(2016-03-23) Headshrinkers
Summary: Amy and Anita discuss the various mental issues that people in camp suffer
Date: 3.23.2016
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First Aid/Medical

This three bedroom apartment is nothing exciting. The inside is a decade or two more modern than the outside at least, but drab. Beige floors, off white walls leaves the place looking a bit instititutinal. At least the previous occupant tried to liven it up a a bit with modern furnishings.

The kitchen is divided from the living room by a breakfast bar and a window lets in light from outside. Three furnished bedrooms and bathroom lead off the living room.

Two bedrooms are used for patients, the third for the doctor on duty. The two patient rooms are furnished sparsely with three twin beds each and several candle heaters to keep the rooms warm in the cold of fall and winter as well as to provide needed light. A small nightstand sits next to each bed with an additional lantern for light.

Amy limps on in. Her foot most likely isn't actually broken, but it is a big bruise.

"You're all set Sam." Anita tells one of the resident carpenters as she finishes bandaging the man's hand up. "Come back in a few days and I'll check those stitches." the woman's voice is accented, like she came up from across the Mexico border, which matches her hispanic looks.

"Thanks Anita. I'll be more careful too." Sam chuckles and heads out, giving a brief nod to Amy in passing.

Anita's dark gaze swivels to Amy before she goes to wash her hands in the basin of water "Did you need that foot looked at?" she asks, having noticed the limp as the young woman came in.

Amy laughs, and comes on in. "Well, I thought it was just bruised, but I totally got peer pressured to come in, so yeah, I guess so." She finds a place to sit, and lets her sandal fall off the injured foot. "A big piece of hail hit it. Also hi, I'm Amy, I don't think we've met before."

This isn't all that surprising. Anita isn't the most social of people. In body language alone she seems a bit standoffish, but not totally unapproachable, "Anita. I'm the other doctor around here." she says by way of introduction, "Nasty storm to get caught out in." she pulls on the coffee table to bring it closer to Amy and sits so she can get a closer look at the bruised foot "Disclaimer. I went to medical school but I'm no medical doctor." she begins to poke, prod and manipulate the foot if allowed, without giving any warning about it possibly being painful. Little to no bedside manner it seems "But I know a broken bone when I see one. I'm not seeing one. Could be fractured, but even if it was not much to do but tell you to keep off of it and ice it. Maybe go sit with your foot in the creek east of town a few hours a day." she lets go of the foot and gets to her feet "I can give you some aspirin for the pain.

Amy blinks at the disclaimer right away. "Wait you're not? Hey. So what kind of doctor are you?" she laughs. Then as the treatment begins, she sucks in a breath and holds on tight. "Aspirin, thanks" she says a little weakly after the rubbing and touching is done.

"Psychiatry." is the simple nearly monotone answer Anita provides as she goes to the cabinet to fetch the aspirin and a small glass of water. She isn't sure what is so funny, but hands over both to the young woman. "Maybe get some better shoes. Plenty to choose from in storage. Those are hardly any protection from the dangers here. Come across on snake…"

Amy blinks, and laughs again. "Are you serious? When I told people I was studying psychology people were all like yeah, we could use your help. So I've been like, studying a ton since I got here. And yeah you're not the only person to say that either but like, these are what I had when I got here, you know?"

"They aren't wrong." Anita continues to speak in that flat, emotionless tone "Quite a few could use some help." once more she goes to wash her hands, giving them a quick dry before digging out some lotion and applying it to her hands "I'm a psychiatrist, which makes me an almost expert on knowing what it is going to take to help the broken people here. It also tells me that I am not in a good place myself mentally to be the one to do it." she leans against the counter, hands gripping it beside her, but facing Amy still "Right now I am better suited to dealing with physical issues than mental ones. If you want to help them though I wish you luck."

Amy takes her aspirin, drinking it down quickly. She then carefully gets onto her feet, landing on the good foot, and carefully pushing the hurt one back into her sandal. Hopping over, she puts a and on the woman's shoulder, and nods. "I understand. I mean. I'm sure once I settle down like, something's going to catch up with me. It'd be totally great if I could talk about situations with you though, and like, what I should be reading. We've found a few reference books, but like, I'm not a doctor. I'm gonna have to be like way slow about this."

Anita is a wall, nothing much emotion wise leaks out of the woman, though her eyes do slide sideways to the hand on her shoulder then slide back to the girl in front of her "You want help with differential diagnosis?" it's not so much a question, even if it is phrased as one "That's easy. I've been with is group since October and have spoken and observed them all. Which one do you want to know about?"

Amy takes a deep breath. "Well, for starters, Quinton. I feel like his problem is probably physical like, something was damaged. And there's nothing I can do. But I can't be sure so like, it's totally nagging at me. I told him I'd research his problem with like, names, and he said it was okay… but I feel like I'm failing." She purses her lips, hand coming off of the woman when she doesn't seem to react, folding behind her back with her other hand. "I know it's not my fault, because I'm not a doctor, but you know. I want to try."

<FS3> Anita rolls Psychiatry: Good Success.

Anita's eyebrow arches that Quinton would be the first asked about, when there are a few others that are much worse off than the poet. "You just got her, you haven't even been trying long enough to fail." she pushes off the wall to retrieve a notebook from her messenger bag "Quinton…" she flips through the pages to her notes on him "I've narrowed it down to a form of aphasia, which is caused by brain damage, in his case probably from plague induced fever. He seems to have mild PTSD," but who doesn't these days, "which aggravates the aphasia to a measurable degree."

Amy takes a deep breath. "Thank you. That was my best guess. Well I wouldn’t have used those words, but fever.. yeah." She then takes a deep breath. "I'll have to figure out how to tell him that, in a way that'll sound like good news, you know?" She limps to lean on the table, putting her hip on it, facing Anita. "Thanks. I'm sure the PTSD thing is going to be a problem with a lot of people. I'll probably start reading about that, to be able to like, start with the worst cases, and go from there. Though.. I can onyl help the people who want to be helped."

<FS3> Anita rolls Psychiatry: Good Success.

There is a nod of understanding "He commuincates better when speaking Spanish, but only marginally from what I have noticed. There are therapies that can help." there is a bit of a sigh..hey an emotion! Well sort of "I can help you set up a few to try out if you want." she flips through the book "PTSD is rampant, Bear, Brad and Lacey, Bea, a couple of the kids, your worst case though is Piper." her eyes scan the page she has stopped at "She can't even talk most of the time hers is so bad, selective mutism its called. From what I have noticed she is really skittish around men too, except Quinton. There is probably a history of abuse somewhere in her recent past." another page is flipped "Bob is another story, pretty sure he is an alcholic. Drinking the problem away. Sophia his enabler." those last two she doens't sound as sure about, those are harder to diagnosis because they are easier to hide.

Amy leans on that table, and listens to all of that. "Thank you. Yeah, I mean. You could probably put almost everyone on that list. If not one thing then another could have caused it. And yeah, Quintion seemed to want me to talk to Piper, but I don't know if she wants me to. But maybe I'll try."

"There isn't a soul that this hasn't touched. You will have a lot of work to do to get even one or two on the path." Anita again isn't suprised by the news of Quinton wanting Piper to get help "From what I have heard Piper is better that she was while she was pregnant. Not sure if that is a front to be strong for the children or if she is truly trying. If she is trying it would be a good sign that she is ready for help if it is offered. Doesn't hurt to try. If she refuses at least your conscious is clean."

Amy nods. "Alright." She tries putting her foot back down, and snickers. "Well either I'm recovered from the prodding or the aspirin is working. Thanks for all this. Um. Any books on PTSD treatment I can borrow?"

"It's a miracle." Anita replies drolly to the lack of pain that Amy is finally expereincing "I have a few. I'll give them to you at the evening meal." her glance goes down to the young woman's feet "Now, your next stop after this should be to storage, to get some decent shoes. Doctor's orders."

Amy laughs. "Alright thanks. But I might not actually like, wear them until the bruise is better, because squeezing that into a boot sounds like a miserable idea."

"Understandable." Anita nods at that and takes the bottle of aspirin out again and dispenses some into a small piece of cling wrap that she twists into a pouch "For later." she hands the little pouch over "If you need any other help with your cases let me know. If anything I can give you ideas and point you to the resources you need to treat your patients.

Amy grins at the offered pills. "Oooh thanks," she takes them and carefully unzips her purse to stick them in. "I'll probably be doing just that. I'm not an expert, and you know, they deserve for me to try to get all the help I can to do stuff right. Especially since like, it's not like we have every pill that people would really need for situations like these." She then gives a wave, and starts to limp out.

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