[EVENT] Consultations and Follow-up Care
Who: Patients: Belarus flaxenflowers, Denmark yndigt_land, Egypt misriyun, France andouillette, Germany das_vaterland, Iceland til_himnarikis, Japan therisingsun, Latvia baidos, South Italy cuori_di_ferro, Russia scarf, Ukraine oncetheedge. Staff: Dr. Joseph Gaither sanctuary_docs and Nurse Vivien Bekkali sanctuary_npcs.
What: Follow-up visits and consultations with Dr. Gaither and Nurse Vivien.
When: 10 January 1946, morning.
Where: The infirmary.
Rating: Keeping it PG for now, considering the characters assembled.
The infirmary had been much like any other infirmary, clean and filled with beds and tables and chairs and white. White to symbolize sterilization, of course. White represented cleanliness. White represented order. White represented perfection. White was exactly the color the Dr. Gaither hated. Not that he could complain too much, considering his profession, but he did get a little annoyed that everything needed to be white. To combat the purity of the white in the room, he muddied up the walls and corners with posters, paintings, a few flower pots filled with fake flowers, given that fresh flowers were in short supply at this time of year, a simple ficus near the window, khaki-colored window dressings, anything to create a sense of color and warmth. He wasn't a hater of brightness, as Dr. Huan was, nor was he a fan of brilliant colors, like Dr. del Oro was, but he did enjoy there to be some sort of something to make a space more comfortable to the patients. A sterile environment was needed to promote good health, of course, but a space didn't need to be blindingly white in order to prove its sterility.
He hoped that taking such measures would prove invaluable today, however, as he was going to do follow-up and consultations with some of the patients today. He had made sure that the list was of patients who needed follow-up for conditions that they had presented with prior to his arrival, as well as those whom he had treated before. He also made sure that he could do medication consultations for patients that were on current treatment that was prescribed before his arrival by "a certain physician" and necessarily adjust dosing or even eliminate treatment altogether.
At his desk, which sat by a large window unhindered by bars and locks, he reviewed medical records and waited for his patients. Unlike the other physicians here, all those under the roof of the Sanctuary were his patients. Even that "certain physician," who managed to allow patients to injure him with kitchen utensils. Honestly, that doctor was not worthy of his license, but such matters were not his to contemplate. He had to read up on allergies and current medications and treatments in anticipation for the patients to arrive. They needed a real doctor treating them, and not some quack from China.
What: Follow-up visits and consultations with Dr. Gaither and Nurse Vivien.
When: 10 January 1946, morning.
Where: The infirmary.
Rating: Keeping it PG for now, considering the characters assembled.
The infirmary had been much like any other infirmary, clean and filled with beds and tables and chairs and white. White to symbolize sterilization, of course. White represented cleanliness. White represented order. White represented perfection. White was exactly the color the Dr. Gaither hated. Not that he could complain too much, considering his profession, but he did get a little annoyed that everything needed to be white. To combat the purity of the white in the room, he muddied up the walls and corners with posters, paintings, a few flower pots filled with fake flowers, given that fresh flowers were in short supply at this time of year, a simple ficus near the window, khaki-colored window dressings, anything to create a sense of color and warmth. He wasn't a hater of brightness, as Dr. Huan was, nor was he a fan of brilliant colors, like Dr. del Oro was, but he did enjoy there to be some sort of something to make a space more comfortable to the patients. A sterile environment was needed to promote good health, of course, but a space didn't need to be blindingly white in order to prove its sterility.
He hoped that taking such measures would prove invaluable today, however, as he was going to do follow-up and consultations with some of the patients today. He had made sure that the list was of patients who needed follow-up for conditions that they had presented with prior to his arrival, as well as those whom he had treated before. He also made sure that he could do medication consultations for patients that were on current treatment that was prescribed before his arrival by "a certain physician" and necessarily adjust dosing or even eliminate treatment altogether.
At his desk, which sat by a large window unhindered by bars and locks, he reviewed medical records and waited for his patients. Unlike the other physicians here, all those under the roof of the Sanctuary were his patients. Even that "certain physician," who managed to allow patients to injure him with kitchen utensils. Honestly, that doctor was not worthy of his license, but such matters were not his to contemplate. He had to read up on allergies and current medications and treatments in anticipation for the patients to arrive. They needed a real doctor treating them, and not some quack from China.