fandom_clinic | Clinic Open Tuesday October 25th

Sam walked into the clinic and signed her name down on the clipboard. She hadn't been in here before, so she took the time to look around while she waited.

Wilson wandered back from where he'd been in the office gathering up some more charts.

"Hello, there."

"Hi. Um, I guess I need to speak to a doctor?"

"I think I suit that bill." Wilson said with a grin as he moved forward, setting the charts down on the counter and holding out his hand.

"Dr. James Wilson. How can I help?"

"I'm Sam Carter. I saw some posters (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/206487.html?#cutid1) and it reminded me that I needed to take care of something. I wanted to renew my birth control prescription, or get those shots, maybe?"

[ooc: Not sure if you know, but if you take her blood for analysis and/or testing, you're going to see a protein/genetic/DNA-ish marker that you're never going to have seen before. Everything else should be normal, though.]

Wilson made a good show of not looking at said posters and he simply smiled.

"All right, have you gotten your prescription filled through us before?"

[ooc: He shouldn't need to draw blood for this, though when he drew Jack's blood I was told that the OOC decision was it would look normal, that the technology wasn't up to detecting differences...has that changed?]

She shook her head. "No, I haven't."

[ooc: No, Jack's blood hasn't changed, but Sam's difference is noticeable in canon because of the Goa'uld that took over her body, then gave its life for hers. That death left an observable protein marker. This is different from the clone thing.]

"Ah, okay...do you happen to have a copy of your old records? Or have the number of your previous doctor I could call and get a copy?"

He had an inkling that the answer was going to be a no but figured he had to at least try asking.

[ooc:*facepalms* I need to drink more coffee]

"No, I don't have a copy of my records ~~because they're classified.~~ ~~And I don't remember her phone number, but would her room number do?~~ And my previous doctor died, unfortunately."

[ooc:Hee. *hands you large coffee*]

Wilson pulled a bit of a face. He knew what proper procedure was but there was no way in hell he was going to perform a baseline establishing pelvic exam on a female student without a female clinic staff member in the room.

"Okay, do you happen to remember what you were taking?"

[ooc:*Contented caffineated squeaks are heard*]

Sam squirmed in her seat. These conversations were always so awkward. "I think I was getting shots four times a year, but I don't remember the name or the dosage. I'm sorry."

They always were a bit awkward, particularly with a new doctor.

Smiling gently, hoping to take a bit of the strain off, he crossed his arms and relaxed back against the counter.

"Depo-Provera sound familiar?"

Sam bit her lip in thought. "I think so, but what happens if I'm wrong?"

"Not too much initially." Wilson explained. "The reason birth control is a prescription drug and not just something over the counter is because there can be some serious side effects. The higher the dosage the greater risk of these side effects. That's why it's normal to get a yearly exam when on the drug."

Taking a breath he reached up and pinched at the bridge of his nose as he dredged up his memory of the writer up on Depo in the medical journals.

"Depo-Provera is actually a low level progestin-only method of birth control. The biggest concern we would have with you is it can cause bone thinning...not great for teenagers who are still growing. It also increases your risk of sexually transmitted infections. But this means you should take calcium suppliments, which isn't a bad idea in general and always use a condom."

Crossing his ankles he squinted one eye closed and then nodded.

"The rest are pretty much the same with any hormonal birth control method. Nausea, Anemia, bloating and weight gain..."

Sam looked down at her skinny, scrawny self and grinned. A little weight gain might not be bad. "I'm already at my full height, Doctor, so shouldn't the bone thinning be less? And I'll take the calcium ~~because Janet's always on me about eating properly anyway~~."

She nodded again. He was certainly nicer than her previous gyno. "I'll use a condom. This is just to be extra careful."

Giving her a quick study from behind his lashes, Wilson nodded and straightened.

"Come on back."

Grabbing a prepper file folder from behind the counter, he flipped it open and asked over his shoulder as he lead the way towards a free exam room.

"Name, age, species..."

"Samantha Carter, ~~forty~~, sixteen, human," she recited, smiling. Only at this school.

Exactly!

"Okay, Samantha. Do you have any allergies or are you on any other prescription drugs?"

He flipped the file open while waving her towards the exam table.

She grimaced. "Call me Sam, please. Allergies? Um...nothing that I'm aware of. Sometimes I take Tylenol or Motrin for headaches. Nothing serious, though."

She did dislocate her shoulder and get a black eye taking care of Hathor a few weeks back, but the Asgard were nice enough to take care of that.

Making the applicable notes, Wilson nodded and moved to gather up gloves and the IM shot.

"All right. That should make this go fairly quickly."

Sliding on the gloves -he only snapped them if he was making a point-, Wilson walked back over towards her and indicated she should roll up her sleeve.

"Anything else you need while you're here today?"

Sam rolled up the sleeve on her sweater and looked away from the needle, unable to watch it slide under her skin.

"No, that's pretty much it, thanks. Just poking with a needle and drugs."

He was fairly deft with a needle, a combination of a heafty phobia himself and years of chemo lines.

In, inject, out and done.

"Okay, all done then. Come back in if you have severe cramps, spotting or any of the nausea or fatigue symptoms."

She rolled her sleeve back down. That had almost been painless. "Thanks, Doctor. I will."

As she walked out, she couldn't help looking to see if Jack was at the desk.

After his classes and his session in journalism class, Dream finds his way to the Clinic.

The bad dreams of those confined to it hang heavy in the air.

Hello. I am here to see Dr. Wilson.

If Wilson had a better understanding of Dream and of his new home, he probably would have kept as far away from the Professor himself as possible. Nothing personal but to say the oncologist was a peaceful sleeper these days was a joke.

However, he didn't and besides, he wasn't even thinking about that, his personal life almost shut off in pursuit of his professional responsibilities.

Standing from behind the counter, he smiled in his habitually warm and friendly way.

"Hello, Professor. Thank you so much for stopping. Do you mind if we step back into the office? The matter is a bit confidential."

As you wish, Dream says, realizing how much of the place's aura of bad dreams is coming from the smiling man.

Now now, be fair! House contributed a heck of a lot also.

Leading the Professor back into the small office, Wilson closed the door and waved him towards one of the chairs...then he turned quickly and swept the pile of charts off the chair so the man could sit down.

"Okay, I'll try to make this quick, without naming names. I've read articles on the links between dreams and the brain trying to manage thoughts, wants and experiences being held in check by the conscious mind. I don't believe this patient will ever truly be able to leave behind the baggage he carries." And how to explain that the baggage was the full load of an adult in the brain of a teenager...without giving away secrets.

"I'm afraid due to confidentiality, you'll hopefully have to trust my medical judgement on that. In the same vein, I in no way support the idea of putting this person on sleep aids for the rest of his life. So...that knocks out the two traditional medical ways to address sleep crippling nightmares and in my attempt to step outside the box...I asked him about trying dream therapy...investigating the possibility of learning to understand and influence his sleeping mind so that he can get the REM sleep he biologically needs."

Yes, that whole explination made his head hurt.

Dream strokes his chin as he listens, appreciating Wilson's clarity about what was needed.

I have just the book for your patient. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a copy of Lucid Dreaming (http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html).

I prefer not to interfere with the dreams of humans without strong cause. It can have unpoeasant consequences for the Dreaming, and for them. These techniques, though, allow the conscious mind to slightly shape the dreamer's perception of the Dreaming. Which sounds like what your patient needs.

If it is not enough, I can offer additional assistance, but I would need to meet with the dreamer in person.

Wilson reached to take the book, turning it over and studying the back curiously.

"Oh I...err...I know that this is a delicate line to walk but I didn't intened for his dreams to be interfered with by anyone but himself. I just don't know...would reading this give him the necessary tools to be able to help himself? What you're saying about the techniques in here...it's exactly what he might benefit from...I'm just unsure if it's something a conscious mind can teach itself."

It depends on the conscious mind. With enough motivation, it is more than possible.

It also helps to have someone to study with.

Dark eyes flicked up towards Dream and while Wilson wasn't about to admit to anything, he did have to acknowledge that the idea of being able to control some of his nightmares...held a certain appeal.

"Do you think, if I read this...I'd be able to help him?"

Dream weighs one hand against the other, equivocating.

You might. And it could help you as well as your friend.

Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Wilson blushed very lightly but didn't contradict what Dream was saying.

He had a feeling Dream would see it for a lie anyway.

"Okay...but, you're sure you don't mind if, well if I call you with any questions or if we seem to need help?"

If Dream notices the bitten lip or the blush, he makes no sign of it.

Of course. I am always available.

"Thank you." Wilson said and then he smiled.

"And thank you for your time today, Sir. Can I return the book to your office when we're finished with it?"

Please. I look forward to hearing how the experiment goes.

Rearranging his robes, Dream rises to leave.

Straightening as well, Wilson nodded.

"I will be in touch. Thank you again for coming by."

*Jonathan comes into the clicn with one of the pies (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/266787.html?thread=13047587#t13047587) he made in the cooking class.*

Dr. Wilson? Dr. House? Anyone here?

Wilson popped up from under the desk...probably best not to ask what he was doing down there.

Sniff

Sniff

"I smell pie."

I had a bit of a mishap in the cooking lab today. Read the ingredients wrong or something and ended up making three pumpkin pies. I can't eat three pies by myself so I thought I'd leave one here for anyone that wanted some. Do either you or Dr. House like pie?

Pushing the rest of the way up to his feet, Wilson chuckled and walked towards Jonathan.

"Well, as a rule we both like pie...but you'll forgive me if I ask...is it enchanted? Did any strange bunny causing dust get into it? Did anyone wave a wand at it? Was someone named Drusilla anywhere near it? Does the oven it was cooked in talk regularly to that whacky locker I keep hearing about? Will it suddenly talk to me when I least expect it? Are there any ingredients in it that if mixed with air will ignite? Annndd...is that cinnamon I smell?"

"It legitimate pie, nothing hinky and I made it by hand, watched it and everything.

And yeah, I had a piece earlier so I know they're good. Enjoy!

"It's also known as dinner."

Wilson muttered as he took the pie.

"Thank you, Jonathan!"

"No problem Doctor, I hope things aren't to busy in here for you to eat it."

_{[[*flys by and pouts about the coffee*]]}

If Wilson is still in the clinic he's being asked for. If he's not... then he's probably not getting this. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/34650.html?thread=1414234)

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