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I'm...not the biggest fan of that kind of thing generally.
Wed Feb 28, 2018 17:46

Joe almost began to protest again as his shoes began removing themselves - admitting that he was ill was not the same thing as saying he was too weak and feeble to even take off his own shoes! - but decided it wasn’t worth it. As long as the decisions related to his socks remained his own, he could manage, he supposed.

He began to remove his robes - he had damaged his robes enough this year without sleeping in one set of them like some kind of barbarian - but balked again, however, at the prospect of deliberately making himself colder than this, even though his trousers and shirt were not in the category of garment types the Healer wanted him to remove. “I know its’s’ fever,” he said, carefully folding the uniform garment. “Don’t you need heat to kill th’virus?” He was not so much concerned about that, of course, as the possibility that there would not be blankets involved when he cooperated with the lying-down part of the prescription. He wanted blankets. He wanted all the blankets. And tea with a bit of lemon and a lot of honey, like Mom made when they were sick. Then he would feel better, or at least less annoyed about it all.

He didn’t bother looking at the label of the potion, not least because reading sounded kind of hard right now and reading medicalese that he might not understand anyway sounded downright torturous. Sunny yellow. Nice color. He liked it, and it occurred naturally - there were squash that were that yellow. Did the potion have squash in it? Squash were a vegetable, vegetables were full of vitamins, vitamins were good for sick people, weren’t they? A cocktail of salicylic acid, vitamins, and caffeine sounded like just the thing right now, provided it came with a bit of food he didn’t want to eat but would eat to prevent himself from feeling worse….

He realized he was staring blankly at the vial and drank its contents quickly, trying to ignore the taste and not try to reason out whether or not it tasted anything like squash. Non-drowsy formula sounded good; if he could just stay awake until it kicked in - then he could go about his business. Good idea. Very good idea. He just wished they had little cubicles or something, something so he didn’t worry as much about people watching him...if she saw he was awake, she might dose him with something to resolve that, and if he did fall asleep, he didn’t like the thought of people watching him in his sleep.

Huh. Hospital bed was surprisingly comfortable. He had not anticipated that - he vaguely thought of them as uncomfortable things by default. Nice pillow. No. He had to keep his eyes open. Couldn’t miss things….

He blinked, and knew he had failed to execute his brilliant plan as soon as he opened his eyes again. There were several things that let him know this. One was that his head hurt in a completely different way than it had what seemed like a second before. Another was that his other aches and pains still existed, but his bones no longer felt like they were vibrating. Another was that he felt nauseous from lack of food. The most potent clue, however, was the window; it looked like it was dawn outside.

“So much for that plan,” he muttered.

OOC: Salicylic acid - a major component of aspirin, and one of the things that makes ‘willow teas’ pop up as medicines so often in historical and fantasy fiction (and actual history). NSAID medications like aspirin, ibuprofen, and naproxen often prove more effective when combined with caffeine; a lot of migraine medications are essentially a high dose of ibuprofen combined with a high dose of caffeine (high enough, in the case of my prescription migraine meds, that the blood vessel dilation is sufficient to result in feeling uncomfortably hot). The rambling about vitamins is a nod to a) the inclusion of vitamins in the amphetamine injections many sixties politicians (among others) regularly took from the infamous “Dr. Feelgood,” creating the sensation of strength and well-being in patients but often damaging the patient’s health overall and b) the fact that Joe isn't as smart generally as he thinks, particularly at the moment.

  • I think we should stick with my opinion on the matterHealer Kapoor, Wed Feb 28 06:07
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    • I'm...not the biggest fan of that kind of thing generally. — Joe, Wed Feb 28 17:46
      • You might have to get used to itAisha Kapoor, Fri Mar 2 20:24
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          • Things seem to be heading in the right directionHealer Kapoor, Sat Mar 3 06:17
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            • Excellent.Joe, Sat Mar 3 21:09
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