Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay Lab (Tag CMO)

Posted by Cadet Maximilian Woolley (Doctor) in Side Sim: Sickbay Lab (Tag CMO)

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The CMO’s words jolted Max back from the inner depths of his own mind. His body language indicating clearly that he had been concentrating and not expecting anyone else to enter.

“Lieutenant” Max acknowledged first, standing upright from his relaxed position and uncrossing his arms. His hands fidgeted a bit as he adjusted his uniform tunic back into position. After a second or two, that initial shock wore off. Though Lt. Torrirs was undoubtedly his superior officer and the CMO, they had thus far enjoyed a positive working relationship. His demeanor soon returned to a much more comfortable one as he walked to the display and gestured.

“We’ve had four recent cases of acute cephalagia reported in sick bay,” Max explained. “Symptoms have not recurred after hydration and a mild analgesic. No signs of physical trauma or other injury. It’s likely nothing serious. But when I saw the pattern I wanted to see if there was a common thread linking the cases. It’s not like headaches are an everyday sort of occurrence. These aren’t the dark ages,” he said, his eyes still scanning the comparison scans on the display.

“I see..” Headaches had been essentially obliterated after their advancement in medicine and technology, making the humanoid body less apt to receiving them. With that being said, they were still an occurrence, Torrirs having treated and exeprienced their fair share of the nasty devils throughout their time as a doctor aboard this vessel and others.

“No occupational links. The four all worked in distinctive jobs. No history of head pain. No family history of head pain. No indication that there is a more serious condition at play. Just a four case cluster with a somewhat rare symptom.”

Cadet Woolley (Medical)

“Yes, it is a rather peculiar occurrence, especially having such a close proximity to each other.” Torrirs muled over the thought for several moments, attempting to conjure a few ideas on what this could possibly be. None of the patients had a remote history of cranial pain, they were not exibiting any symptoms of illness or otherwise ailment, they didn’t have any connection to one another.. unless.

“Have you checked into their meal history? Is it possible they may have consmed a beverage or a food item that would have caused these kinds of headaches? After all, the food is normally synthetic, unless it is made by themselves. Perhaps there was a common meal between them, that somehow triggered this event?” They were considering the only other thing that made sense, “Or perhaps it was the result of stress? Work as an officer can be incredibly difficult and is know to cause stress in the lives of anyone working in the Fleet. It could be possible that this is all coincidence and they’re simply overworked and stressed. Exhaustion can also be a factor.”

Dr. Torrirs
CMO

“The first reported case appeared to be related to ingestion of excess libations. But I didn’t look at a full meal history, no…” Max said, trailing off as he considered the thought.

=C= “Computer, populate meal replicator data for the 24 hours preceding sickbay treatment for all four patients, ” Max said. The computer chirped in acknowledgment before responding “Access to individual meal data is restricted for cadet access.” Max grimaced for a moment before looking hopefully toward his CMO.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

Obiah rose their head from where they had been studying the information already gathered, “Of course.” They nodded, recognizing the inhibitions the Ensign faced. =^=Computer, record meal plans of {Insert names}, 48hrs.=^= Within seconds, the computer had recorded the information to one of the PaDDs, which Obiah picked up, setting it before Woolley.

“All right,” They began, glancing over what was visible. “Now we need to simply dial these down to any apparent similarities in their meal plans.” They paused, =^=Computer, sort the meal plans based solely on foods that each of the subjects consumed.=^=

Lt. Torrirs
CMO

OOC: Feel free to determine what those are, if any at all. :)
Trin

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Max said humbly as he took the PaDD. His eyes were focused on the display as his fingers quickly moved across the screen.

=^= Computer, highlight all consumed foods that contain C2H5OH… =^= The computer chirped and resorted the list. A few taps later, the health records on the larger display were replaced with a list of all of the alcoholic beverages consumed by the four crew members with comparative chemical breakdowns. Max set down the PaDD and looked at the results.

“Lieutenant, am I incorrectly remembering that federation food replicators cap the ethanol content of cocktails?” Max asked as he pushed away from the lab table, walking toward the display to take a closer look.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

Raising a brow at such an odd question, they leisurely nodded. “Yes, I do believe replicators are prorammed to remove ethanol content.” They offered, but they could not say for certain, as they were no specialist on such things. The question, which they were about to let slide, left them curious as to why it begged to be inquired. “Why, Cadet?”

Lt. Torrirs
CMO

Max walked toward the display and reached up, tapping the respective cocktails to expand their properties. There displayed the molecular composition of the drinks.

“Because this drink’s entry in our replicator contains ethanol. Quite a heavy dose of it, I’d say. I suppose I’m not surprised that the replicator’s Romulan ale formula didn’t eliminate the alcoholic content as I don’t think there would be much left. But all four patients sampled of it before complaining of their atypical symptoms…” Max said as he turned to face the CMO.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)