*To start this off, Serafa was giving Sarah a physical at the same time, but to reduce the size of hte log, I removed their poses.  I have the whole thing if you wish to read it just let me know.

Logfile from Nerak

Nerak is walking around the unfamiliar infirmary looking for the equipment she will need.  She has told some of the candidates that she is here for physicals, so she hopes some will show up.

Jalir trundles into the Infirmary, chest heaving minimally in an effort to catch her breath.  Punctuality is key.  "'Llo," the girl rumbles as she catches sight of the Healer-type, "I'm 'ere for my.... physical?"

You paged Jalir with: Nerak pages, "I'm loggign this to send it to Hytiaf to give you credit for getting the physical. Just wanted to let you know! :)"
Jalir pages, "No problem. n_n"

Nerak turns as she sees a candidates walking into the infirmary.  "Hello, come on in and sit on a cot.  I'm here to help with the physicals for you candidates.  I'm originally from the Ista Healer Hall, so I needed help finding this place!" and laughs.

"I dun hafta take off my clothes, do I?" Jalir shifts a wary glance at Nerak, hands plucking idly at her tunic as she finds a seat one one of the bland-infirmary-type cots.  There she sits, looking much like a canine preparing to recieve a beating.  Let's hope this is quick...

Nerak picks up a 'stylish' infirmary gown and hands it to Jalir.  "Oh no, we have the most stylish gowns around!  Just don't turn your back to anyone! hehe...  I'll pull this curtain around you while you change, Please take everything off but your skivvies and put the gown on." and pulls the curtain around hte cot that Jalir is sitting on.

Jalir reddens a touch at the term referring to... underclothes.  Cough.  With a limp wave sent in the direction to her fellow Candies, the girl reluctantly slips behind the curtian.  Much scuffling and bumping ensues for a few moments.  At last, the herdergirl emerges, flustered appearance quickly smoothed as she returns to the cot, hand firmly clamping the backside of the robe together while eyes remain downcast.  Bite the bullet, 'Lir.  At least they're all females?

Nerak walks over to the sink to wash up and get her items ready.  "Hi Serafa!  I haven't seen you in a while, what have you been doing with yourself?  Are you here to give physicals too?"  She takes the items she needs over to the cot which Jalir is sitting on.  She smiles at Jalir and asks, "Hello.  I have a few questions before we start.  Do you or your family have any health problems I need to know about before we start?"

You paged Jalir with: Nerak pages, "do you want to be healthy or do you want me to find some kind of problem??"
From afar, Jalir is healthy as a runner. ;)

Jalir repays Nerak's smile with a considerably weaker one, mumbling the correct answers with a suddenly thick tongue.  Apparently, we're not half-naked in front of others very often.  "Nomam... no, we're 'ealthy."  No horrible genetic ailments she's aware of.

Nerak she nods, "Great, and have you had any injuries lately?  I need to know that as well." Nerak takes her listening tube and warms it by rubbing it with her hands.  "I know how terrible this feels cold, so I'll warm it up a little by rubbing it.  So, first thing I'm going to do is listen to your heart and your lungs.  If you have any questions at all, don't hesitate to ask me."  

Jalir's lips part, giving the impression that she may have a question or two - though it's highly likely she does not - while the listening tube is rubbed.  Why must medical instruments look so.. so unnatural?  Closing her fish's gape, she recedes into a silence after replying, "No injeres, nomam..."  Eye that listening tube.  Is it going to... touch her?

Nerak says, "Ok, I'm going to listen to your heart now, don't be nervous." and smiles at Jalir.  Her smile is warm, trying to make her patient less nervous.  She takes the listening tube and puts it up against Jalir's heart.  "Your heart sounds very healthy, a hairsbredth fast, but everyone is nervous for some reason when they come here..." and she half frowns, "I dont' know why people are nervous about coming to the infirmary!" and she shakes her head.  "You are nervous, calm down, we're all females here, and I promise I don't bite, unlike some of the dragons out there..."  She then moves teh listening tube to another area of the chest.  "Ok now, Jalir, I'm going to listen to your lungs now.  Please take some deep breaths for me." and she listens to the tube.

Jalir has a go at those deep breaths, mentally attempting to calm herself - the first few are shuddering and uneven.  At last she manages a few smooth, clear breaths with that thing pressed to her sternum.  At least they're going about this effeciently.  Effecience is good.  She remains silent, though jade-hued eyes have begun to rove the quarters, peering curiously at things they have not yet absorbed.  Wonder what /that's/ used for.  Hm.

Nerak she nodds as she moves the tube to different areas of the chest and back, listening to her patient's lungs.  "Very good.  Your lungs sound very clear.  It must be the mountain air!  Ok, the Weyr air... " and laughs, "I know, corny joke..."  She puts the ear pieces to the listening tube around her neck like a necklace.  She then reaches to her pile of things on the table next to her and picks up a glowstick.  "I'm going to look in your eyes, ears and mouth now.  I just want to make sure you are completely healthy. You can start by looking over at that wall so I can see in your ear...  good, now the other way."  The healer is looking into her patients ears at the moment... nothing abnormal ... but wait... "do I see light coming from the other side?" then she chuckles... "Nope, just kidding."

Jalir looks sincerely startled as Nerak claims the light travels through her head.  Is that a problem?  Will she need to ingest countless herbs and remedies and - she catches the laughter and the proclaimation of "kidding", and whuffles a relieved sigh.  A disgruntled sigh.  These Healers are tricky...  She continues obediently doing as she's directed.

Nerak smiles and confides to her patient, "I only pull out the corny jokes to calm my patients, it's kind of hard to be nervous when you are laughing!" and she smiles.  "Alright now, I am going to look in your eyes, so please look at the cabinet behind me so I can check them out.  Dragonriders need good eyes..." She looks into Jalirs eyes adn has her look in many directions, up, down, right and left to make sure the eyes are unimpaired.  "Your eyes are perfectly healthy.  And beautiful too.  Have any of the young men been telling this to you?" she smiles.  "Ok, now for the mouth.  Could you please open your mouth so I can look in?  ...  Great.  Now I'm going to put this stick in your mouth and press down on your tounge a little bit so I can see the rest of your throat.  I promise it won't choke you, but it will feel a little weird.  Please say ahhh..."

Jalir swivels her murky eyes to and fro, up and down, left and right, in a rather comically grotesque display.  After a short toss of her head and a few lengthy blinks to clear her vision of the phantom shadows the glowstick caused, she peers with blatent shock at the Healerite.  Pretty?  Who?  /Lir/?  Now we view Nerak as a bit... over the wherry's nest.  Hmm.  Best not disturb her... Jal's mouth pops open, and she gurgles an 'aaaaahhg' around the depressor shoved inside. 

Nerak looks into her patients throat, "Looks good to me.  You are doing quite well so far!  You are very healthy so far.  Now, though, comes the time I need to check your nose.  I need you to look up at the ceiling so I can peek up your nose." She hands Jalir a handkerchief.  "You may want to blow your nose first, it'll help me see up there.  I don't want a dragonrider to get a bloody nose several dragonlengths above me!" and chuckles.. what a thought... yech!

Jalir brushes a forelock from her eyes, discreetly blowing her nose into the offered handkerchief she plucks from Nerak's hand.  Ahem.  Neck craning, her face tilts ceiling-wards until she's nearly tumbling back in the sudden throw of balance.  Eep.

Nerak chuckles, "I don't want you falling over!  Ok, that's good.  Great, no abnormalities here either.  You can stop looking up now, don't want you to hurt your neck.  That looks great.  I don't see any problems so far."  She picks up the reflex mallet.  "I need to check your reflexes.  I am going to just tap your knees and see how they react.  You have to relax for this, and I need to make sure I jump out of hte way in time." and smiles.  "Are you ready?"

Well, let's hope Jalir doesn't have an abnormal nose.  Things could get simply frightening around the girl.  Anyways..  She catches snatches of Sarah and 
Serafa's conversation, chin quirking at the explaination of more "painful" things ahead.  Wince.  Staring distrustingly at the mallet-wielding hand, she nods.  Slowly.  "Yeh, 'm'ready..."

Nerak smiles "Great!" and taps her knees and jumps back as Jalir's knee jumps towards her.  She repeats it on the other knee and gets the same reaction.  "Good reflexes.  You're doing well. We're almost done, just a few more things.  I do need you to lay down on your back on the cot.  I need to actually feel your stomach.  I hope you aren't ticklish!"  she smiles, "I am, and I laughed all the way through this part when I had my last physical.  Yes, we healers have to have physicals done too!"  She places a sheet over Jalir's legs so that she is still covered when she picks up the gown to look and feel around her stomach.  She washes her hands in the redwort solution and dries them. 

Jalir practically yelps at the tap dealt to her kneecap, more from shock than pain.  She never expected her body to react without her direct orders!  ...Traitor.  The herdergirl practically jumps out of the cot and runs out of the place when Nerak lifts up her gown, save a few details: 1) She's in a skimpy robe.  2) The Healerite places a sheet over her just in time.  Crisis: Averted.  And now 'Lir perches rather uncomfortably as the other girl feels for.. whatever she's feeling for on Jal's abdomen.

Nerak says, "Ok, here we go." she says.  "I'm looking for anything that isn't supposed to be there.  Since I can't acutally see in there, I'm feeling with my hands.  Here is your stomach, your spleen, your intestines, they all feel good to me.  Your liver seems healthy as well, but too much drinking can take care of that... *commercial, dont' drink too much... end of commercial*  I don't feel anything out of the ordinary here, does any of this hurt?"  Then she says, "Ok, it all seems ok here.  The last thing I have to do is what most people dread...  Please open your legs, the sheet is here to keep you covered so no one else can see.  I need to make sure you are /completely/ healthy." she is /so/ trying to stay professional here.  This is no time to crack jokes.

Jalir's nose wrinkles a bit more at each term Nerak rattles off.  Never knew she had so many.. parts.  And they all have such charming names.  That drinking shouldn't be too much of a problem.  (read: Jalir's a prude.)  The next request, however, draws an expression of dread to the girl's features.  Open her... what?  "Open muh /what/?"  Coming to this weyr may have been a mistake.  Sarah is glanced at - fearfully so - and though 'Lir can't seem to catch her eye, it's obvious that she's been requested to do the same.  Shudder.  Now quite the hue of a boiled spiderclaw, the stocky girl... obeys..  Oh, cringe.  Cringe.  Abashed aversion of gaze.

Nerak checks what she needs to check where she is, "Sorry about this part, NO ONE likes this part of the exam, but it is necessary.  I need to make sure that everything is in the right place and looks healthy."  She finishes.  "Thank you, you're done. You can get dressed now. As you said before, you're healthy as a runner!    I do need to ask you several more questions, so open the curtain when you are finished and sit on the cot." She washes her hands as Jalir is changing.  She picks up her notebook and pen and begins to make marks on the paper.  
Nerak ooc also brings a cup with her as well as her notebook... forgot that part...

Jalir flees to the sanctuary of the curtain!  Following is another series of grunts and shuffles, and a fully-clothed, still-red Jalir emerges.  Ah, the saftey of being covered.  Nodding a mite apprehensively to her physical-giver, she thusly announces her readiness.

Nerak looks at Jalir.  "Aren't you glad to have that part overwith!  I always am.  I need to ask you about your *ahem* sexual activity... Whether or not you are active, you need to come to the infirmary once a month to drink this." She hands Jalir the cup.  "This is a contraceptive draught.  As long as you are a candidate, and a weyrling hopefully after that, you must drink this draught.  Once you become a rider, it is optional.  I know it tastes terrible, but it will keep away pregnancies.  You need your wits about you on the sands, as well as while you are in training." She gives another warm smile.  "Thats it for now.   Physicals are best done once a year, for your health.  You're done, unless you have any questions for me, that is."

Jalir pulls off another one of those stares that can only be described as 'blank'.  "I dun't.... I dun't," She finally stutters, though she submits with a subtle lipcurl to the required contraceptive.  Downing the horrid stuff in one gulp, a length of veiled gagging and sputtering follows before she nods, teary-eyed, to the Healer.  Her thanks.  Really.  Ewwgh...  It's almost dishonorable for her to even have to /take/ such a thing, if you can imagine.  A bruise of pride.  But, she gathers herself, and with a more professional bob of head to Nerak, she churrs a low, "Thankew," before scuttling out.

Nerak snugs Jalir! Jalir absorbs you, purring contentedly. ^-^
You paged Jalir with: Nerak pages, "I just sent a message to Hytiaf, you'll be marked for your physical. Nice poses! :)"
From afar, Jalir hugs.  Thankew! :D
Jalir ambles steadily to the GroundWeyrs.