Summer Day 65 513 AV Eighty-nine... ninety... ninety-one... ninety-two... There were ninety-two dips and cracks in her office ceiling. None looked particularly threatening, but Lixue was not a contractor. What did she know? Maybe, if Lixue was lucky, her office would unexpectedly cave in one day while she was off shift. All of her paperwork would be ruined and she would not have to work the next day...Yeah, the idea was foolish. Lixue dismissed the notion before the idea could take seed. A worn cane with chips and scrapes rested behind the door, tucked underneath a simple dark blue jacket that had seen too many seasons. Boots with creases in the seams sat under her desk, lacking a pair of feet. A thin cotton blanket was draped over Lixue's knees and laps in the chair, one corner dangling to the floor below. Even as her green eyes gazed around her, Lixue did not want to look at the work she had to complete. It was not that she disliked her work but more that there had been too much in the past seasons. A large stack of patient files sat on Lixue's normally organized desk. Papers with folded edges peeked out of the files and hinted at what lay inside. Lixue's mind did not wander to the possibilities. She already knew what the files contained: a sheet with pertinent information, another with a diagnosis/solution, one full of notes, and yet another with a follow-up report. The reports Lixue handled were thicker than that of a regular doctor. She felt it was necessary to gain more than enough information on the patient to help any future employee if the case should be handed over for any reason. Today, Lixue had been transcribing. Although the task was not one of the more interesting aspects of being a doctor and a surgeon, transcribing the notes of files was necessary. When Lixue took notes on her patients, she tended to use a hyphenated form or completely dismiss useless letters. If and when the case was reviewed, whether for a follow-up or an audit, it had to be legible. How were doctors supposed to help in an emergency if they had to take the time to translate notes? Shoving the heavy weight of sleep off her shoulders, Lixue folded her hands together backwards and stretched. Each of her knuckles popped, echoing in the silent room. Reaching up, Lixue tucked a fist against the left side of her chin and pushed. Three solid cracks resounded before she did the opposite side. Finally, Lixue held one hand against an arm of her chair and turned slowly. All the way down her spine echoed. The feeling of relief and relaxation seeped through her afterwards. Elders repeatedly informed her she would only gain arthritis from such acts, but Lixue pushed away their concerns. She was bound to end up with arthritis anyways, living the life of a doctor and as a person who worked with her hands. There was a soft shuffle of papers as Lixue pulled a random file out of the pile haphazardly stacked. Sliding a thumb between the sheets, Lixue flipped open the file and stared at the contents. Was she in need of glasses? The words shifted out of focus and back in as she blinked. Was she simply tired? A yawn that brought tears to her eyes erupted. Simply tired. |