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Osteoblasts and Osteoclasts || SOLACE

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Timofei Rusakevich

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Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving; we get stronger and more resilient.

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Osteoblasts and Osteoclasts || SOLACE Nov 4, 2013 4:49:11 GMT

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Post by Timofei Rusakevich on Nov 4, 2013 4:49:11 GMT

VITALITY

(n.) the state of being strong; energy

"Now, Mr. Oshiro. I'm going to ask you again: Were you or were you not cheating on the diet we had planned out for you?" Eyes dilated, fingers curled up into fists and the overall tension in his muscles rose. The elderly man froze as he stared down at the papers before him. He was a long time goer of this particular firm and this was only Timofei's second time dealing with the elderly Japanese male.

Tim leaned in forward, having been sitting at the adjacent edge of a small desk between himself and his patient. "Did you? Or did you not?" His fading Russian accent mixed in with the dialect of the locals was an odd combination. Nonetheless, his words were getting across and they were being understood. The young man in the white coat breathed a sigh of relief wrought with aggravation and irritation. "Sorry, Mr. Oshiro, but if you don't give me a definitive answer, you're not going to be getting any more medication for your back. It doesn't help that you're eating unhealthy which in turn is causing the sudden weight gain and you're not exercising daily. Things aren't looking bright for you, Mr. Oshiro." Timofei flicked through a few pages in the folder before him. Everything from the man's medical past was included in this single collection of documents and things did seem grim for the diabetic man.

"Yes." The old man finally. Timofei shot the patient a curious raise of his own brow. "Yes. I haven't been eating healthy. But it's hard, you know? There's so much going on in my life that's stressing me out. It's so hard, Doctor."

Timofei nodded his head once and stared back at the papers in front of him. "I'm glad you were finally honest with me, Mr. Oshiro. However, I can't risk putting you into more pain, and I shouldn't be risking your extremely sensitive state, given your stage in your diabetes. What I'm going to do is prescribe you some low-end medication that'll help alleviate the pain until we meet again. " A simple tear from his medical pad and the patient was sent off on his way to numb himself with some more drugs.

The Russian slipped off his glasses and planted the bridge of nose against the edge of his hand. It was pretty stressful working in Japan. In Russia, the folk, although prideful, usually took the advice of the doctor. Here in Japan, though, the patients weren't too afraid of lying straight to their caregiver's face. He wanted to fall into an eternal slumber. Since his teenage years, he hadn't taken an actual vacation. There was no time to relax, given his current situation and current bachelor label.

"Hey, Tim. I'm going to head out. You mind taking the rest of the walk-ins and closing up shop?" Before Timofei could reply, the Japanese coworker had already thanked him and made his way out.

After a few moments of putting away the documents and other random files into their respective places, Timofei walked out into the lobby. The faint smell of lilacs filled the air. He shuffled his feet across the carpet of the room and walked straight up to the glass peering out to the small crowds of people that passed by his firm.

"Let's hope no one comes in tonight," Timofei checked his wristwatch which read 3:08 PM, approximately three more hours until they closed. "Lovely."

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Post by Secret Calaway on Nov 6, 2013 22:27:56 GMT

While it wasn't hard to drive with one arm, it wasn't pleasant, either. Preferring to be in control, she felt like she was only half in control without the use of her arm. It would be more cost efficient to simply use her car, than to resort to getting a drive by taxi. After having exited the dormitory and entering the Campus' parking lot, she withdrew her keys from her pocket. Pressing a button, the alarm went off twice and stopped, as the vehicle's locks were undone. From there the brunette simply approached it and opened up the door, taking a seat within the interior of the vintage black dodge charger. For but a moment, a sigh escaped her, and she looked up to her rearview mirror.

The young woman drove herself into Tokyo and parked the vehicle in an appropriate lot. As it was time for her to head to her respective firm (she was in on a walk-in appointment), she exited her car, and made her way inside. She always liked being in facilities like these because they always smelled like sterilized equipment. Given her history, it was vastly different from the environment she was accustomed to. She was dressed in casual clothes; a white shirt, black jacket, and blue jeans, along with some shin length brown boots—the choice of clothing was by no means atypical. By roughly ten after three she managed to work her way to the secretary, supplied her information, medical history, things of that nature. With that out of the way, it was only a brief matter of time before she was called to meet her physical therapist.

It was her first time with a major injury like this that required more extensive, long-term treatments. It was a good thing, too, because the pain was atrocious to deal with, and she'd love to have something that'd act as at least a temporary deterrence.

@tim

DANKE ϟ

Timofei Rusakevich

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Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving; we get stronger and more resilient.

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Osteoblasts and Osteoclasts || SOLACE Nov 8, 2013 3:07:20 GMT

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Post by Timofei Rusakevich on Nov 8, 2013 3:07:20 GMT

VITALITY

(n.) the state of being strong; energy

The young woman that was his secretary walked into his office and handed him yet another folder. It was much smaller than the one before; actually it was empty. All that was on it was the basic personal information along with some information regarding their visit. A broken arm. He scoffed at the amount of slings he gave out during the civil war in his Motherland. Broken bones, especially those of the arm, were the second most common casualty on the field, second only to gunshot wounds.

The young physical therapist flicked over the sheet, holding it in his left hand as he jot down a few more things. His name, time at which he saw the patient and some other jibber-jabber that didn't really mean much.

Timofei walked back into the room he had just left and glanced at the new arrival. Casual in attire and with her boots up to her shins, she looked ready for winter. Other than that, there wasn't anything significant about her appearance other than the fact that her arm was broken.

"Miss..." Timofei needed a moment to read the name over and over again. It was Cal-AH-way, not Cal-LOH-way which was presently repeating itself in his mind. "Miss Calaway, if you would follow me." The man continued to glance between the two papers in the folder, writing down little notes on the side of observations in the way she carried her arm around.

He turned on his heel and proceeded down the short hallway and immediately took a right to the first room. There was a standard bed with two counters, one with a sink and the other with a bunch of drawers filled with your standard syringes, gause and other things. Then there was your regular stand cluttered with brochures about AIDS and whatnot. "Take a seat if you will on the bed."

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Post by Secret Calaway on Nov 9, 2013 21:25:56 GMT

The great thing about coming in last was sometimes the office was essentially vacant aside from herself and the staff. Back when she was younger and routinely went for check-ups every certain amount of months she remembered disdaining how extensive wait times could be. That sense of impatience had only dulled substantially—things that defined someone's core traits rarely diminished entirely. Either way, she was glad, even if it didn't outwardly surface all that much. That wasn't to say she wasn't genial, she was simply calm. When her physical therapist made his appearance again, and requested she follow him, she nodded lightly. "Thank you," she said. Even though she was down in the dumps lately thanks to some grisly personal matters, she did her best to uphold her etiquette. One of the very first things one would be able to note was her thick French accent, which made her words come out more like 'dzank you'.

Following him down the respective hallway, and walking into the respective room he went into, she then awaited further instruction from him. Which was simple, to say the least; she just had to take a seat on the bed. Admittedly, she rather liked the actual check up portion of these things. People of this profession always did pretty cool things and had neat mechanisms to work with, so overall she viewed it as an interesting experience each time. Secret took a seat on the aforementioned bed compliantly and with a nod. "I am really hoping it is not too-too bad. Work is a lot harder like this," she admitted. Her short 'i's' were exaggerated into more of an 'e' sound, while any 'th' seemed to be replaced by a 'dz' sound.

@tim

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