durden wrote::: Dr. Logan Pickelberry rushes past, grabing a stack of patient charts andpromptly spilling his coffee on his shirt and a nearby nurse ::
"Damn! What a week. I'm up to my balls in it this week Glenda. Sorry about the mess. Get someone to clean this shit up."
:: Dr Pickleberry heads to the nearest patient room, looking over the list of symptoms. There have been a lot of side-effects from his recent treatments. Patients are reporting more fever, diarrhea, and vomitting blood. He'll have to go back and examine his last batch. He has so little to work with as the VA looks to cut corners where it can. Yet the generals are looking for an answer to this recent sickness in the Gulf. It's something the government is doing to them, he just knows it... ::
Sergeant Cutter and his wife have brought their daughter in. Sarn't cutter was one of the first troops to come into the gulf. He was a tank gunner, and was in one of the units that first crossed into Iraq. His tank was disabled by enemy fire, though his whole unit survived. His medical records do not indicate much more about where he was after that, until he met his wife at the Army hospital, where she was a nurse. Eileen, his wife, was inspecific as to how they met and when she got pregnant.
Whatever happened to sgt cutter, he is near comatose now. His 'stroke like symptoms' were progressive over time, and his primary care physician states that it 'seems to be acute onset MS.' He is there, with his wife, but his eyes are vacant and he is wheelchair bound. His daughter is your patient today. She is six weeks old. She has already tripled her birth weight, but her proportions are normal. She has teeth that are very sharp, her mother says. A bandage on one of the mothers breasts makes an obvious shape in her sweater. the complaint is that the child seems to be developing very quickly, and they came to the ER to see if this is normal. The ER physician decided to admit the patient, and do some studies to make sure gigantism isn't the case. now it's your mess.
