Post by Dr. Ginny Tucker on Dec 11, 2007 8:02:00 GMT -5
Name:] Ginny Tucker
[Age:] 32
[Occupation:] Cardiologist
[Is Your Character Willing To Die?]: I'm a doctor!!
[Special Talents/Extra Info:] She is a very good doctor, and has a love for animals. She was intent on becoming a vet at age 22, but quit the school because she didn't want to be a vet anymore. Then she became a doctor, so I guess that you could say that she was once a vetranarian.
[Personality:] Ginny Tucker is a selfless person, and acts kind of like Allison Cameron. She never lets down a fight, and is very stong. She also hates high heels and the color pink. She is almost anti-pink!! ((And yes, there is such thing. My friend is anti-pink.)) Instead her favorite outfit is a pair of baggy cargo pants and a gray long sleeved shirt with a black or brown mimijacket.
[History:] The first thing you should know about Ginny is that she has synesthesia. It is a "disease" where you see shapes and colors instead of just hearing the sound that they are accomadated. When she told her friends, they believed her, for she never lies.
[Word Verification]: Anemia
[Writing sample:]
Nurses:
When she calls me in, I rush to the patients room. I have a life, people!!! But I am loyal to my boss. Anyway, I start checking her/his vitals, he claims that the blood compresor hurts, and I tell him that it is normal. When his blood presssure skyrockets to over 200, he starts going delirious. He trys to hit me, but I duck and hold him down.
"NURSE!!! GET ME AN ANESTHETIC!!!" I yell. A fat nurse hobbles in, carrying a small white bottle. I draw a syrenge while the nurse tends to him, and she lays him down on the bed, and holds down his arm. I stick him with the syenge, waiting for him to calm. When he clams down, I sigh and tell the nurse that her serves are no longer required. Talk about a long day at work...
Specialists:
Well, first I think of the symptoms, and try to guess a rational reason why he's (Whatever he is)). I ask the people who work for me, and they give me more suggestions. But I can tell that he might be lieing, because as House says, "Everybody Lies"
. So I walk into his room and interogate him a little. I admits that he used to smoke and that he was on drugs when he was fifteen. I begin thinking of what he might have. It could be a drug related medicine or it could be something as common as ((sickness goes here))! Or it could be something as irrational as tuberculosis. His symptoms are coughing and chest pains... But I should always be careful when handing out meds so I decide to test him for a few other rational things and draw blood.
[Age:] 32
[Occupation:] Cardiologist
[Is Your Character Willing To Die?]: I'm a doctor!!
[Special Talents/Extra Info:] She is a very good doctor, and has a love for animals. She was intent on becoming a vet at age 22, but quit the school because she didn't want to be a vet anymore. Then she became a doctor, so I guess that you could say that she was once a vetranarian.
[Personality:] Ginny Tucker is a selfless person, and acts kind of like Allison Cameron. She never lets down a fight, and is very stong. She also hates high heels and the color pink. She is almost anti-pink!! ((And yes, there is such thing. My friend is anti-pink.)) Instead her favorite outfit is a pair of baggy cargo pants and a gray long sleeved shirt with a black or brown mimijacket.
[History:] The first thing you should know about Ginny is that she has synesthesia. It is a "disease" where you see shapes and colors instead of just hearing the sound that they are accomadated. When she told her friends, they believed her, for she never lies.
[Word Verification]: Anemia
[Writing sample:]
Nurses:
When she calls me in, I rush to the patients room. I have a life, people!!! But I am loyal to my boss. Anyway, I start checking her/his vitals, he claims that the blood compresor hurts, and I tell him that it is normal. When his blood presssure skyrockets to over 200, he starts going delirious. He trys to hit me, but I duck and hold him down.
"NURSE!!! GET ME AN ANESTHETIC!!!" I yell. A fat nurse hobbles in, carrying a small white bottle. I draw a syrenge while the nurse tends to him, and she lays him down on the bed, and holds down his arm. I stick him with the syenge, waiting for him to calm. When he clams down, I sigh and tell the nurse that her serves are no longer required. Talk about a long day at work...
Specialists:
Well, first I think of the symptoms, and try to guess a rational reason why he's (Whatever he is)). I ask the people who work for me, and they give me more suggestions. But I can tell that he might be lieing, because as House says, "Everybody Lies"
. So I walk into his room and interogate him a little. I admits that he used to smoke and that he was on drugs when he was fifteen. I begin thinking of what he might have. It could be a drug related medicine or it could be something as common as ((sickness goes here))! Or it could be something as irrational as tuberculosis. His symptoms are coughing and chest pains... But I should always be careful when handing out meds so I decide to test him for a few other rational things and draw blood.