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CMO’s Office - New Doctor

Posted Aug. 30, 2018, 12:35 a.m. by Ensign Sam Pennington (Doctor) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor

Posted by Ensign Sam Pennington (Doctor) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor

Posted by Ensign Sam Pennington (Doctor) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor
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Okay. It’s fine. I’m a qualified doctor. She’s not going to just throw me out. Unless she does because I’m young. Oh god. Listen to me. Delusional speech pattern, rapid heart rate, undoubtedly high BP, sweating. Panic attack. Calming exercises. Sam started to tap each finger of his left hand against the thumb in order, and then back. A trick a therapist had taught him when he was ten.

This was his first Starfleet assignment. And unlike his classmates, he was not confident he could do it. As he walked the halls toward sickbay, he questioned not settling for a private practice. Something calmer.

He rounded a corner and a set of giant double doors swooshed open in front of him. The sound almost startled him. He stepped in and as quickly as his eyes took in sickbay, he committed it to memory. The number of biobeds, the locations of the containers, cabinets, and replicators, the location of the CMO’s office. He walked to the office door, and with a hesitant, shaking hand, pressed the chime.

-Dr Sam Pennington

“Come on in,” Jasmine said taking her feet off the desk and sitting up hearing the chime. =/\=Computer pause Beige’s Anatomy =/\= she requested looking at the doorway and the man entering the office. “Guilty pleasure,” she said with a smile standing up and extending her hand to the incoming officer. “They just don’t get it right do they,” she commented knowing that the man entering her office probably heard Dr. McSteamy professing his love to Dr. Seredith Beige over the patient being operated on.

“You must be Dr. Pennington,” Jasmine stated. “Welcome to the USS Manhattan.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

Sam shook the CMO’s hand. “Thank you sir. Ma’am. Lieutenant. Doctor Wynter.” Off to a roaring start. he thought. “I’m excited to be here. I looked around for a second before coming in. Looks like a fine sickbay.” Feel free to say something with meaning anytime. he criticised himself. He caught his hands shaking and clasped them behind his back to hide it.

-Dr Sam Pennington

“It is,” she gave him a grin and walked over to the replicator. “I typically start with going over the rules of said amazing sickbay to the newbies. So the first thing about this sickbay is that it is like Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” she quoted the holocommerical about the famous Earth city. “Now I don’t mean the medical stuff. I mean the really important things like what movies we sit around and watch when the place is dead or,” she made a bunch of silly hand gestures towards the machine in front of her, “how much coffee we actually consume. =/\= Coffee, cream with a little sugar,=/\= she ordered. “Now what is your poison,” she asked Pennington as she gestured for him to take a seat in the room.

Lt Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“A coffee, black, if you don’t mind.” As if I’m not jittery enough. “That’s an interesting way of going about things. But I guess it’s placing trust in all the other staff, so it’s good. Maybe next time say something she doesn’t already know. Sam didn’t need his inner monologue criticising his every word, but it had been doing that almost his entire life, adding to his natural, chemically induced, anxiety. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to be sent to a ship of the line with a specialty like diagnostics. Not that I’m not thrilled to be here, just a bit unexpected.”

-Dr Sam Pennington

“You’ll get over it when the chief engineer comes in with a fracture to the distal phalanx because he unceremoniously kicked the warp core or the XO stumbles in with knuckle contusions because he and the CTO decided to work on her muscle car again. Big fancy sick bay....boring diagnoses involving ice and lollipops. Don’t get me wrong I am not looking for anyone to get hurt but the job is more Scrubs than ER.”

“Speaking of lollipops,” Jasmine sat down after handing him his coffee. “What is your schtick for making them stop moaning like a two-year-old who dropped their ice cream when they get a boo boo. I tend to use lollipops. I keep a lot of Dum Dum’s in my pocket but I have some of those Blow Pops for the ones that have a really big mouth and need something they have a harder time talking around.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Sam chuckled. “I’ve always used medical jargon. I have enough bedside manner to keep a patient calm and reassured while I use fancy words to describe a scraped knee. Tends to keep non medical officers quiet, if they have no clue what you’re saying, but they know it’s going to be just fine. Seems to make them think that the big fancy doctor is going to use high tech medicine to make them better, when it’s just a dermal regenerator.”

-Dr Sam Pennington

“Pfff,” Ophelia Roberts hrumped walking into the meeting and dropping several PaDD’s unceremoniously on the desk. “Is this the new doctor,” she looked at Jasmine.

“Yes. Meet Dr. Samuel Pennington,” Jasmine introduced the nurse to Sam.

Ophelia looked Sam up and down. “I heard you when I walked in,” she raised an eyebrow at him. This was not the first doctor that waltzed into her Sickbay full of new ideas. The sickbay worked just fine before he came just like it had before jasmine came a few months back. He would learn just like she did and now was the time to remind him about real life bedside manner. “You all think you are so slick but the second ya’ll turn your back that scrapped knee patient has me in a death grip asking if their Chondromalacia patella is gonna kill ‘em. Why you all can’t say you overworked your knee muscle and save the nursing staff headaches is beyond me.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

“I don’t just name a condition and walk away. If I had a patient come in, and I threw around Chondromalacia Patellae, I’m not just going to leave it there. I’d explain that it’s damage to the cartilage” he corrected that it was not the muscles or tendons. “under the patella, a word then translated to kneecap, and that we have equipment on hand to deal with that in a simple, non-invasive procedure.

-Dr Sam Pennington

“Emmm hmm,” Ophelia looked at Pennington. “We’ll see how well you bring it down and make my job easier,” she hrumped as she walked out of the office.

“And that was Ophelia Enfimyè. Head nurse of the department. She comes from Haiti and has that fiesty creole that can make you laugh uncontrollably or mae you feel like you are in second grade and forgot your homework,” Jasmine laughed.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“Yeah, that was a fun little encounter. I’m sure we’ll get along just great. I’ve found that being a diagnostician makes me a scoche unpopular to begin with, and people like that, people of action, tend to be the least among my fans. I guess the best way to explain it is, people look at diagnostics as a specialty, and their reaction is ‘you sit over there and think, we’ll be over here saving lives.’ That is of course, until someone comes in complaining about bizarre shock sensations, and no one else knows it’s temporal lobe epilepsy.” The last sentence was said as though it had happened, and resentment had built up over his time on his cadet cruise.
-Dr Sam Pennington

“So what is your specialty,” Jasmine asked. Most doctors had either a specialty or interest. “Mine is viral infections and diseases. I spent several years back on Mintara Prime studying hemorrhagic viruses: Ebola, Marburg, Lassa Fever,” Jasmine rambled off the most well known. “I have always been fascinated by how something microscopic can kill more people than a photon torpedo blast.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“I’ve always had a similar fascination. Infectious disease and immunology. Immunology always interested me because of how the body can destroy itself. Lupus, guillan-barré, paraneoplastic syndromes. Any number of ways the body can mistake itself for an ailment.”

-Dr Sam Pennington


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