Joyce- Week 1, Check Up

"Good morning, Doctor." Joyce Summers sing songed.

Dr. Reynolds smiled as Mrs. Summers entered his office and took a seat with a smile on her face.

"You look five years younger with that smile, Mrs. Summers. Things are better then they were last week, I hope. That smile on your face promises me good news." Dr. Reynolds opened her file on his desk.

"Yes. Yes indeed." Joyce nodded and sweeping her hair back she made a show out of primping her hair. "And thank you for the compliment."

"That's good to hear. Have you brought your notebook?" Dr. Reynolds asked.

Joyce held up her purse and shook it, "Here."

"Anything to report? Is the pill working as intended? Any migraines?"

Joyce grinned, "It works. Oh boy, does it work."

"Tell me more." Dr. Reynolds picked up his pen and hovered it over a page in her file.

"It didnt do anything for my headache Monday but then I saw you late in the afternoon so I assumed it needed more time to work. Tuesday it didn't do anything. Which is fine, again, I presume it takes a while to work. But Wednesday is when it happened." Joyce pulled her notebook out of her purse and opened it, "Both of my daughters were home and being teenagers and arguing with each other, on top of a long day working and then cooking for said daughters... just whats needed to cause one of my headaches, last week I would have had a stabbing pain behind my eyes. This Wednesday, despite everything, I didnt have any pain save a hint of a twing when the shouting started which coukd have just been reacting to the sudden loud noise." Joyce sighed in mock bliss, "It was wonderful."

"I'm glad to hear it." Dr. Reynolds made some notes in the file, "And the rest of the week? Your weekend? Any problems?"

Joyce giggled, "I did have that euphoria you warned about."

"Really?"

Joyce nodded her head giggled again. "It was fantastic. Thursday, for almost an hour I was just giggly. I was just watching the news and laughing and giggling and having the time of my life. Over the news! It was Fantastic! Like... the only way to describe it is... back in college when I was 20 my girlfriends and I smoked some really good weed and listened to Carlin's Toledo Windowbox album because pot humor and theming and we just lost our shit for the rest of the night." Joyce sighed wistfully, "To tell you the truth, I wouldnt have minded if the giggles had lasted for a few more hours. I did have a moment of... not giggles but, lets say, good cheer on Friday where I was just happy for no good reason for almost two hourse. And maybe I was just imagining it but when I woke up Sunday morning I felt that same kind of good cheer for a half hour or so, of course that could have just been waking up from a good nights sleep."

"So not exactly a drawback." Dr. Reynolds nodded knowingly.

"I did freak out my youngest. Apparently there were pod person concerns." Joyce rolled her eyes. "But I explained experimental medicine can have side effects and as far as side effects go being giddy isnt so bad. Better than migraines"

"Much better." Dr. Reynolds laughed. "Anything else? Any other reactions to the medication?"

"One. Saturday night." Joyce flushed and flipped a page in her notebook, keeping her eyes on the notebook her voice dropped as she spoke in an embarrassed voice. "Uh, well over the weekend when I... when... when I masturbated I noticed a, uh, sensitivity in certain areas and maybe some, uh, swelling?"

Dr.Reynolds wrote in the file and clearing his throat he said, "Well that's... thats to be expected I suppose. The **** works by helping increase blood flow to affected areas. So if you were, ah, exciting areas that traditionally see increased blood flow normally there might be some swelling and higher sensitivity." Dr. Reynolds tapped his pen on the file, "Was it a positive or negative experience?"

Joyce'a cheeks were crimson and she softly nodded her head, "Positive. Very positive. Things were.... I felt, hmmm, very, uh, intense tingles in places"

"If the situation persists then we might need to schedule an in office visit to monitor such a situation." Dr. Reynolds floated the idea.

Joyce actually eeped and sat up straight in her chair. "You mean come in here and... and... and do THAT in front of you?"

"Not necessarily me. And not necessarily here. The company I am partnered with has a fully staffed lab facility not far from here where they monitor trials that require greater supervision. Like young Mister Harris, he managed to get onto one such trial and is out at the facility being monitored for the next month." He explained.

Joyce flipped from embarrassed to excited very quickly, "Xander came in? That's fantastic. And he found something? Thats good."

"You'll be collecting a referral fee times three, Mrs. Summers. Young Mister Harris has signed up for three **** trials."

"Is it safe? Three **** at the same time?"

"Very. He's under constant care and monitoring by a well trained staff. We are taking his health and well being very seriously." Dr. Reynolds gave her a warm, comforting smile.

"Good. That's good. Xander really needs things to go his way. He's been a little lost since high school ended." Joyce shook her head over the situation.

"Well, he will at least make a little extra money as his girlfriend Miss Jenkins came in the day after him and demanded to be part of the trials. So thats a referral fee for him too."

Joyce winced, "She's really a very nice girl. Anya's just.... well...."

"Xander said straightforward." Dr. Reynolds chuckled.

"And then some." Joyce nodded.

Dr. Reynolds nodded in commiseration. "Well, if that's all lets get you out to my nurse and we'll take your vitals and get you out of here so you can get home to your lovely daughters."

"Sounds good." Joyce put her notebook away and gathered her things before leaving.