The Life Criterion 5d/??
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July 2 2010, 06:16:19 UTC
Alfred sighed. The man just so snappish and totally not cool, couldn't stand a harmless little joke and seemed always picking for fights. He pointed as he quickly mentioned each drug.
"Rifampin, isoniazid, prazinamide, and ethambutol. All antibiotics, four at a time to prevent drug resistant because TB is a slow sucker and an ass to kill."
He didn't stop because Arthur was the kind of people who'd better stayed zipped. "They are to be taken by mouth and will pass through your liver, so the most severe side effect will happen there. Others, I'm afraid we'll have to stand that."
"Good."
Not quite fond at the tone, Alfred frowned. What does he mean by 'good'? He was no professor whom Alfred had to do presentation to. Heck, all he did was sitting there on a hospital bed, insulting (he started it!) the coffee he never drank and acting like some kind of jerk. Oh no not acting. He is. Totally.
"You left out this one."
"Who said I left it out? 'm just watching your huge eyebrows, funny."
"Get it done with and get out of my room, you git."
"Like I would stay." Alfred mumbled. "That one is vitamin, B six to be specific. Protect your nerves so INH won't mess with them." No need, they're already screwed.
Honestly, Arthur might be an easy one. For Alfred had met patients far more petulant before and it's like everyday business now; they yelled at him, insulted him, asked for drugs that he could by no means give and demanded him to cater to their every whim. Basically, people being assholes. Alfred considered himself as a nice guy with a kind heart meaning good but he didn't choose to be a doc just to take their crap (stool sample no count). So now he retaliated, in his own Alfred way. Still sometimes he wished they would just behave and let him help them, not making his work harder when it's hard enough without them jerking him around.
"Take them at least two hours before the meal, except the vitamin one. After meal or at another time, just separate it from the other four. I would ask the nurses to schedule it and bring the drugs for you each day so it'll be easier."
"I don't need a reminder."
"Well, sorry but that's not how it works. Everyone who is taking meds against tuberculosis should be monitored. It's to prevent the drug resistance."
"You mean the treatment might fail?"
"When you fail to take the meds everyday according to the prescription, yes."
"So that's why you said it depended."
"Yes, but like I said there are also other factors. Look Arthur, why don't you let Kiku and I take care of that? Just rest and try to get better." Alfred said so because he knew he should give hope and how much it did matter. He'd seen patients lose faith and give up way too fast just because their doctors couldn't bring themselves to care. He wasn't going to let that happen.
"What else should I know?" Arthur appeared to lose the desire to fight momentarily, as if his thoughts were being directed onto other subject or process. Maybe it's too much information at a time, Alfred guessed, not that he was going to say it, he asked for details and that's probably a good sign, means he cares, worries or perhaps . . . is afraid.
"We need to move you to another room." Alfred decided to pick up the jars of pills. "Tuberculosis is infectious. I'm afraid we'll have to put you into isolation."
He didn't miss the small twitch of Arthur's hands.
"Fine." Arthur said, eyes averted and far off the window, "I'm tired of this room anyway."
"Rifampin, isoniazid, prazinamide, and ethambutol. All antibiotics, four at a time to prevent drug resistant because TB is a slow sucker and an ass to kill."
He didn't stop because Arthur was the kind of people who'd better stayed zipped. "They are to be taken by mouth and will pass through your liver, so the most severe side effect will happen there. Others, I'm afraid we'll have to stand that."
"Good."
Not quite fond at the tone, Alfred frowned. What does he mean by 'good'? He was no professor whom Alfred had to do presentation to. Heck, all he did was sitting there on a hospital bed, insulting (he started it!) the coffee he never drank and acting like some kind of jerk. Oh no not acting. He is. Totally.
"You left out this one."
"Who said I left it out? 'm just watching your huge eyebrows, funny."
"Get it done with and get out of my room, you git."
"Like I would stay." Alfred mumbled. "That one is vitamin, B six to be specific. Protect your nerves so INH won't mess with them." No need, they're already screwed.
Honestly, Arthur might be an easy one. For Alfred had met patients far more petulant before and it's like everyday business now; they yelled at him, insulted him, asked for drugs that he could by no means give and demanded him to cater to their every whim. Basically, people being assholes. Alfred considered himself as a nice guy with a kind heart meaning good but he didn't choose to be a doc just to take their crap (stool sample no count). So now he retaliated, in his own Alfred way. Still sometimes he wished they would just behave and let him help them, not making his work harder when it's hard enough without them jerking him around.
"Take them at least two hours before the meal, except the vitamin one. After meal or at another time, just separate it from the other four. I would ask the nurses to schedule it and bring the drugs for you each day so it'll be easier."
"I don't need a reminder."
"Well, sorry but that's not how it works. Everyone who is taking meds against tuberculosis should be monitored. It's to prevent the drug resistance."
"You mean the treatment might fail?"
"When you fail to take the meds everyday according to the prescription, yes."
"So that's why you said it depended."
"Yes, but like I said there are also other factors. Look Arthur, why don't you let Kiku and I take care of that? Just rest and try to get better." Alfred said so because he knew he should give hope and how much it did matter. He'd seen patients lose faith and give up way too fast just because their doctors couldn't bring themselves to care. He wasn't going to let that happen.
"What else should I know?" Arthur appeared to lose the desire to fight momentarily, as if his thoughts were being directed onto other subject or process. Maybe it's too much information at a time, Alfred guessed, not that he was going to say it, he asked for details and that's probably a good sign, means he cares, worries or perhaps . . . is afraid.
"We need to move you to another room." Alfred decided to pick up the jars of pills. "Tuberculosis is infectious. I'm afraid we'll have to put you into isolation."
He didn't miss the small twitch of Arthur's hands.
"Fine." Arthur said, eyes averted and far off the window, "I'm tired of this room anyway."
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