Clinic Hours - Monday November 14th 2005

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It had been a good weekend but now it was time to get back to the grind. Wilson listened to the radio he had flipped on as he puttered about the Clinic getting it opened, the lights turned on and the waiting room straightened out. Coffee was set to brew and soon the rich aroma was filling the reception area, bringing a smile to Wilson's face.

Moving towards the front desk, he sighed softly as he took in the amount of paperwork that he'd left behind when House had wisked him off for the weekend at the hotel. It was going to take a bit of work to get through all of it and if he was even going to have a hope of success, he'd need a To Do list.

Pouring himself some coffee, Wilson sat down and started to reach for a pen. Just as his hand had almost reached a cup, a pencil fell out of the ceiling, landing on the desk next to his arm. Almost afraid to look, the oncologist peered upwards.

Blink.

Taking a pad of paper, he wrote To Do across the top, then began to make notes.

Charting
Follow up with Red
Order supplies
Re-stock blood bank
Re-stock red lollipop supply
Figure out how the hell all those pencils got up in the ceiling!


Doctor on Duty, feel free to come bleed, drink coffee, chat, or D) All of the above.

Comments

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

A dark eyebrow arched upwards and then Wilson chuckled softly, giving his head a shake as he leaned against the counter.

"I wish you'd given me this warning before last night. I met your Mr. McKay last night, he was talking to me about his lemon allergies."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I wasn't sick yesterday, so I didn't come into the clinic.

Anyway, Rodney will pontificate about this allergy of his to anyone who stands still for more than 30 seconds. I swear, as paranoid as he is, he could have outgrown this allergy when he was 6 and he'd never know it. You could hand him a glass of milk and he'll ask if there's lemon in it. When you tell him no, he'll still want to run thirty chemical tests on it to be sure.

And wow is he not 'my' Dr. McKay. Not in any sense of the word.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Chuckling softly, Wilson gave his head a slight nod.

"Well, that's why pagers were invented. You'd be amazed what they'll get you out of. Still, I told him I'd speak with Mayor Red and get back with him on the procedure for those folks in town to follow to recieve medical care."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I think I'd be more afraid of what they can get you into.

Tell Red that you'll only take 'real patients'. That'll give you an excuse to tell McKay to shove off.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Can't dispute that, especially around here." Wilson muttered.

He straightened with a gentle smile.

"I'll definite keep your advice under advisement, Shep but I'm afraid as a general rule, he's got a captive audience with me, one of the side effects that come with the MD."

The doctor moved to turn around but he paused and winked back at Sheppard.

"However, I have no problem in making sure patient's understand their place in priority list."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. Like I said, you're a good guy, so I know you take that whole Hippopotumus Oath thing seriously. But I'd still keep that pager handy, if I were you. *grins*

Thanks for the help, Doc... I'm gonna go soak my head...

Have a good night.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I thank you for the warning." He smiled after the young man. "Have a good night, Shep."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Welcome! Night.