Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Sacred Heart Hospital- Hope in the Tiny Things

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Sacred Heart Hospital- Hope in the Tiny Things
Like a good little patient, Eela made her way through the hospital in her now ubiquitous grey mourning garb. She didn’t exactly ignore the attention her presence carried, but she didn’t acknowledge it either. She was here for herself, as often she was.

The cane in her right hand was now there for support but she found herself relying on it less to support her whole weight, which was a nice bonus and she was sure Jal’na would be glad for that fact. It had helped that Eela spent the rest of yesterday, and this morning, resting in a supported and prone position, trying to keeping pressure off her discs.

Arriving in the Primary Care Ward, Eela made her way down to the PT area where the anti-grav room was located. At her appointment time, after changing into patient’s garments, Eela laid on her stomach on the bed. It was then lowered (to minimize injury in case of some accident) and a loose band was affixed across her upper back. It didn’t hold her down, but it would stop her from lifting off the bed if she happened to move in the zero-G environment. The nurse and the tech made sure she was comfortable on pillows, her face downwards like when she had a massage. This wasn’t the first time she had had this treatment, but it was a first on Oed. She was also grateful that neither offered their condolences. They just let her be and for that she was very grateful. In fact, she was so relaxed she actually dozed off. The truth was that she had loved Zero-G training. While others were terrified of the experience and some had felt ill, Eela had enjoyed it tremendously. It had made her feel alive. And so as the room had kicked in, she all but sighed both in relief from the pressure on her spine, but also like something else was lifting too, even if she couldn’t identify what that was.

When her treatment was up, Eela got dressed and could feel the difference. Even if you discounted the floating feeling she had with each step, there was definitely a little less pain. She moved down the corridor with her cane, using it mostly (and most importantly right now) for stability. But half way back to the entrance to the department, Eela stopped. A thought crept into her mind and encouraged her to turn around and head back the department reception desk. “Excuse me, is Jal’na in and available at all? I was hoping to speak with her for a minute if she was.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

“One moment and I will check.” The receptionist tapped her ear piece while typing on her screen. “Yes, she just finished a session. She is in her office. You can go back.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

“Thank you,” Eela said and moved slowly back down the hall. She approached the office and knocked before poking her head in. “Hey, do you have a minute?” The one thing she never did with Ja;’na was put on a front. For one, the physiotherapist could see right through her when it came to her body, but also she had too much respect for Jal’na. Still, even Eela knew she was looking better than yesterday. Maybe not by tons, but it was a notable difference.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.