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October 11th, 2009 at 12pm
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My heritage is imprinted into my genes.
No matter how much you try to be impressive by snarling at interns, it completely ruins the effect when you turn around and walk face first into a wall. Now my nose is bloody, and I didn't want to stop to let them see that I had broken it.
Damn it.
Xai needs to get his ass into work. My pride won't let me go ask for help now.
And I'm refusing to let anyone see it. Which presents a problem for the surgery we have scheduled later....
Maybe I should just wear a storm trooper helmet through it. I mean, eccentricity does allow for a covering up of moments of humiliation. And I'd rather be seen as an odd freak than a clumsy buffoon.
That, and I really like that helmet. Any excuse to wear it, I suppose.
They need a Star Wars rehab.
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August 17th, 2009 at 11pm
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Sometimes, I wish I hadn't agreed to come to this world.
It's peaceful, which is the odd part. There's no more expeditions to strange and foreign parts of the globe, working with tribes to study the varying strands of the werewolf disease. No more prisons in Tijuana or Brazil. No more trying to decipher strange customs of cultures when I don't even understand the language, or a guide telling me "Just close your eyes and drink, and try not to think about what the bowl is made out of".
( ...it reared up on it's hind legs, it's tongue hanging from a gaping maw as I stood in horror... )
Funny or not, Xai still had nightmares for years afterward.
I also found the old newspaper clippings from my younger years.
"The Owl Heist - New Eco Terrorist Movement Strikes Again!" from 2016.
"The Kitten Caper; Controversial Kitten Mill Found in Flames." from 2025.
I'm a Healer, and a teacher. Every day, my job is to save someone's life, and yet I still feel like I'm busy looking for a cause, or a way to make it all really matter.
Or maybe I should sleep more. Snape is right. 40 hour days aren't really good for the body, no matter how necessary they may sometimes seem.
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August 4th, 2009 at 01am
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It's strange how utterly disconnected I feel, at times. I forget I'm a human and start to think I'm one with my equipment.
I think I've been up too long. There's a mutated strand of Dragon Pox that was discovered. As of yet, it hasn't made the jump from dragon to human, which is what turned the prior strand so deadly. But this one is also not responsive to traditional vaccines and treatments. It's a viral infection, and since the genetic structure of a virus is so small, they mutate so quickly. It was only to be expected that these things should happen.
I did manage to find a way to completely eradicate the strand, but it exploded the subject. Sort of fun, actually. Luckily the subject was just a blood sample inside of a mock circulatory system.... Otherwise, it would have been wrong for me to find it so funny.
I miss Molly. There's a certain Hallowed who's right pissing me off, and I need my partner in crime to help me break some kneecaps. Shag being a healer when someone's fucking with your da...or her Da, for that matter..
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July 22nd, 2009 at 03am
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Antonin - I need you to take some patients.
We have too many here and not enough staff.
I swear I haven't slept in days...
This is the first time I've had a chance to sit down for what feels like days. When I first started training, the trauma healers would talk about the "32 hour shift". I never believed them. How could someone survive off of so little sleep for so long?
But I believe them now...Merlin fuck.
Er.
Sorry, Em.
We're also out of tofu, and whoever got the soy milk got the "No Sugar Added" chocolate kind, which frankly tastes like the box it comes in and the chemicals they use to sweeten it with. It's amazing that people still think something that contains an artificial, unstudied chemical qualifies as healthy just because somebody put it in soy and labeled it that.
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July 14th, 2009 at 05am
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Attention Owners of Creatures:
I ask that you please keep a close eye on your charges. The last full moon was not a pleasant one for many, and I would like to remind you that it is your responsibility to keep them safe.
On another note, I will not be seeing patients today. They shall be sent to First Class Healer Franco, else to Healer Dolohov. Any emergencies will be handled by on call staff unless deemed absolutely critical. I have had to postpone an experiment that is absolutely crucial, and am to be disturbed due to the fragile nature of the materials.
[Private to Victoire]
And by crucial experiment, I mean I'll be in the lab watching Land Before Time, and then both of the "An American Tail" movies.
To make this much more dangerous, I will be eating ice cream through the whole process. Actual rocky road ice cream, with real milk and the like, but there's too much to eat alone. I need an assistant, and I think you'd be good for it. You know, to see how a real Research Healer does his job.
Because as you can see, this is very important, indeed. I would hate to have to do such an important task alone.
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July 5th, 2009 at 04am
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It makes sense that the disappearances don't happen with a loud rumble. There are no funerals here. No graveyards. No sense of death.
There's no markers or places to go to remember those gone.
I went to see if I could find them. The places where Scorpius and Victoire those I've loved had monuments made for them. There was a daycare over it. A place of youth and beginnings where prior only age and ending had stood.
It's ironic. Yet I found myself standing there, watching the young faces of those born here, laughing and running and playing. I stood there, without the injuries that made my knee ache. Without wrinkles. Without age, it seemed. It felt right.
I've always hated funerals. My life revolves around those who are injured and dying, and I cannot bare the final outcome. Perhaps because I learned so long ago that after that heart beat fades, and after the potions and shocks and healers fail...there is nothing left. It is pointless. Graveyards, funerals; all of it is for those left behind. There is no respect for the dead because the dead don't care.
Somehow it was a relief to see no graveyard.
I think they both would have found it more appropriate to have a daycare than a burial plot in their memory.
On another note, interviews are going terribly. I was remiss in my expectations of finding people more competent here than in the world before. Apparently the transition did nothing to open the intellect of the buffoons who come through, and was obviously not based on IQ. I'm surprised most of them knew how to tie their own shoes.
Fantastic.
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