07-14-2018, 11:54 PM
Clearly what Cooper had wasn't contageous, confirmed by me and Suite's visits to his living quarters and not catching anything. Well, at least I hadn't. I don't think Suite did either, but hey, only she could confirm that. Either way, I had been invited over once again to see him, and I was excited, albeit worried. He had been ill for so long, I was beginning to wonder if he was stressed.
Or perhaps depressed. He hadn't been around nearly as much as he used to, and appeared lethargic. Those were the warning signs of depression, and sadly I knew them by heart. Depression was not a good thing. Not ever. It was an incredibly serious condition and without proper treatment it could lead to death. And it didn't even have to involve one taking their life.
But... there was also the possibility he had contracted a parasite, and those were also nasty motherfuckers. They were quite a bitch to get rid of and wrecked havoc on the body. Those were the two main culprits that I was thinking Cooper was afflicted with. Both were horrible.
I slowly walked over to the Observer's sleeping quarters, hesitantly knocking on the door. He said he would leave it open for me, but I wasnt one to just barge in and scare the bejesus out of the occupants. After a few moments however I heart the sounds of retching. Like, dry heaves. Cooper was in some serious trouble.
I rushed in, and luckily had my medic bag with me. I really, really hated the sound and smell of vomit and retching, but you had to get used to it on the job. As a past paramedic I had first hand experience. I quickly pulled out a plastic bag and placed it in front of Cooper in case if he needed to puke. I noticed that he had collapsed of exhaustion, but I hoped he could stand my herbal treatment.
"Hey Coop, I need you to chew on these and swallow for me. It will help with nausea and vomiting." Hopefully he was able to muster up enough strength to do so. I pushed a few chervil leaves toward him, close enough he could take them easily, just the right amount to offer some relief.
And, just for a good measure, I also placed peppermint leaves in the mix, both of the herbs i had used were in the right amount as to not hurt the canine. If it worked, his nausea and stomach ache should be soothed a bit.
"You'll be okay." I spoke in a reassuring tone, hoping that it would make him a little calmer.
Or perhaps depressed. He hadn't been around nearly as much as he used to, and appeared lethargic. Those were the warning signs of depression, and sadly I knew them by heart. Depression was not a good thing. Not ever. It was an incredibly serious condition and without proper treatment it could lead to death. And it didn't even have to involve one taking their life.
But... there was also the possibility he had contracted a parasite, and those were also nasty motherfuckers. They were quite a bitch to get rid of and wrecked havoc on the body. Those were the two main culprits that I was thinking Cooper was afflicted with. Both were horrible.
I slowly walked over to the Observer's sleeping quarters, hesitantly knocking on the door. He said he would leave it open for me, but I wasnt one to just barge in and scare the bejesus out of the occupants. After a few moments however I heart the sounds of retching. Like, dry heaves. Cooper was in some serious trouble.
I rushed in, and luckily had my medic bag with me. I really, really hated the sound and smell of vomit and retching, but you had to get used to it on the job. As a past paramedic I had first hand experience. I quickly pulled out a plastic bag and placed it in front of Cooper in case if he needed to puke. I noticed that he had collapsed of exhaustion, but I hoped he could stand my herbal treatment.
"Hey Coop, I need you to chew on these and swallow for me. It will help with nausea and vomiting." Hopefully he was able to muster up enough strength to do so. I pushed a few chervil leaves toward him, close enough he could take them easily, just the right amount to offer some relief.
And, just for a good measure, I also placed peppermint leaves in the mix, both of the herbs i had used were in the right amount as to not hurt the canine. If it worked, his nausea and stomach ache should be soothed a bit.
"You'll be okay." I spoke in a reassuring tone, hoping that it would make him a little calmer.