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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Humor
Categories: Janet, humor
Warnings: as the author puts it, "medical ick"
Author on LJ:aramanthtraces
Author's Website: Amaranth and Thraesja
Link: G is for Gross
Why This Must Be Read: When you're a doctor -- especially one at the SGC -- the definition of "revolting" can be very subjective...
This fun story gives us multiple miniature scenes of Janet dealing unflappably with medical crises that are gross, repulsive, and utterly bizarre. But if you want to know what really gets on Janet's nerves, you'll have to read and find out!
“So.” Janet consults the chart in her hands and stops at the foot of the bed. “What have we here?”
All four members of SG-13 are squirming on their gurneys, scratching at their arms, necks, legs, everywhere.
“Routine post-mission check-up,” says the nurse. “They seemed fine at first but then began to complain of formication.”
“What?” Colonel Dixon’s head whips up. “That’s not what I said!”
Janet hides a smile and puts down the chart to examine him. “Formication, Colonel. It’s an ‘m’ not an ‘n’. Means you have the sensation of insects crawling under your skin.”
He’s still scratching at his forearm, and Janet pushes his hand away to examine him.
Dixon’s head flops back into his pillow. “You’ve gotta do something, Doc. It’s driving me nuts.”
“Me too,” says Bosworth from the next bed over. The rest of the team groans their agreement.
“It’s quite a normal sensation, Colonel, particularly after exposure to off-world...” Janet frowns as Dixon’s skin ripples under her fingers. She watches as a dozen or so pea-sized bumps rise under his skin and creep farther up his arm. “Might be more than just a sensation, actually.” She turns to her staff. “Get them into quarantine.”
Categories: Janet, humor
Warnings: as the author puts it, "medical ick"
Author on LJ:
aramanthtracesAuthor's Website: Amaranth and Thraesja
Link: G is for Gross
Why This Must Be Read: When you're a doctor -- especially one at the SGC -- the definition of "revolting" can be very subjective...
This fun story gives us multiple miniature scenes of Janet dealing unflappably with medical crises that are gross, repulsive, and utterly bizarre. But if you want to know what really gets on Janet's nerves, you'll have to read and find out!
“So.” Janet consults the chart in her hands and stops at the foot of the bed. “What have we here?”
All four members of SG-13 are squirming on their gurneys, scratching at their arms, necks, legs, everywhere.
“Routine post-mission check-up,” says the nurse. “They seemed fine at first but then began to complain of formication.”
“What?” Colonel Dixon’s head whips up. “That’s not what I said!”
Janet hides a smile and puts down the chart to examine him. “Formication, Colonel. It’s an ‘m’ not an ‘n’. Means you have the sensation of insects crawling under your skin.”
He’s still scratching at his forearm, and Janet pushes his hand away to examine him.
Dixon’s head flops back into his pillow. “You’ve gotta do something, Doc. It’s driving me nuts.”
“Me too,” says Bosworth from the next bed over. The rest of the team groans their agreement.
“It’s quite a normal sensation, Colonel, particularly after exposure to off-world...” Janet frowns as Dixon’s skin ripples under her fingers. She watches as a dozen or so pea-sized bumps rise under his skin and creep farther up his arm. “Might be more than just a sensation, actually.” She turns to her staff. “Get them into quarantine.”
