26 October, in the aftermath
You know, they say 'Doctor, heal thyself' and all, but this doesn't take several things into consideration. For example, it is near impossible to heal yourself. You can try to diagnose yourself, but the odds are you're not going to be willing to consider diagnoses you don't want to hear -- personally, I can count 'pregnant' among those for myself, at first -- and the odds that what you'll need to do to heal yourself are even possible to do on your own and on yourself are small.
Also, to be a Healer or a doctor, you must have a tremendous ego in order to even start practising medicine on other people, so the idea that a Healer would let someone else touch them and work on them, that they would know better... well.
Mind, this doesn't apply to everyone, but it applies to a lot of us. Including my idiot cousin Stewart!
Of course I'm referring to the fact that Stewart was in the attack on the Third Circle last night, and chose to splint, numb and walk on his fractured leg while practising triage on the victims with his girlfriend and maternity mediwitch Naomi Goldstein until the first wave of General Med Healers arrived to transport them. I'm going to take the time now to note to anyone who doesn't have common sense that you shouldn't walk on a fracture, no matter how much help you can give other people in the meantime, because all it means is another MONTH of bedrest, a possible limp, and the use of a cane until further notice.
That's right, Bells. Stewart has a cane.
The baby is feisty, everyone, not only is he moving but he's kicking. I think he just wants to help because he knows I'm stressed, but really, that is not the best way. I'm holding off on getting a wedding dress until after my body's, ah, settled on a shape at least for a little while. I don't want to have to let out the bodice. I'm finally showing, so at least it doesn't look like I'm randomly fat. At least I hope not.
Right now I should be taking a nap -- I'm laying down and everything -- but I'm probably going to go back to work soon because I just can't stop thinking about everyone out there. GenMed needs every hand it can get, whether it's connected to a pregnant woman or not.
Jesse, I swear I'll be out for dinner at some point, because I have to eat or the baby may kick an escape route out.
Also, to be a Healer or a doctor, you must have a tremendous ego in order to even start practising medicine on other people, so the idea that a Healer would let someone else touch them and work on them, that they would know better... well.
Mind, this doesn't apply to everyone, but it applies to a lot of us. Including my idiot cousin Stewart!
Of course I'm referring to the fact that Stewart was in the attack on the Third Circle last night, and chose to splint, numb and walk on his fractured leg while practising triage on the victims with his girlfriend and maternity mediwitch Naomi Goldstein until the first wave of General Med Healers arrived to transport them. I'm going to take the time now to note to anyone who doesn't have common sense that you shouldn't walk on a fracture, no matter how much help you can give other people in the meantime, because all it means is another MONTH of bedrest, a possible limp, and the use of a cane until further notice.
That's right, Bells. Stewart has a cane.
The baby is feisty, everyone, not only is he moving but he's kicking. I think he just wants to help because he knows I'm stressed, but really, that is not the best way. I'm holding off on getting a wedding dress until after my body's, ah, settled on a shape at least for a little while. I don't want to have to let out the bodice. I'm finally showing, so at least it doesn't look like I'm randomly fat. At least I hope not.
Right now I should be taking a nap -- I'm laying down and everything -- but I'm probably going to go back to work soon because I just can't stop thinking about everyone out there. GenMed needs every hand it can get, whether it's connected to a pregnant woman or not.
Jesse, I swear I'll be out for dinner at some point, because I have to eat or the baby may kick an escape route out.