Dawningsun! I'm sorry we haven't really gotten a chance to talk before, but everyone says you've been a miracle worker with all the paperwork. Hmm, you're here for...?"
"terrible" I can deliver.
"Pain."
He said it mildly, and then continued.
"I have a missing limb- my right leg was amputated just above the knee. They call them phantom sensations, but I trust that you will understand they are quite real to me." He looks away. "It's difficult to make it out of bed some days, to be quite honest with you. When I was here last month, I was given something for pain, and I was hoping I might be able to have a supply to take home with me."
He fell silent and frowned slightly. He hated having to explain himself.
no subject
Hmmm, something a little bit trickier than just a broken bone or concussion. Ibin knew a bit about phantom limb pain; a fishing village will have those sorts of injuries from time to time. Unfortunately, in Burhara, treatment had never really progressed any further than "give the poor soul all the rum they want," and Ibin had never held with that approach, especially since it invariably produced raging alcoholics. In light of that, giving Kirian however many painkillers and hoping he could properly self-medicate seemed like a terrible idea.
"Well," he hedged, "what did they give you last time? And how much of it?"