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Side Sim Me and my BFF (Tag Alexis)

Posted Nov. 25, 2023, 5:59 p.m. by Lieutenant V'alura Belmont (Scientist on Medical Leave) (Abigail G)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexis Kane (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim Me and my BFF (Tag Alexis)

Posted by Lieutenant V’alura Belmont (Scientist on Medical Leave) in Side Sim Me and my BFF (Tag Alexis)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexis Kane (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim Me and my BFF (Tag Alexis)
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V’alura kicked her legs while she sat at the end of a bio bed. As much as she’d love to recline back she spent far too much time laying down or otherwise prone on whatever soft surface she could find. Constant fatigue and exhaustion meant she couldn’t exercise the way she used to. Day by day she grew weaker as muscle mass degraded. How long could she go on like this? Until she could no longer walk because her weakened legs could not support her own weight anymore? When she could no longer sit up on her own or feed herself? V’alura turned to face Alexis, “Have you seen the latest fashions out of Paris?” She asked, conversationally though her words were broken by soft gasps and wheezes. “I’ll admit I’m rather. . . intrigued by the theme. Fashions of the future.” It wasn’t a novel theme. Humans have constantly dedicated time and creativity towards predicting and anticipating what the fashions of a hundred years could look like. “Designers seemed convinced artificial leather will. . . make a glorious comeback.”

V’alura Belmont, Sick Scientist on Leave

Jt’nal raised the head of the bed for V’alura. She could sit back without laying down. Alexis prepped a breathung treatment and slipped the mask over the scientist’s face. She began running the day’s scans. The comment about fashiins went right past her. “Anything concerning you today? Any new or worsening symptoms? Anything better?”

Kane, AMO

V’alura sighed as the mask began its work. She now looked forward to her breathing treatments, they were the highlight of her day. Stars above she was so done being sick. “Fatigue all the time. Breathing’s about the same. Chest pain either worse or about the same. I swear I can feel my lungs opening and closing.” She shrugged, “Did you meet that new security officer?” She tried for a giggle but it came out sounding like a frog choking on a wood pipe, “Quite handsome don’t you think? Reminds me of an old friend of mine. . . from Juliard. He does action movies these days. Seen any good movies recently?”

V’alura Belmont

“You can have extra breathing treatments if you need it. You just need to page us or come in.” She scanned over V’alura again. “You are showing some decreased muscle strength. I am going to put you in for some light PT. Nothing overly strenuous, but it will keep your muscles healthy. I will approve aquatherapy as well.” She started on a white cell and antibody count to see how the immunosuppressant was working.

The new security officer? “Lt. Chalmers. Yes, I met him when I did his intake physical.” She honestly had no idea what V’alura found attractive, and Alexis had very definite opinions on what she found attractive. A brief smirk tried to show itself. Instead she dead panned, “Have you seen the Head of R&D? You should meet him. He is beyond attractive.” Then as if she said nothing at all, Alexis returned her focus to her work.

She ordered Jt’nal to fill a hypo with V’alura’s daily meds along with a vitamin supplement for the fatigue. Alexis didn’t socialuze at all, but she knew often patients rambled on out of nerves. “I watched a documentary on the newest procedure for repairing the vestibulocochlear nerve.”

Kane, AMO

Aquatherapy sounded nice. V’alura always loved swimming. Lots of fun memories of summer vacations going to the beach or mountain lakes. Of riding horses and taking breaks in the river to cool off. V’alura grinned, “He’s handsome too. Seems like the bossy type, but in a good way.” The kind of person that knew what they wanted and took no bullcrap, “I’ll take my chances with Lt. Chalmers though.” The Lt. seemed more easy-going and sociable which V’alura liked.

Somewhere in the back if her mind she almost rolled her eyes. This chatty young social scientist would find him bossy in a very bad way. Though she filed away that she agreed he was handsome as an oddity. Most people did not see Kane and think ‘Handsome’. Dangerous - yes. She was sure Chalmers was a much better bet for her. Kane would eat her alive not to mention what his wife could do to her. Alexis’ brow went up in surprise at herself.

“Oooh, is that the one with the surgical robot? With the microscopic tools and the new ocular camera lenses? I was. . . reading the latest developments on robot assisted surgeries.” Though V’alura didn’t specialize in medicine she did know computers and robots. Lately she’d been reading up on medical technology to have more to discuss with Solal and to have more relevant conversational topics with the heavily medical crew of the Ogawa.

V’alura Belmont

Alexis nodded. “It is, though most surgeries are robot assisted these days. The early tests are hopeful at best though. The procedure isn’t showing any significant success.”

Kane, AMO

“That’s true, I guess that was like saying, ‘say did you see that new space ship show?’” V’alura managed a small raspy chuckle. There were so many ‘space ship’ shows out there these days across a variety of space faring cultures. “Probably because. . . they’re not addressing the hardware. So many of these new experiments push software or new technology but don’t. . . reassess the current hardware that operates as the foundation. . . of the machines.” Whew, that was so much to say in so little time. V’alura hoped she made her point. So often she saw new technology or software advances pushed forward to see what new ground could be broken without consideration for the humbler mechanics that provided the base of the robots. Everyone so eager to see the new thing do it’s science thing and make everyone go ‘wow’! Often forgetting that the underlying machines, the work horses of their domain, also need testing and updating. Though, that work isn’t as glamorous as inventing the next big thing.

V’alura Belmont

Alexis understood what she was saying. “It’s not the robotics. They think it is, but it’s the procedure. They are not attaching the new vestibulocochlear nerve correctly. They are crossing the synapses at the connections for the cochlea, semicircular canals, and the vestibule. Each of those connections do specific jobs and must be placed correctly, not randomly. Until they figure that out the procedure will continue to fail.” She said it with absolute certainty that she was right. “Technology is only as good as the user.”

Kane, AMO

“You’re a sharp one, aren’t you?” V’alura complimented. She too had been focused on the robots, though, could any one blame her? Computers and machines were her science bread and butter.

Yes, Alexis was sharp in that way, but the compliment didn’t seem to phase her. She was smart. She was born that way. It was hardly worth while to compliment her on something that was a part of her DNA.

“Have you written them yet?” She asked, because V’alura would have. In a well-written email with the data and research to back her point of view up.

“Of course.” Alexis sounded as if she might be offended by the question. “I expect they will reply in a day or so when they need help working it all out.” It sounded conceded, but it was just the reaction Alexis was used to getting.

“And that’s true to a certain point.” V’alura’s breathing stuttered as her chest seized and she entered into a painful wheezing-coughing fit. “Goodness. . . hit me like a bronco. . .” After she caught her breath again she asked, “Ever ridden horses?”

V’alura Belmont

Alexis put a hand on her shoulder, pressing her back onto the biobed that she reclined. “Reclining will release some of the pressure and strain so your lungs don’t work so hard.” She watched the O2 monitor while the fit passed. “No, I have never ridden a horse.” Who had time for such things?

Kane, AMO

There was no resistance from V’alura, who folded like a bad hand of poker against the biobed. V’alura wheezed, her poor vocal cords making rattling, horse sounds that no one should be making. Oh hell, V’alura squeezed her eyes shut. Reclining did feel better physically for her but she hated it. Hated, hated, hated, hated being confined to the same spot, the same position all day long. Staring up at the ceiling until she’s dreaming about the darn thing. “You’re missing out. . . “V’alura kept her eyes closed, envisioned Wyoming in her mind. Big open skies and soft fluffy clouds, “I can teach you. Used to do rodeo as a teen. Became. . . barrel racing champion.”

V’alura Belmont

Alexis had no idea what barrel racing was, nor did she have any desire to be around horses. “I prefer dogs,” was her only comment.

Alexis watched the manitors as the treatment took effect her eyes narrowed. “I am going to start you on budesonide 4 times a day. I’ll set it up so you can use it where ever you are. The emergency treatments aren’t keeping the inflammation down. Regular doses will help and make you more comfortable.”

Kane, AMO

“Oh! I love dogs,” V’alura said, suddenly awash with a number of memories of her old pet dog from when she was a young tween. So many memories: good, sad, funny, nostalgic all seemed to rush forth at once and pushed against one another for attention first. V’alura’s eyes squeezed shut against the mental onslaught. Nausea rolled through her and her chest tightened. She blinked rapidly for a moment, taking some 15 seconds to refocus on Alexis, “. . . ‘orry, what was that?”

V’alura Belmont

Alexis watched her and the readings. She looked at her face and the sudden off color flush, the change in vitals. “How often are you having chest pains non related ro your breathing and nausea? I will give you something for both.” She ordered a hypo from the nurse.

Kane, AMO

“All the time?” V’alura said, “Chronic. . . fatigue and. . . pain.” At one point that dull ache simply never left. A constant as steady as her thoughts that she learend to deal with. Pain meds didn’t seem to affect it much, just lessen the ache into a barely there thrum but never gone. “Sometimes. . . worse. Sometimes. . . not so bad.”

V’alura Belmont

“Where is the pain? Lungs, heart, muscular, ribs?” That would tell her where to look closer while she started running a scanner over V’alura’s chest cavity.

Kane, AMO

“Lungs,” V’alura said straight away, “Chest. . . Mostly there.” Everything felt centered around her lungs and chest. Her lungs seemed to hurt the most, breathing painful and chest constricting so tight that it seemed she could never suck in enough breath. “Throat. . . from all the coughing. Wheezing.”

V’alura Belmont


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