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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 11, 2010 20:10:53 GMT -5
Dare had owled in to work to be here. He'd rather be walking through Hogsmeade, going through a mental list of things he had to do and preparing himself for the action and noise of the club. He loved working at the Bloody Mary, loved the freedom he had to do homework while the music played or set it aside for a quick dance and a bottle of water. He wished he was at work.
Instead, he was losing out on that much money because he hadn't had the time or patience to wait around while Professor Medina dealt with some kid's bloody nose. He hoped he wouldn't have to repeat everything he'd said last time, but who knew if she'd even recognize him.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 11, 2010 20:20:01 GMT -5
Katia had been waiting for Dare to come back in, had searched through his files and not seen any indicators. "Dare. I'm glad you came back. I'm sorry about earlier. Hospital protocol to take care of blood first." She firmed up her face, "but I'm a hag, awful, horrible. Make sure you tell the other students that."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 11, 2010 20:26:58 GMT -5
Dare gave a half shrug, not even looking up at the professor from beneath his fringe. He knew how she was in class, so it wasn't like he was going to run around telling everyone she was soft for having given someone a potion when they needed it. He didn't think for a second that she'd be any nicer to him. He looked around, but didn't invite himself to sit and didn't say anything for a minute. "So you want me to tell you everything again?" he asked.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 11, 2010 20:38:46 GMT -5
Katia shook her head, "you lost some weight recently. You thought it might be stress, but wanted to see if it was something else." She nodded to the bed again, "let us get you checked out. I am sure it is nothing, but just in case. If it is stress I can give you a calming potion. You might just need some sleep." Everyone needed sleep with NEWTS coming up. And Dare was a NEWTS student.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 11, 2010 21:16:04 GMT -5
Dare shook his head. "I can't have a calming potion," he said. He only glanced up at the professor on his way to the hospital bed she'd pointed out. "I don't take potions. Not unless it's an emergency." The tone of his voice, as low as it might be, declared firmly that stress wasn't an emergency. "And I have plenty of time to sleep. I just don't need much." If he did, he'd be sleeping, wouldn't he? No, that week in October he'd trained his body not to need it and he just didn't anymore.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 12, 2010 9:20:21 GMT -5
"So how many hours of sleep do you think you get a night?" Less than six was less than enough. Even at six hours a night you were putting your body in a dangerous position. Katia pulled out her wand, "It will help if you tell me more about what might be stressing you. If it's just NEWTs, or if it's something else." It might help her pinpoint where to start. She swished her wrist softly settling to a basic set of diagnostic tests.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 12, 2010 9:26:38 GMT -5
Dare had been much more ready to do this earlier. Now, he just wanted to leave. He was actually hoping someone would come in and interrupt again. He looked hopefully over at the hospital wing doors, but they didn't open and as far as he knew, they were the only ones here. He was silent for a moment before asking. "No one can hear us, right?"
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 12, 2010 10:36:02 GMT -5
"No one." Just in case she stopped her wand mid-diagnostic to throw up a quick privacy spell. "Just me. And I swear I will not tell anyone. On my inheritance." Or what she might have of an inheritance after she left this job. Katia sighed mentally, she really needed to find a friend here. Not that Dahlia and Reina weren't enough for her. But she really needed a male friend. Eros had agreed, because she was worth something to him. What Katia really wanted was to be worth something for herself.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 12, 2010 10:49:19 GMT -5
Dare had to think to put together what he wanted to say. There was so much she didn't need to know, but he'd decided this morning what he needed to tell her. "Since like October I've been sleeping in like... bursts. I'm up to an hour at a time three or four times during the week, more like five on the weekend. There was a week when I couldn't sleep for more than ten or fifteen minutes and it's like, I don't need that much sleep anymore." He functioned on it the same as he used to function on eight.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 12, 2010 11:07:51 GMT -5
Not an expert on sleep disorders Katia could not say for sure that Dare had one. However, what she did now from healing school was that it was normal for teenagers to get 9 hours of sleep a day. Not only normal, but needed considering growth changes and things of that nature.
“Dare. That little sleep isn’t normal. I am not an expert on sleep. I do know though, that teenagers on average need nine hours of sleep a day. For growth, among other things. And while bursts of sleep may be a way to not sleep in as large a chunk of time, at least two hours at a time are needed. To reach a REM state.”
She wanted to make sure he understood something, “training your body to sleep in chunks like that is dangerous. It isn’t very healthy, and it can cause other problems, like weight loss, hair loss, even trouble with memory. Not to mention you have to sleep at the same time every day to make it work, if you miss a period, you throw your body into chaos.”
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 12, 2010 11:17:15 GMT -5
"I do it at night," Dare said, as though that explained everything. He knew it wasn't normal! And nine hours sounded ridiculous. "I didn't mean to start doing it, it just happened and it's what works now. I wake up after an hour, it's not like I'm setting an alarm. And I'm not losing my hair." He glared up at Professor Medina through the shield of his fringe. Not that he actually paid attention to how much hair was left on his brush every day, but he wasn't going bald.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 12, 2010 11:21:52 GMT -5
"Dare. You do not need to get defensive with me. However it started I am sure it was not intentional. However, the facts remain that it is healthiest for you to get nine hours of sleep a night." She moved her wand back into diagnostics positioning. Letting it's soft whir fill the room. "If you will not take a potion to help you sleep we can try other things. It will help with your weight, your hair, your stress to get that many hours a night. Maybe a cup of tea or warm milk. We can work on things that work for you. Have you been having any other problems I should know about?"
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 12, 2010 11:42:35 GMT -5
Dare looked off into the room and shook his head. "Just the weight and the sleep," he said. There was no way in hell he was going to start sleeping nine hours a night. He didn't even get off work until the club was winding down and then he wanted to have dinner and at least talk to Michael for a while, play with Elouai a little. There were a lot of things he could do at night when he was the only one awake, but talking to Michael wasn't one of them.
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Post by Katia Medina on Apr 12, 2010 11:59:52 GMT -5
Katia could only nod, even though she had a feeling that he was not telling her the whole story. Often times students did not. She could not wave her wand and make them tell the truth...legally. Her wand gave a soft squeal and Katia looked at the results of the basic diagnostics. Low blood pressure, low heart rate, a lowered temperature.
Paired with the weight loss and trouble sleeping, Katia was beginning to see a pattern. “You are not eating much either are you? With the weight loss, lack of ability to sleep, and these results, it looks a lot like anorexia. Lowered blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature. They are all dangerous and might be causing the trouble sleeping.”
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 12, 2010 12:06:12 GMT -5
Dare's stomach twisted with discomfort. "I'm not hungry," he claimed. He wasn't starving himself, but he just wasn't hungry. "I eat three meals a day..." He made himself eat a few times, anyway. A couple pieces of toast for breakfast, whatever he could grab from the Great Hall and walk off with for lunch, and part of whatever he made himself and Michael for dinner. "I'm drinking plenty of water." Anorexia? Wasn't that something skinny girls did when they thought they were fat?
"Anyway, it all happened at the same time. I wasn't home and I couldn't sleep, I didn't get to eat much—" at all, for a week— "and I'm not gonna force it because I get sick. And I got dizzy last night." He'd just remembered that. "I was dancing and I got a little dizzy." And threw up. His brows drew together. Maybe he was just sick. For the past five months...
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