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Post by Alex Zander on Mar 16, 2007 12:30:03 GMT 10
"I tink I gut da fluub" Alex said to the school doctor when he arrived the morning after his little adventure with a cow, and several Saphricorn’s. The most extraordinary thing had happened. The uptight Saphricorn had attacked them all and they had ended up being stuck in ice for a good five minutes. It might not seem like a long stint, but it was long enough to make him ill enough to need medical attention.
He sat on the edge of a bed and waited for the doctor to do whatever it was he needed to do. He expected a little bit of discomfort but knew it was only a cold. And knew he should not be too long in said discomfort.
“I do’t dow 'ow I goddit dough, so do’t aks be,” he said, which he hoped would indeed make the doctor question where it came from. Alex was usually a very healthy boy and this flu seemed to take hold of him like a bird of prey to a mouse.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Mar 16, 2007 16:37:48 GMT 10
“I am almost certain you do,” said Jeremy as he fussed over yet another student with yet another issue. It was nice to have an occasion where he could treat something he knew was not brought on by magic. Though he mused, as he uncapped a bottle of the most foul tasting muggle cough serum, that if he really was interested in knowing what Alex had been doing leading up to the contraction of the flu, then it he would probably find it had everything to do with magic.
And then came the sentence that hit the nail right on the head. It had everything to do with magic. There could be no other reason for the student to tell him not to ask.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeremy said as he spooned out a measurement of the serum and gave it to the boy, “Try not to spill any of it, it has such a delightful taste,” he said before thinking to himself, ’Too bad about the after taste, still it might put some hair on your chest’
This was a private joke from when Jeremy was at medical school. Whenever there was a potion that had to be administered to a patient and they knew it tasted vile, they used to use the code ‘This will put hair on their chest’ just to let the doctor’s know not to say anything about the flavour to their patients.
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Post by Alex Zander on Mar 17, 2007 10:51:12 GMT 10
Alex was used to the muggle blends of medicine, his parents were both doctors that worked in the muggle world and so he rarely got magical medicine unless it was a magical illness. With that fact in mind, Alex was not at all surprised at how the medicine tasted, they always went down well but a moment later the after taste kicked it. It would be even worse later on when it started to repeat on him.
”Danks” Alex thanks the doctor, “Will I need more of it?” he asked, knowing the answer must be yes, he didn’t really feel all that interested in returning again and again for flu medicine and hoped the Doctor might allow him to take it with him back to his cabin.
“Sir?” he asked after a moment of considering this. He knew there was a Quidditch match coming up this weekend and he so wanted to play. He thought though that if he was still ill, this might be a difficult feat. He wondered what Godric might say about it.
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Post by Dr. Jeremy Cartwright on Apr 18, 2007 19:44:53 GMT 10
“I fancy magical medicines are a little more reactive then muggle treatments,” Dr Cartwright spoke, knowing that Alex’s parents were doctors. How could he not know, Alex’s father was forever approaching the board of magical medicines with muggle treatments that he believed worked better. Sure a lot of magical treatments had side effects; but on the whole they worked.
“You’re parents might not agree with me, but I think you will be fine without further medicine, most of what this medicine will do to you is quite painful, thankfully you will be sleeping when that happens and will feel nothing mentally. So just make sure there is nothing around to wake you up, you don’t want to wake while it is working,” he said as he moved back to his cabinet and made sure everything was secure.
He had had a few concerns of late that someone had been spending a bit of time in the hospital wing when he was not around, and more then once he suspected that someone had been in his medicine cabinet. Thankfully he was a talented enough wizard and had placed several anti-intruder charms on the cabinet.
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