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Post by blackthorne on Sept 12, 2010 22:00:15 GMT -7
'Now that she's back in th'atmosphere, With drop of Jupiter in her hair,spank me hardehyah...'
Yes, sometimes David liked to sing along with the radio (or CD, in this case) as he drove. And drum on the wheel as the situation warranted. He sighed lightly as he sat at a table doing just that his mind racing back a few months.
Four months ago
David shifted uncomfortably on the paper-covered table. He really wished the doctor would let him put his clothes back on now that the tests were done. Back enough to be poked and prodded and monitered and scanned and xrayed and pee in a cup; it was the waiting afterwards in bum-exposing paper gown that really made him antsy.
The doctor, when he returned, wasn't smiling anymore. He held a manilla folder, but he didn't open it.
"Mr. Nixon," he said, "your chestpain and shortness of breath is being caused by aortic stenosis."
He'd explained the heart had four chambers to pump blood through, and how the aortic valves prevent blood from leaking back into the other valves after the heart has pumped. With aortic stenosis, he explained, one of the aortic valve openings had gotten too narrow, so that only a little blood can get through at a time. That was why his chest hurt sometimes, and was the cause of the low blood pressure which had once made David faint. Strenuos activity or extremes of emotion--things like playing sports, getting in arguments, or having sex--could worsen the condition, so David was advised to avoid things like that. Untreated, the condition could result in sudden death by heart failure.
"Yours is a fairly small case--it seems to be disappearing--but you were born with it. I would recommend valve replacement surgery. They make artifical ones now, lower rejection risk and--"
David had tuned out entirely at that point. Surgery? It was right out. Hell, he was only here in the U.S on scholarships and student visa; there was no way he could get the money to pay for surgery, let alone the expensive anti-rejection drugs he'd have to take.
So his plan was to ignore it. If he had months, well, he was going to make the most of them. He'd get his degree, apply for graduate school, be with his girl as much as he could and make sure she knew he loved her more than anything. If he had years, he'd make a go at graduate school, try to become a professional model and see about getting that surgery. But that was so far down the road as to be a hopeless dream.
So now here he was, at the pavilion with wishing he had a girl or just someone to talk to. The only other people that knew about his disease was the Headmaster and the Teachers.
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Edith Vanderbilt
Demigod
Mortal Child Huntress of Artemis
Siggies made by Ves the Genius.
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Post by Edith Vanderbilt on Sept 14, 2010 7:51:03 GMT -7
So far the day had been a rather fulfilling one for Edith. Aside from rolling out of the right side of bed that morning, she had also managed to attend a few very interesting classes. The Huntresses of Artemis were not official students of the Academy and it was not mandatory for them to enroll in any of the classes on offer but Edith could not keep away from the ones that she thought were interesting. Chemistry, physics, biology...Some would have found it hard to concentrate in a classroom that was filled with children who had ADHD but somehow Edith managed. It was probably because she was so interested in what was being taught that she could block out all the whispers and mutters from the other students around her. And of course, being immortal had taught her patience. Just as being a Huntress had thought her to block out all everything around her but the prey. On hindsight she had probably made the teacher nervous by looking at him as if she was going to put an arrow in his throat. Aside from classes though, Edith had also done some training with her latest hunting falcon. The bird had responded well to her, which had really pleased Edith. Falcons were proud birds, but if you treated them well they would respond in kind. Her sisters often said that she treated her birds better then she treated people and this was almost true. For a certainty, she did treat her falcons better then she did boys. But as the day wore on, Edith found herself getting hungry. Time was also another thing that she lost track of in the midst of training and it took her stomach grumbling loudly for her to realize that it was high time for some lunch. Packing up her things, Edith called the falcon, she had named it Julia, to her arm before setting off. It wasn't a long walk, but as soon as she was inside the dining pavilion the falcon that she thought was so well behaved seemed to get other ideas. Her mistake had been to not hood the animal. Her mistake had also been pride. The sudden sounds of the rather crowded dining hall startled the bird and before Edith could stop it, it took off. It was only her fast reflexes that saved her from getting clipped in the face with a wing. Muttering curses under her breath, Edith's hazel eyes followed the falcon's path of flight. She had thought that the bird would make it's way outside again but was surprised when it landed on what looked to be some random table. Quickly Edith made her way over, but hesitated when she realized that said table already had an occupant. To make matters worse that occupant was male. Edith wasn't the type of huntress who would avoid males at all costs. She wasn't afraid of them but they did make her uneasy. That said, she really really needed to get her falcon under control before it got any other ideas. Approaching the table, Edith decided to take the polite route and voiced. "I'm very sorry for this interruption. Just let me get Julia and I'll be on my way." Word count: 549 Muse: Here and there Notes: I hope this second try is better. Sorry again for misreading your post the first time.
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