Headache Help! (Roshni, Mia)

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

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Spencer sat outside of Roshni Jana's office, waiting for the woman to see him. She was doing it as a strictly professional courtesy, as she wasn't technically a Bureau physician. They had worked together previously, and when his headaches started, he knew he could trust her. So he called her, and she'd agreed to see him after work that day. He tried to concentrate on his files, but his mind was working too much. He was worried-he wanted answers, and he wanted to make sure that he was OK-DJ needed him, and in a way, so did Aimee. He had already professed his love to Mia, and it wouldn't be fair to her if he just got sick now.

He was also trying to get in with Dr. Kleingeld, but the man was very busy, so he hadn't been able to get an appointment as fast as he liked. Not that it mattered-Spencer was very sure there as a biological cause of his headaches. He needed to know WHAT, though, so he could stop suffering so much. He hurt, and it wasn't fun. He had even had to miss work due to the headaches. So he was already a bit pissy, anyway.

Then, the door opened, and he smiled at Mia.

Thanks for waiting for me. See you soon... He took a breath, and entered Dr. Jana's office.

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"I am what I am, you did what you did, I'm glad I'm not a sinner baby, cause here's a twist, You are what you are, I saw what I saw, Karma's your master, and you're the bitch"

Roshni had just finished up with a cadaver an hour or so ago, she had gotten to change and sat now in dark jeans a light grey pull over sweater and a black and grey striped scarf that was wrapped ever so neatly around her neck. She had agreed to look over Dr. Spencer Reid who was complaining of extremely painful headaches. The pain that he was describing worried her, being medically certified she would put in a favor at the nearest hospital to her good friend, Dr. Zadoola, to get Reid tested to see what was going on, she would do an evaluation and then refer him if necessary to the proper care. It was the least she could do after all. She didn't want to see any of her co-workers suffering. She had finished printing the paperwork that she would need to fill out if necessary and finished the last bit of the Pathology report and saved it before going to retrieve Dr. Reid. She opened her door and stood in the doorway a small smile crossed her elegant features she motioned for him to come in. "Dr. Reid, I am ready for you." She mused tiredly RJ hadn't gotten much sleep lately, well she never really slept. Which wasn't good, but she had to run on coffee and fumes just to stay awake long enough to do her job. Yet even though she was exhausted she just couldn't get to sleep. Now wasn't the time to worry about her problems she had a "patient" she led him into her office and shut the door behind them. Turning to face him she motioned to the sitting space by the window. "If you would join me by the window, I just need to collect the evaluation sheet and we can get started." she pulled out her stethoscope and a few other tools just to do a routine check along with a clip board and pen to take note of his answers.

Roshni gracefully sat down across from him the stethoscope was wrapped around her neck and the other tools were in their case that the came in just until she needed them. She crossed her legs and sat up straight in her arm chair. "I know you have informed me of your headaches, on a scale of one to ten? Please rate them, on a daily basis, have you had one today? And what would you rate if so?" She asked him a few basic questions in perfectly accented English, her Indian accent was heavy but she was understandable. She glanced him over to look for any physical fatigue, or lack of sleep. She was sure she herself had large bags under her eyes but that was such a normal look for her it was barely noticeable anymore. 

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer strode into Roshni's office, and settled his tall frame into the seat she'd indicated. He let her arrange her things, as she spoke to him.

If you would join me by the window, I just need to collect the evaluation sheet and we can get started. He nodded, and folded his legs beneath him. He noticed that Roshni had a stetehscope, and some other scary-looking implements.

She settled in, and he let her begin.

I know you have informed me of your headaches, on a scale of one to ten? Please rate them, on a daily basis, have you had one today? And what would you rate if so? He nodded and started.

It's hell. I have them every day-they started a few weeks ago. They're usually between an eight and a ten on the pain scale. I had one today-it was less severe, but I have been taking lots of Naprysin and things like that. I don't have a prescription anymore-I used to take Imitrex. I was getting them early last year, but they stopped suddenly...but now they're back. Nothing has changed too much in my life-no major life changes outside of meeting a new girlfriend. But nothing that would cause extreme stress, I don't think... He stopped speaking so she could make notes.

It has been about two years since I had an MRI-the headaches have plagued me since I was in college. But they haven't been this severe. He shook his head-this last round had been a little slice of hell on Earth.