InsaneJournal

How very ... primitive
Who: Simon, Linda
What: coping -- or trying to -- with the medical "knowledge" in 1964
When: Monday evening
Where: Diner near the Welcome Center
Rating: Low
Status: --

Simon had acquired a number of medical texts to familiarize himself with the accepted processes and procedures of the day. Most of what he read horrified him beyond words, and he couldn't even find a place to begin correcting it. He didn't think corrections and change would be welcome, which was going to make working very, very interesting. But it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten into an argument with a doctor. He let his thoughts stray briefly to their heist on Ariel, to the bypass patient. Here though ... what he knew when so far beyond what they knew. He'd carted his books to a diner, mostly because he was tired of the four walls of his room. He was glad to have a room, of course, but left alone, he spent too much time delving into his thoughts, and that rarely put him in a good mental place. So instead, he'd come out to the diner with some books, and was currently nursing a coffee. He'd had a dish of ice cream prior to that, after enjoying a very large hamburger and fries. At least this reality had food going for it. Still, he'd rather have tasteless protein on Serenity than all the hamburgers in this world. Pushing away his thoughts, Simon turned the page in the book. His blue eyes skimmed down the page before he shook his head, making a few notes on the notepad he'd purchased. "It's a wonder they managed to procreate at all," he muttered. Between birth defects caused by smoking and drinking, and the disregard for the female reproductive system ... He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair again. By now, it was sticking up in any number of odd ways and he was sure he had a harried look, but he honestly couldn't believe some of the things he was reading. "They were lucky they didn't kill all their patients," he muttered incredulously as he jotted down a couple more notes. If at all possible, he intended to try to weed out the blatantly harmful practices, and to do his best to discourage drinking and smoking in pregnant women, but it was an enormous task and he was one man. Still, he had to start somewhere, and as long as he was stuck here, he may as well try to make a difference.