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Dec. 19th, 2013 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shufti"You need iron tablets." the doctor says, frowning at Shufti as he looks over her blood results.
"Iron tablets?" Shufti asks, blinking at him. "What for?"
"You're anaemic, you need to eat more iron." the doctor says, tapping something into his computer.
"Like magnets?" Shufti asks, imagining something like a bullet. The doctor gives her a funny look, assumes it's a joke, and doesn't respond to it. Shufti makes a mental note to ask the internet that one later.
"I've had some sickness, I don't think eating metal will help." she ventures.
"The sickness should pass soon, once you're out of the first trimester." the doctor says.
"I know." Shufti says. "Thank you." she adds, politely.
"Right, let's do your scan then." the doctor says.
"Is that necessary?" Shufti asks.
The look is as she expected; a sort of incredulous stare. Probably like the one she gave him by mistake upon realising that her obstetrician was a man.
"For the welfare of your baby, you should have a scan. Your insurance covers it."
Oh yes, the in-sewer-ants. Shufti sighs and gets up onto the couch. She knows she's lucky; CJ has access to a very good health plan for all of them, and she's grateful. But back in Borogravia, Nuggan forbade pictures of anyone who wasn't the Duchess. And while photographs do exist now of her and her family, taking a picture of an unborn baby just seems like tempting fate.
The doctor puts the cold scanner on her tummy. She glances warily at the screen, the black and white image.
"And there's the heart... and that's the face there..." the doctor says. "By these measurements you are... thirteen weeks four days."
"You can be so precise?" Shufti asks, blinking at him. "Is it healthy?"
"You can't see much here but it's viable."
"Viable?"
"Alive." the doctor says. "Do you want a picture?"
"Ye Gods no." Shufti says. "Are we done?"
"Iron tablets?" Shufti asks, blinking at him. "What for?"
"You're anaemic, you need to eat more iron." the doctor says, tapping something into his computer.
"Like magnets?" Shufti asks, imagining something like a bullet. The doctor gives her a funny look, assumes it's a joke, and doesn't respond to it. Shufti makes a mental note to ask the internet that one later.
"I've had some sickness, I don't think eating metal will help." she ventures.
"The sickness should pass soon, once you're out of the first trimester." the doctor says.
"I know." Shufti says. "Thank you." she adds, politely.
"Right, let's do your scan then." the doctor says.
"Is that necessary?" Shufti asks.
The look is as she expected; a sort of incredulous stare. Probably like the one she gave him by mistake upon realising that her obstetrician was a man.
"For the welfare of your baby, you should have a scan. Your insurance covers it."
Oh yes, the in-sewer-ants. Shufti sighs and gets up onto the couch. She knows she's lucky; CJ has access to a very good health plan for all of them, and she's grateful. But back in Borogravia, Nuggan forbade pictures of anyone who wasn't the Duchess. And while photographs do exist now of her and her family, taking a picture of an unborn baby just seems like tempting fate.
The doctor puts the cold scanner on her tummy. She glances warily at the screen, the black and white image.
"And there's the heart... and that's the face there..." the doctor says. "By these measurements you are... thirteen weeks four days."
"You can be so precise?" Shufti asks, blinking at him. "Is it healthy?"
"You can't see much here but it's viable."
"Viable?"
"Alive." the doctor says. "Do you want a picture?"
"Ye Gods no." Shufti says. "Are we done?"
