Gallstones [Terrance]

[Evgeny Demidov]

Evgeny had gallstones.

They had been hurting him for a couple of days now. It sucked, but he was smart enough to know than when an abdominal pain stood for more than a couple of days without going away, a doctor had to be seen. And so, in Maddock Hospital, after all the silly paperwork an inmigrant has to do to get decent health service, he was examined by the on-call doctor who after the standard exams, determined that he had gallstones and was sent to the hepatologist the next day.

Before arriving to the hospital that morning, he did what any other scared person would do: he wiki'd what gallstones were and what caused them. He didn't understand much, though, but reading that it was non-lethal and he'd be pretty much fine by next week, he sighed in relief. He arrived early that day to the doctor's office announced his arrival to the person in charge and sat in the waiting room. Evgeny was really knew at this medical system, or any really. If he were back in Russia, he had already be treated by some biological manipulator rather than some doctor. The advantages of being in an all-metahuman military unit.

At least two hours passed when his name was called and Evgeny still had a smile in his face. He was not impatient and the military life taught him to how to keep his mind from getting irritated by inactivity or boredom... and it wasn't like he had anything else to do, anyway, but he did start considering buying either an iPod or a cellphone with music features to pass the time in the next occasion if it presented itself, there was really no reason to take things like a soldier now that he was a civilian.

Althought he had seen the name a couple of times in the paperwork Ev examined off the door's plaque once again as he entered the office: Dr. Terrance Jordan. He walked up to the desk, smile still in face even though the gallstones still hurt, the analgesics prescribed by the previous doctor hadn't been that strong, and stood there behind the chairs in front of the doctor's desk. It reminded him of meeting a high-rank in the military, he couldn't take a sit until he was asked and assumed things worked the same in these cases.

"Dr. Jordan?" He did take the liberty to speak without being asked, something he couldn't have done back then. "I'm, ehh, Ev. Nice to meet you?"

He wasn't sure of that last part, though, it wasn't nice to have gallstones.

[Dr. Terrence Jordan]

Terrence hadn't realized quite how busy the day was going to be. For inexplicable reasons the receptionist on his hall had assigned him more patients than he normally would have seen, not to mention the patients already on his schedule because they were staying there for varying reasons.

His day had really been quite hectic.

He tried to give everyone the best possible care, answering whatever questions they had, but his schedule had been so crowded he'd felt rushed from one person to the next, and he hated being rushed.

At least this was the last one for the day.

Even better, instead of complaining about the unfortunate wait, the man smiled and gave quite a friendly introduction.

"Mr. Demidov." Terrence stood, offering his hand. If they had been meeting under different circumstances he would have used the casual nickname his patient introduced himself as, but that wouldn't have been very professional.

"Please, sit." He gestured to the seat across from his desk before glancing at the papers on his desk, medical history sent his way by the GP who had examined Evgeny the previous day. "This says you're having trouble with gallstones. Have you been having symptoms?"

If they were discovered during a separate medical exam then he would recommend observation rather than treatment. If they were causing difficulties, however, something would need to be done.

[Evgeny Demidov]

"Yes." He nodded gallantly as he sat. "Abdominal pain mostly. I was nauseous the other morning too. Thought I was pregnant but remembered the unfortunate unofficial celibacy I've had for months." He laughed a bit, even thought neither the joke or the subject were funny at all. Oh man, will he think I'm gay now? "Besides that I believe I'm quite fine. I've been in weak analgesics"

He leaned back in his chair and started tapping the chair's wooden arms softly, like a kid would when bored, but in Ev's case, it was just part of his childlike behavior.

"I'm very curious, you know." Like a child, too. "I couldn't avoid myself from getting into the internet and read about it." He was part of an intelligence military group for years, investigating was part of him by now. "Think I'll be needing surgery? Please say no. I know I'm not saying anything you don't know, but I'd prefer the ultrasonic treatment. Well, that if I'd be needing a treatment, I read too that they can go away in easier ways." Only then, he noticed he was talking too much in front of a figure of respect. Lousy of him to not show more respect. "Apologies if I'm talking too much."

[Dr. Terrence Jordan]

Terrence was always torn about the amount of information available online; on the one hand, he was always glad to find a patient interested enough in their health to research but on the other they had such a tendency to attach to the worst possible scenario or, in some cases, to insist they were better informed than he was. At least Evgeny didn't seem like the type to fight him on his recommendations, even if he was offering his preference.

"Not at all, not at all. It is quite nice to know you have such an interest in your health." He reassured Evgeny. He certainly didn't mind talking, that was far preferable to the surly patients who were only there under duress.

He jotted down the symptoms on the medical records, remarking as he did, "I'm afraid that I can't rule surgery out of the question entirely, but if it can be avoided it will be." It wasn't as if he just wanted to perform surgery willynilly; it was a last resort, done only when not performing it would cause too many health problems.

"Have you had gallstones in the past?"

[Evgeny Demidov]

It was a good question. To start, most of Evgeny's real past was beyond classified, but the troubling fact was that as soldiers go, at least in his unit, they don't get full reports on their health. Weekly each soldier was examined by a physician who was also a biology manipulator and if he found something wrong, after two or three sessions they were fine as if by meta-magic. It was easier back then, but in his new real life, he had no idea if he had had gallstones before. He did know, however, that among his false paperwork, there was a medical history in which the only thing besides flu, was side-effect-related afflictions, which were all just about lose of sight and migraine. So there was only one answer to reply.

"No... At least not that I know of, though." He wondered if not being descriptive enough would hinder a good progression in the removal of the gallstones. He twitched his lips a bit as he worried. "I've had some... biological manipulators heal me before, but you know how it works. You had something and then you don't and that's about it. Does that count? How do doctors nowadays keep up with those sort of metas around anyway?"

[Dr. Terrence Jordan]

Ah, biological manipulators. He had met one during med school, but she'd claimed that using her powers often would result in less life for herself, so she didn't use it often at all. He had assumed that others were the same way. It wasn't as if there were so many biological manipulators running around that he was going to be out of a job anytime soon, though he had to admit that if there were metas who could replace organs or cure deadly diseases (and not at risk to themselves) that would be a great leap forward for the standard of living all around the world, and he would have gladly accepted that his job was no longer needed.

"If the biological manipulators are not kind enough to add their treatment to your medical history then we hope the patient remembers what they were being treated for and deal with it as if it were any other type of treatment for their ailment. From what I understand there is less risk of later complications arising with biological manipulation, but it is nice to know what a patient has suffered from in the past, because sometimes the body does the same thing again."

He hoped that explanation was easy enough to understand; without knowing exactly what Evgeny had been treated for and how the biological manipulation used on him worked, it was hard to say. Still, he assumed that the metas working on him would have noted if they'd cured gallstones because surely the next time they worked on him they would have liked knowing he'd had them before.

"In any case we will just observe them and see if they go away on their own. If your symptoms become worse then call, but for now you are free to go. Make an appointment with the front desk and I shall see you then."

((methinks we can wrap?))

[Evgeny Demidov]

ooc: ok!

Evgeny was still a soldier and like any good soldier, he was very good at following orders immediately after listening to them, and the way Dr. Jordan spoke to him triggered all of Ev's military reflexes, and thus, immediately after he was done speaking, the blonde nodded and stood up, and started to move his right hand towards his forehead but stopped midway, remembering he was a civilian.

He saved the movement, however, by instead stretching his arm towards Dr. Jordan for a handshake combo'ed by a big smile.

"Thank you, Dr. Jordan." He nodded again before turning around and walking out of the office.