Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Sickbay - Michael Easter’s Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Easter (Engineer) in Sickbay - Michael Easter’s Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Doctor, Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Sickbay - Michael Easter’s Boarding Physical
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OOC: This occurs prior to the current sim starting…

IC: Finally, he had made it! After those years in the Easter house, then the Academy and then his training vessel at the Academy, Michael Anthony Kenneth Easter (MAKE to friends) had made it into the mainstream fleets.

He wasn’t even overly disappointed not to be made Chief Engineer on the USS Sputnik, truth be told. His friend and colleague, and one time room mate, the Vulcan Turan, was better suited to that role, while he was better suited here.

He asked for a medical ship. Why? His specialty was in the repair and maintenance and upgrade of medical systems, be they biobeds, medical tricorders or other pieces of medical equipment- large or small. After all, if it was going to ever be used to heal him, Mike wanted to know it would work properly and as expected.

After he entered sickbay, he walked to a medical officer and said, “excuse me, I’m Michael Easter, the new grease monkey and I am here for my boarding physical. Is now a good time for that?”

-Michael A.K. Easter “MAKE”, Engineer

A nurse walked over and said “Perfect time actually. It’s all quiet in here. Let me show you to your physician. They came to Drake, who was sitting on the edge of a biobed. He looked up. “Chart.” The nurse chuckled a little. “No chart. It’s an intake physical. Michael Easter.” Drake glared at the nurse and if looks could kill, he would have violated the Hippocratic oath. He sighed about as deeply as is possible. “I guess the nursing staff is never going to learn the difference between a hospitalist and a surgeon.” He looked at Michael. “Have a seat.” He grabbed a medical tricorder and dropped it on the biobed where he had been sitting. “Let’s start with a history, shall we? He pulled up the file for Michael Easter.

-Dr Drake Marshall

Micheal sat where indicated by Doctor Marshall and smiled when he said history. Not thinking that he meant a history of the Roman Empire, Cricket, the development of double entry book keeping or even the development of music, he decided to go with his own history.

“Well, I was born on Earth, in Brisbane, I’m the youngest of 10, I have four older brothers and 5 older sisters. I’m the first of my family not to go into the family ‘business’, instead choosing to become a Starfleet officer. I graduated 2nd in my class on my Academy Cruise, and while my colleague became the new Chief Engineer, I was assigned to Earth Space Dock and was promoted to the rank of Lt JG. I was offered this post as a result of my speciality being in the repair and maintenance of sickbay equipment - biobeds, medical tricorders, surgery equipment of all kinds and this seemed like a good fit. I messed up big time with the Captain when I met her her. I haven’t been sleeping or eating too well. And I think I may have pulled something in my upper back,” Michael said, “is that sufficient?”

-Lt JG Easter, Eng

“Lt Easter, out of curiosity, how long were you stationed at Earth Spacedock? If you are in medical repair, I’m a little surprised we never crossed paths. I worked the hospital and a medical emergency response unit. I was looking for a more medical history, infectious disease, major injuries, you get the idea. I’ll give you a sleep aid and I’ll have a look at your back.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

“About 2 months, I graduated, they debated between me and a fellow cadet to being the next Chief Engineer. They appointed him to the role, and sent me to Earth Spacedock, and promoted me to Lt JG. I mostly did the graveyard shift. Rarely got to work on the medical systems, as they mostly got me to ensure transporter systems were aligned properly,” Mike replied, rolling his eyes, “the transporter systems were always aligned.”

“Medical history, oh of course,” the young engineer added, “usual childhood illnesses and injuries both infectious and otherwise. As a cadet, I was sent on an away mission and had a nasty fall, my right leg broke and I was off duty during healing.”

-MAKE, engineering officer.

“At least you let it heal properly. Most cadets would be in such a rush to get back out there, they’d only make it worse. Though why your attending didn’t just use a bone knitter and send you on your way, I will never know. Probably a cadet. No idea what he was doing.” Drake opened the tricorder and started scanning the engineer. “Aligning already aligned transporter systems is pretty much what an intake physical is for a doctor. Looking at a person you know is healthy and checking them anyway. Once I’ve finished the general scan, I’ll have a look at your back. Probably muscle strain from working at an odd angle or overextending yourself. Easily taken care of. You’re the rare exception where I have to do something before turning you loose.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

“Thanks, Doc,” Michael said, and after a moment’s thought, added, “The CMO of my training vessel was very old school. Charlie Karno said to me she told him and his fellow medical cadets, ‘if you were on a planet with nothing but your wits, you couldn’t use a bone knitter or similar, and you won’t be using those in my sickbay’. She also apparently claimed it would make them better doctors,” Michael said as the scan completed, “I don’t know how that worked out for them, but poor Charlie, he was assigned to the USS Oxymoron, that ship that went on a long range mission, the purpose of which was an open secret. I kept in subspace communication with Charlie for a month or so after they began, but then there was deafening silence. Him being gone was definitely bittersweet for me, but at least the farewell reception in France was enjoyable, even if the parting was naught but sweet sorrow. If nothing else, we’ll always have Paris.”

As he rattled on the scan would indicate the information that Michael gave Drake was correct, and that there were no other underlying issues for him.

-Michael Easter, Eng

Drake smiled. “And people think I’m insane.” He closed the tricorder. “I’m a surgeon who operates by hand. No surgical support frame, no computer assistance. And people think I’m crazy. But that woman’s taking a step back a couple centuries. Every doctor should be able to make a splint, in an emergency. But in sickbay, or when you have an emergency medical kit… she’s psychotic is the point.” He went to the replicator and got a bottle of pills, and a vial for a hypospray. He came back and held up the pills. “Zolpidem. Four doses. Take one when you go to bed. Should knock you right out. Get you sleeping regularly again. It does look like you strained the muscle. So I’m going to” he prepped a hypospray. “give you a muscle relaxer.” He injected Michael. Much the way a Surgeon would. Not a lot of bedside manner. “And advise you to take it easy on that arm for a few days. You probably hurt it overextending at work. Any questions or anything before I write up my report and let you loose?

-Dr Drake Marshall

“No, nothing at all, Doc,” Michael replied, “thanks … say, would these Zolpidem pills work on a 13 year old niece as well? Wait, no, I can’t go there, forget I said it, Doc.”
-Michael Easter, Eng

“That dose would knock your average 13 year old out for a couple days.” Drake picked up his PaDD. “You have a less than cooperative niece here?” He pulled up Easter’s file. “Engineer Lt(j.g.) Michael Easter. Overall good health. Right arm muscle strain. Muscle relaxer administered and rest advised. Mild sleep issues. Zolpidem prescribed. Final conclusion- fit for duty. Signature: Drake Marshall, M.D.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

“Thanks Doc,” Michael said, “less than cooperative is one way of describing her, strong willed, speaks her mind, knows what she wants is another, and probably kinder, way of describing her. Anyway, I’ll take the zolpidem and keep them out of her reach. And I will take it easy.”

Michael rose to his feet and looked towards the sickbay doors, “I’ll be off then, hopefully the next time I’m here, I’m here to tend to one of your machines and not because I’ve done myself further injury.”

-MAKE, ENG