Jean, Amanda - backdated to Sunday morning
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xp_logsAmanda overdoes things and goes down to Jean for a checkup.
"Dr. Grey-Summers?" Amanda called, somewhat hesitantly as she peered around the central medlab waiting area. She hadn't wanted to bother the woman, but Angelo had been there when she'd over-pulled during her usual physio exercises, heard her exclamation of pain and had flatly insisted she go down to have it checked out. Flat being the operative word - he was still in that self-protective blank state he'd fallen into ever since Attilan had disappeared. "Um, sorry to be a bother, but I just need a quick look over?" Amanda figured calling for Jean meant less chance of Amelia 'poofing' into the scene.
"Amanda?" Jean asked, her head appearing around the door to the medicine closet. "Certainly, come in." Jean set her inventory list on the shelf she was working on and stepped out into the main room. "What's up?"
"I, uh, think I pulled something," Amanda said, somewhat embarrassed. "On my back. With the, um, scars. I don't think it's bad, but Ange, he heard me do it and sort of insisted I come down here."
"Oh, ow. He was right to do so. Here, private room," Jean said, waving towards one of the examination rooms. "I assume nothing's torn? No blood?"
"I don't think so..." Her shirt wasn't sticking, but there might be bleeding under the skin she couldn't see. Waiting until Jean had closed the door behind them, she peeled off the baggy t-shirt she
was wearing and turned her back to Jean. "I'm supposed to stretch every day, but with all that's gone on, I might've skipped a couple and it's tightened up a bit," she admitted. She kept up the forced semi-cheerful tone she'd developed for the clinic staff, holding her shirt to her chest. "Around the shoulder blades, mostly. That's where I pulled things this morning."
Jean nodded, fingers gently tracing over the marks, testing for splits and looking for any internal bleeding. "Well, you need to be more careful about not missing days, but you know that, and I know that sometimes it's unavoidable. Did they give you any lotion or creams to rub in to keep the skin loose?"
"Tante sent something - smells like something you'd find at the bottom of a swamp, which is probably where it came from." Jean's hands were cool on her back, and Amanda was inwardly proud that she'd avoided flinching. "It works better than the stuff the clinic gave me, so I put up with it. Well, Ange puts up with it, since he's the one putting it on." Well, now. "Seems to be healing up pretty well, all things considered."
"Yes, it does, although there's more stiffness than I'd like. I take it the 'couple' you might have skipped possibly add up to more than that?" There wasn't any judging in Jean's tone, just a question - she'd ended up treating a number of scar wounds in her time working with the X-Men and knew how tough they could be psychologically.
"...Yeah," Amanda admitted reluctantly. "It's just... easy to get into a pattern, you know? Something comes up, you let it go, and there's no problem. Besides," an edge of wry humour entered her voice. "...there's always something else coming up that distracts me. But yeah, if I want to make sure I've got full flexibility, I know I need to get back to it." She smiled ruefully, even though Jean couldn't see it. "Which is why I overdid it today."
"And it's easier sometimes to simply not think about it, yes? To let yourself be distracted." Having ascertained that there wasn't any new damage from the overwork, Jean stepped back around the table, gesturing that Amanda could put her shirt back on. "You have Tante's salve - I could give you a cream which would smell better, but I doubt it would be any more effective. Are you needing any painkillers? For today or in general?"
Amanda paused in pulling her shirt back on over her head, her first instinct to say 'yes', even if she didn't need them. "Um, no, I'll be all right," she said finishing getting dressed. "I... need to watch myself with those." It was said with a mixture of shame and bravado - Jean had access to her medical records, knew her history. "I was getting a little bit too attached to them, y'know?"
Jean nodded, smiling faintly. "I do, yes. And it sounds like you're being careful, which I'm proud of you for."
A faint blush appeared, and Amanda ducked her head a little. "I'm trying," she replied. "Be a shame to waste all that therapy, after all." She met Jean's eyes then, and smiled. "Thanks for the checkup, Doc. You're much nicer about it than Emma's people, that's for sure. And if I run out of Tante's goop, I'll come get some from you." She flexed her shoulders, carefully - still stiff, but no lasting damage. "I'll work on the stretching too. Sofia keeps suggesting yoga, but 's not really my thing." Her smile grew impish. "I could always ask Pete for some of his ballet stretches."
"Heh. Like as not he'd bite your head off for that, but he'd teach you them, I'm sure," Jean said with a grin. "Or you might try Tai Chi. It's a bit more active than yoga, but still has a lot of the balance and centering aspects."
"Pete never bites my head off... well, he does, but usually there's a good reason. And after all this, I'm figuring I've got a free pass for another few weeks at least." She filed away the Tai Chi suggestion for future pursuit - couldn't hurt, after all. "I'd better get going, leave you to it."
"Feel free to come by anytime - even when things aren't actively in pain."
"I will. Ta, Jean."
"Dr. Grey-Summers?" Amanda called, somewhat hesitantly as she peered around the central medlab waiting area. She hadn't wanted to bother the woman, but Angelo had been there when she'd over-pulled during her usual physio exercises, heard her exclamation of pain and had flatly insisted she go down to have it checked out. Flat being the operative word - he was still in that self-protective blank state he'd fallen into ever since Attilan had disappeared. "Um, sorry to be a bother, but I just need a quick look over?" Amanda figured calling for Jean meant less chance of Amelia 'poofing' into the scene.
"Amanda?" Jean asked, her head appearing around the door to the medicine closet. "Certainly, come in." Jean set her inventory list on the shelf she was working on and stepped out into the main room. "What's up?"
"I, uh, think I pulled something," Amanda said, somewhat embarrassed. "On my back. With the, um, scars. I don't think it's bad, but Ange, he heard me do it and sort of insisted I come down here."
"Oh, ow. He was right to do so. Here, private room," Jean said, waving towards one of the examination rooms. "I assume nothing's torn? No blood?"
"I don't think so..." Her shirt wasn't sticking, but there might be bleeding under the skin she couldn't see. Waiting until Jean had closed the door behind them, she peeled off the baggy t-shirt she
was wearing and turned her back to Jean. "I'm supposed to stretch every day, but with all that's gone on, I might've skipped a couple and it's tightened up a bit," she admitted. She kept up the forced semi-cheerful tone she'd developed for the clinic staff, holding her shirt to her chest. "Around the shoulder blades, mostly. That's where I pulled things this morning."
Jean nodded, fingers gently tracing over the marks, testing for splits and looking for any internal bleeding. "Well, you need to be more careful about not missing days, but you know that, and I know that sometimes it's unavoidable. Did they give you any lotion or creams to rub in to keep the skin loose?"
"Tante sent something - smells like something you'd find at the bottom of a swamp, which is probably where it came from." Jean's hands were cool on her back, and Amanda was inwardly proud that she'd avoided flinching. "It works better than the stuff the clinic gave me, so I put up with it. Well, Ange puts up with it, since he's the one putting it on." Well, now. "Seems to be healing up pretty well, all things considered."
"Yes, it does, although there's more stiffness than I'd like. I take it the 'couple' you might have skipped possibly add up to more than that?" There wasn't any judging in Jean's tone, just a question - she'd ended up treating a number of scar wounds in her time working with the X-Men and knew how tough they could be psychologically.
"...Yeah," Amanda admitted reluctantly. "It's just... easy to get into a pattern, you know? Something comes up, you let it go, and there's no problem. Besides," an edge of wry humour entered her voice. "...there's always something else coming up that distracts me. But yeah, if I want to make sure I've got full flexibility, I know I need to get back to it." She smiled ruefully, even though Jean couldn't see it. "Which is why I overdid it today."
"And it's easier sometimes to simply not think about it, yes? To let yourself be distracted." Having ascertained that there wasn't any new damage from the overwork, Jean stepped back around the table, gesturing that Amanda could put her shirt back on. "You have Tante's salve - I could give you a cream which would smell better, but I doubt it would be any more effective. Are you needing any painkillers? For today or in general?"
Amanda paused in pulling her shirt back on over her head, her first instinct to say 'yes', even if she didn't need them. "Um, no, I'll be all right," she said finishing getting dressed. "I... need to watch myself with those." It was said with a mixture of shame and bravado - Jean had access to her medical records, knew her history. "I was getting a little bit too attached to them, y'know?"
Jean nodded, smiling faintly. "I do, yes. And it sounds like you're being careful, which I'm proud of you for."
A faint blush appeared, and Amanda ducked her head a little. "I'm trying," she replied. "Be a shame to waste all that therapy, after all." She met Jean's eyes then, and smiled. "Thanks for the checkup, Doc. You're much nicer about it than Emma's people, that's for sure. And if I run out of Tante's goop, I'll come get some from you." She flexed her shoulders, carefully - still stiff, but no lasting damage. "I'll work on the stretching too. Sofia keeps suggesting yoga, but 's not really my thing." Her smile grew impish. "I could always ask Pete for some of his ballet stretches."
"Heh. Like as not he'd bite your head off for that, but he'd teach you them, I'm sure," Jean said with a grin. "Or you might try Tai Chi. It's a bit more active than yoga, but still has a lot of the balance and centering aspects."
"Pete never bites my head off... well, he does, but usually there's a good reason. And after all this, I'm figuring I've got a free pass for another few weeks at least." She filed away the Tai Chi suggestion for future pursuit - couldn't hurt, after all. "I'd better get going, leave you to it."
"Feel free to come by anytime - even when things aren't actively in pain."
"I will. Ta, Jean."
