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trans_92011-05-19 07:22 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in trans_92011-05-19 07:22 pm
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Bad Handwriting and Everything [Open]
The upside to using paper and pen instead of data pads for taking notes on patients is that it's intuitive and you can fiddle with things. The downside is that, at the end of a shift, a lot of the notes have to be shredded for privacy reasons, and the details have to be entered into the data pads anyway. Despite his usual devotion to efficiency, Howard doesn't mind this. It's a nice way to review the day and cement anything he might have learned.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
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"Hard to suck the marrow out of someone's bones when you've got fillings, right?" he remarks, feeling nauseated.
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Her right hand moves to her left arm and squeezes it under the elbow, idly rubbing back and forth.
"What? No, not if you have the fillings professionally done. But I've got eight more teeth than you do. Brushing them all the way back is a chore. And do you know how hard it is to floss when your teeth are all razor-edged? Sometimes I think you humans are lucky to have teeth that are good for more than biting through things." If she had been nibbling on that Tinker Toy, it would have been sawdust ages ago.
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"Not to mention I bet dentists are really reluctant to polish your pearl whites."
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"Oh, I always tip my dentists quite generously - they're doing delicate work in very close quarters." And she was trusting them with one of the prime identifiers of her species - a lot of Living People rituals and social observances involved the teeth. Even if she had chosen to leave her homeworld, she had been raised to judge her worth (at least in part) by the sharpness and brightness of the ivory in her mouth. Which was sad, when you really thought about it.