Post by koko on Jun 14, 2009 2:06:37 GMT -6
Nothing was worse than waking up with a headache and having the first person to greet you be as cheerful as a desperate teenager having just lost their virginity. It never ceased to amaze Koko just how damn ignorantly inconsiderate people could be towards the miserable ones of the world, the universe, or simply the ship. You would think that a furious glare would put an individual off speaking to the sufferer, cause the blissful idiot to swerve off course and avoid the wrath of the afflicted at all costs. Even if the glare had not worked, the fact that the person was walking about the ship with a blanket wrapped around their head, ducking their face to avoid the burning shine of corridor lights against white, would have been a major tip off. And though Koko considered herself to be relatively lucky, having had only a few of the other nurses greet her in her travels down the hall, she was fed up with them and the pain they unconsciously inflicted upon her. Only one had been irritating enough for Koko to feel like murdering her where she stood, the poor girl being oblivious to the world because she and her boyfriend had gotten back together (at least that was what Koko could make out from her incessant squealing and hand fluttering). The rest had been kinder, expressing their concern by limiting the conversation to a few quick words of encouragement spoken in hushed tones before going on their way.
A headache, no matter what the size, always made it impossible to work effectively. The lights, the sounds, and even the smell of the place sent Koko swimming in her personal hellish pool of agony. Just the simple noise of someone tapping their nails against the countertop would be enough to send her over the edge. And if that was enough, she should have felt like a saint for not having reached out to strangle the said girl in the hall. Self-control was not her strong suit when she was in one of her bad moods. Not the violent type, she was prone to lashing out with insults that few people would ever expect to hear coming from her mouth. More often than not, she found herself in a situation speeding downhill faster than she could control, winding up in far more trouble than she could expect. And though, at the moment, she had no qualms about the words she said, she would regret it later. She always did. It was proof enough that she had a conscience and some amount of kindness in her heart. But as often as she had tried, self-control was always the first thing she lost in most any situation. So it had taken every last ounce that she possessed not to snap at the girl.
The one thing she could be thankful for was the time of day that it was. Being early morning meant that most everyone was still preparing for the day and eating a quick breakfast. Few people were on their way to relieve the on-duty crew members. Everyone was heading towards the delicious smells of food, eager to fill their growling stomachs. Koko was not. It was a rare occasion to actually see her heading towards her work station instead of away from it; but in her own desperation, she was willing to suffer through the stares of her coworkers’ amazement (those who knew her habits) in order to seek proper medical attention. And by “proper medical attention,” she of course meant stealing a few painkillers from the bottle. There was no need to bother a doctor for a few little pills. Besides, as a nurse practitioner, she was perfectly capable of prescribing herself what she needed.
She disliked prescription medications. Whether it was because of her profession or her history, she had yet to determine. Maybe it was a little of both. It just showed how much pain she was in to stoop to the level of drug use to solve her problems. She hated thinking of it that way, but what other way was there to think? She hated it almost as much as she hated herself when she became so irritable, pain or not, that she could not function properly. That was today.
She entered the sickbay, peering out from beneath her blanket to scan the room. Empty. Good. If no one was there, then no one would know how miserable she was feeling. She headed straight to where she knew the simple, everyday medications were kept. Pop a few in her mouth, and she would good to go. They were fast-acting, which meant she would become human again in a matter of minutes. Now if only she could see straight enough to grab the right bottle…
A headache, no matter what the size, always made it impossible to work effectively. The lights, the sounds, and even the smell of the place sent Koko swimming in her personal hellish pool of agony. Just the simple noise of someone tapping their nails against the countertop would be enough to send her over the edge. And if that was enough, she should have felt like a saint for not having reached out to strangle the said girl in the hall. Self-control was not her strong suit when she was in one of her bad moods. Not the violent type, she was prone to lashing out with insults that few people would ever expect to hear coming from her mouth. More often than not, she found herself in a situation speeding downhill faster than she could control, winding up in far more trouble than she could expect. And though, at the moment, she had no qualms about the words she said, she would regret it later. She always did. It was proof enough that she had a conscience and some amount of kindness in her heart. But as often as she had tried, self-control was always the first thing she lost in most any situation. So it had taken every last ounce that she possessed not to snap at the girl.
The one thing she could be thankful for was the time of day that it was. Being early morning meant that most everyone was still preparing for the day and eating a quick breakfast. Few people were on their way to relieve the on-duty crew members. Everyone was heading towards the delicious smells of food, eager to fill their growling stomachs. Koko was not. It was a rare occasion to actually see her heading towards her work station instead of away from it; but in her own desperation, she was willing to suffer through the stares of her coworkers’ amazement (those who knew her habits) in order to seek proper medical attention. And by “proper medical attention,” she of course meant stealing a few painkillers from the bottle. There was no need to bother a doctor for a few little pills. Besides, as a nurse practitioner, she was perfectly capable of prescribing herself what she needed.
She disliked prescription medications. Whether it was because of her profession or her history, she had yet to determine. Maybe it was a little of both. It just showed how much pain she was in to stoop to the level of drug use to solve her problems. She hated thinking of it that way, but what other way was there to think? She hated it almost as much as she hated herself when she became so irritable, pain or not, that she could not function properly. That was today.
She entered the sickbay, peering out from beneath her blanket to scan the room. Empty. Good. If no one was there, then no one would know how miserable she was feeling. She headed straight to where she knew the simple, everyday medications were kept. Pop a few in her mouth, and she would good to go. They were fast-acting, which meant she would become human again in a matter of minutes. Now if only she could see straight enough to grab the right bottle…
