Journal of the Ponyville Medic

Prologue: Why did i get this job?

The first day of my journal,

I slowly walk into the interviewing room that many medical ponies must in order to be accepted or denied to the best possible position ever in medicine. I am obviously nervous knowing that I'm unexperienced as well as just a pony looking for something to do. My cutie mark is that of a red cross and heart I'm trying hard to remember why I'd even applied for medicine but for the life of me I just can't seem to remember… Oh, its my Nephew he suffers from a condition called Magic degeneration, basically its explained like this: basically everypony has some type of magic inside him/herself which is why Tierik was able to cause so much mayhem, the type of magic is shown through a pony's cutiemark what they're exemplary at.

They say that Ponies with this condition don't live long at all and are practically read their final rights then and there. For whatever reason, my Nephew is still surviving despite the odds. He slowly rots away and this just makes me sad and angry that nopony can do anything for him. Yet again though it makes every moment with him just a treasure.

I walk over and sit in a chair the only one that seems to be in this dark, dank room. I sit down and wait anxiously clicking my hooves together. minutes pass and the room still hasn't lit up. 'Is it their lunch break' I think to myself waiting a few moments more. the lights come on and I find myself face to face with a mare sitting in a chair opposite me.

"Hello," I said to an interviewer, "I'm here for the job interview."

"Ah Jon Buck is it?" the interviewer asked.

"yes, that is my name, but its likely somepony misspelled it. its 'B-u-c-h' not 'B-u-c-k'."

"All right," the interviewer said fixing the clerical error on the sheet on her clip board. "It says here you're applying for a for a medical job is that right?"

"Yes Ma'am." I reply

"All right," the inter viewer replied "It says here that you're applying on account of your nephew's condition called Magic Degeneration is that right?"

"yes Ma'am." I reply

"it is tragic that some ponies suffer from that… you have my sympathy." the interviewer replied

"thank you." I reply my voice wavering a bit.

The interviewer looked at his sheets once more before continuing on; "It says here you have very little medical training is that true?"

"yes, it is; however, through the use of my horn I have been able to become pretty fluent in medical terminology as well as it enlightening me to many cures to many diseases as well. Look, if I'm denied once more just because of medical experience than just post me somewhere where I can at least be a clinic clown to at least help the sick fillies colts feel better."

The interviewer looked at his papers once more then back at Jon. "you do know medicine is a serious science, not one that magic can willy-nilly, right? its the one thing that most times separates life from death; that said, how do you think you can contribute to it just being as you put it a 'clinic clown'?"

"I've perfected a magic infusion spell one that can restart anypony's heart. the only down side is that it takes a lot out of me and if the pony its preformed on has no will left to live then that pony will die on the stretcher or the bed." I reply back expecting a solid stamp on the papers to say the red and final DENIED. its happened too many times before after I've delivered that grim statement why should this time be any different?

"Mr. Buch," the interviewer said to him getting up from her chair to possibly do a circling taunt that usually meant that the previous interviewers were indecisive; "Believe me when I tell you, that I don't believe your magical prowess."

"Nopony ever has," I replied remembering those other times i've been denied "and it seems nopony ever will…"

"To that I say your loss I am a decent nurse but I am no doctor." I finish after a small period of silence between me and my interviewer as she sat back down in her chair.

"If there were anyway to prove your credentials, I would give you a one way ticket to the Ponyville clinic where you can work your way up from there."  the interviewer replied.

"There is only two ways in which i can do this: One, I need a recently deceased pony like seconds deceased. that or just a CPR dummy."

"That's oddly specific Mr.Buch have you ever done this spell before?" the interviewer asked looking at him in wonderment.

I have, but only on CPR dummies. suffice to say, the effects were…" I pause looking for the right words. clearing my throat I then say "shocking."

"We do have CPR dummies if you do wish to show us your talent." the interviewer said.

"I'll show you what I can do." I said ready for once to be proven right.

The interviewer stepped out and grabs a CPR dummy from the other room. He enters back in with a mare dummy and tosses it to my side "here you are; Let's see what your magic can do, shall we?" she says to me.

I begin to power up my magic normally this spell doesn't take too much to conjure up, but the only thing was that day I was a little stressed. I was ready to prove my competence as a nurse and doctor but yet again, I felt as though, if I went down this path there was no going back I. had to take whatever road I chose very carefully, that made that spell, that one time, the hardest to ever conger in my life. after a minute of indecision, the spell hit the dummy and it took a lot out of me. I was woozie from the experience of finally proving myself.

The dummy came to life after being just a lifeless sack of potatoes to say the least. Little by little, the hooves began to move and then the whole legs. If seen, it would be a little like watching a cat's tail slowly move up and down when the cat just doesn't want to move its tail at all. the CPR dummy began to lift its self up. once it was up on all fours, it went over and slapped the interviewer, perhaps for how she'd thrown the mare dummy into my field to begin with.

The dummy being that it wasn't a living pony slumped back to its sack of potatoes like state before I'd preformed the spell on it. The Interviewer was impressed to say the least, and dumbfounded to have a CPR dummy slap her in the nuzzle. Her hoof quickly went for the green ACCEPTED stamp and from that day on I was accepted to Ponyville Clinic.