Terminology (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Terminology (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Medical opinions are shared.
Warnings: OC, AU, slash, smokin'
Notes: I'm doing a vascular surgery project now, so you're gonna see stuff like this
I just started a new job this week, so I'm crazy mad busy liek whoa. Therefore, next proper chapter will have to wait 'til this weekend.
Terminology
"The patient has been experiencing intermittent claudication," Ganesh told his recording device.
Pickles, who had just appeared in Gamesh's living room, noticed that the god was completely stretched out over the couch, so he made himself at home instead on the floor in front of the coffee table. He placed the paper bag he had been carrying on the table and began to thoughtfully empty the contents.
"Is Sariel coming?" Ganesh inquired, holding the pause button.
"In a minute I t'ink," Pickles told him. Pickles carefully spread out some rolling paper and began to sprinkle various herbs and powders into its center.
"I suspect peripheral arterial disease, and have suggested medical management for the atherosclerosis," Ganesh continued. He snapped off the device and tossed it to the coffee table. "That looks intriguing," he commented.
"My special blend," Pickles explained. "So, dood, what da feck is innermitten' claudication?" he asked, carefully inspecting his newly rolled joint.
"Trouble walking."
"Den, why don't yoo jist say, trouble walkin'?"
"Because I am a very highly educated and erudite physician, and thus I say, intermittent claudication."
"So, wadda yoo do fer innermitten' claudication?" Pickles asked, handing off the lit cigarette.
"Customarily, it tell them to get up off their fucking ass and walk," Ganesh told him, taking a rather healthy sized hit. "And then I tell them to quit smoking."
"When yoo got a doobie in yer mouth?" Pickles laughed.
"I may as well, for all the good it does," Ganesh sighed. "Some people would rather to have their legs cut off than give up smoking."
"YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE..." Charles, who had just appeared in the living room, began. "Oh, hi Pickles."
"Hey," said Pickles.
"YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE... Ganesh, can you move your ass? There's room for more than one being on that fucking couch."
Ganesh laughed and drew up his legs, and Charles sat heavily beside him, loosening his tie. "YOU GUYS WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE.... Hey, you got any beer, Ganesh?"
"Yes. Some Kingfisher."
"Oh, yeah, that shit is tasty. Where the fuck is it?"
"It is, as is customary, located in the refrigerator."
"Oh, fuck that. Gimme a hit," he demanded, grabbing up the joint from Pickles. "You guys would NOT FUCKING BELIEVE..."
"Should be careful wit' dis shit," Pickles warned.
"Why is that?" Charles asked, leaning back to take a rather greedy drag.
"May cause innermitten' claudication."
Gamesh snorted, and high-fived Pickles.
"I don't fucking believe it." Charles grumbled.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Medical opinions are shared.
Warnings: OC, AU, slash, smokin'
Notes: I'm doing a vascular surgery project now, so you're gonna see stuff like this
I just started a new job this week, so I'm crazy mad busy liek whoa. Therefore, next proper chapter will have to wait 'til this weekend.
Terminology
"The patient has been experiencing intermittent claudication," Ganesh told his recording device.
Pickles, who had just appeared in Gamesh's living room, noticed that the god was completely stretched out over the couch, so he made himself at home instead on the floor in front of the coffee table. He placed the paper bag he had been carrying on the table and began to thoughtfully empty the contents.
"Is Sariel coming?" Ganesh inquired, holding the pause button.
"In a minute I t'ink," Pickles told him. Pickles carefully spread out some rolling paper and began to sprinkle various herbs and powders into its center.
"I suspect peripheral arterial disease, and have suggested medical management for the atherosclerosis," Ganesh continued. He snapped off the device and tossed it to the coffee table. "That looks intriguing," he commented.
"My special blend," Pickles explained. "So, dood, what da feck is innermitten' claudication?" he asked, carefully inspecting his newly rolled joint.
"Trouble walking."
"Den, why don't yoo jist say, trouble walkin'?"
"Because I am a very highly educated and erudite physician, and thus I say, intermittent claudication."
"So, wadda yoo do fer innermitten' claudication?" Pickles asked, handing off the lit cigarette.
"Customarily, it tell them to get up off their fucking ass and walk," Ganesh told him, taking a rather healthy sized hit. "And then I tell them to quit smoking."
"When yoo got a doobie in yer mouth?" Pickles laughed.
"I may as well, for all the good it does," Ganesh sighed. "Some people would rather to have their legs cut off than give up smoking."
"YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE..." Charles, who had just appeared in the living room, began. "Oh, hi Pickles."
"Hey," said Pickles.
"YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE... Ganesh, can you move your ass? There's room for more than one being on that fucking couch."
Ganesh laughed and drew up his legs, and Charles sat heavily beside him, loosening his tie. "YOU GUYS WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE.... Hey, you got any beer, Ganesh?"
"Yes. Some Kingfisher."
"Oh, yeah, that shit is tasty. Where the fuck is it?"
"It is, as is customary, located in the refrigerator."
"Oh, fuck that. Gimme a hit," he demanded, grabbing up the joint from Pickles. "You guys would NOT FUCKING BELIEVE..."
"Should be careful wit' dis shit," Pickles warned.
"Why is that?" Charles asked, leaning back to take a rather greedy drag.
"May cause innermitten' claudication."
Gamesh snorted, and high-fived Pickles.
"I don't fucking believe it." Charles grumbled.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:54 am (UTC)Also, I'm curious about what Charles was going to tell them brfore he got overly distracted. THAT THEY WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE.
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 07:12 am (UTC)Never change.
Love,
Sushi
***
Dear Ganesh,
Just get up and fetch your boyfriend a beer. Sounds like he needs it.
Love,
The person who isn't secretly videotaping the two of you
***
Dear Pickles,
WTF did you put in those joints?
Love,
Me
PS, Share, damn it!
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Date: 2011-02-04 05:17 pm (UTC)They were made with LOVE!
(And possibly PCP.)
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Date: 2011-02-04 07:16 am (UTC)Due to how many times I've played Dynamite Headdy, said phrase has also had the side effect of bringing the sound clip of Dark Demon going "I CANNOT BELIEVE IT" back to the forefront of my mind, which in turn has caused said mind to conjure up a potentially perpetual exchange of Charles going "YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE..." and Dark Demon going "I CANNOT BELIEVE IT".
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Date: 2011-02-04 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 07:52 pm (UTC)At the very least, I'd recommend watching a playthrough of it.
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Date: 2011-02-05 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-05 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-07 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-07 04:21 pm (UTC)It was a surprise to me, because if a doctor tells me to take something or do something, I always do it!