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Checking in with CMO

Posted Oct. 15, 2018, 12:07 a.m. by Ensign Tauren (Doctor) (Mike Bourdaa)

Posted by Ensign Ezio Polis (Security Officer) in Checking in with CMO

Posted by Ensign Tauren (Doctor) in Checking in with CMO

Posted by Ensign Ezio Polis (Security Officer) in Checking in with CMO
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Ensign Polis walked the corridor and came to a set of double doors. The reading on the door said sickbay. “Best to get these jobs out of the way early” he thought. He looked down at his left hand and imagined the burnt injuries still there. They were visibly all healed up but the memory was there and sometimes the nerves in the hand did tingle a bit. With his bag still slung over his right shoulder he stepped inside.
Ensign Polis, Security

Tauren glanced up from a medical journal he had been reading. “Ah. Ensign, we do not usually keep duffel bags in the sick bay. Is there something I can assist you with?”

-Tauren, Doctor

Polis looked at the Doc, then at his bag and back to the Doc. “I’m sorry Doc. I’ve only just arrived on board and haven’t been assigned quarters yet. I figured I should check in for my medical considering I’m new. Also I thought I should start here as my hand is still tingling.” He held up his left hand in the air for the Doc to see… to see absolutely nothing visibly wrong. He put his hand down again realising he must have just come across as a fool. Regaining his composure and thoughts quickly, he approached the Doc and held out his right hand, “I’m sorry. Where are my manners. Polis, Ezio Polis. Just arrived from the Endeavour. Pleased to meet you”.

Ensign Polis, Security

“It’s quite alright, Ensign Polis,” Tauren answered, returning the handshake, if slightly awkwardly; it wasn’t a particularly Vulcan thing to do. “I do recall my own first day.”
He released the grip, and motioned towards an available bed. “If you would prefer, I’m sure the Chief Medical Officer will be coming on duty shortly, but I am happy to assist you with the requirements. And to look at that hand; what is the history of injury there? It looks alright, superficially.”

-Ens Tauren, Doctor

Polis realised that the handshake probably made the Vulcan uncomfortable but it wasn’t his intention. “Thank you Doc. My hand was burnt pretty bad about three weeks during an incident on board the Endeavour. I cannot fault my past medical care but I still get a tingle now and again. My last physician suggested that seek medical advice in my new posting.” He dropped his bag to the floor out of the way and sat on the biobed and held his hand out.

Ensign Polis, Security

“Of course, I don’t mind taking a look at all.”

Tauren took a look at the readout from the biobed, then gripped the injured hand lightly. With a gentle motion, he rotated it slowly to the normal limits of motion a couple times, then pressed on the palm with his thumb against each of the points where the fingers met the hand.

“Your circulation is fine, and the joints are solid. Therefore, the tingling is probably lingering nerve damage. Your hand appears to be in good shape, but it may be a few more weeks before the tingling is effectively gone, and it is possible that you will always have a lingering sensation at odd moments there. However, I believe you can minimize this with some hand grip exercises. Your hand appears to be sufficiently recovered that moderate workouts should not cause further harm.”

-Tauren, Doc

“Well that is good to hear.” Polis replied flexing his hand muscles. “Will you be requiring to carry out a full physical now or will my medical records from the Endeavour be sufficient?” asked Polis. He was trying to sound more amenable to the Vulcan physician and make up for the hand shake.

Ensign Polis, Security

Tauren raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. “Regulations are to perform a full physical within a short time of arrival, to establish a baseline, but it shouldn’t take long.” He walked slowly to one of the consoles, and activated it, causing the general sensor readings to begin displaying. While he did so, he considered the interaction, in light of the Ensign’s tone of voice. “If you are concerned at having offended me, you should put your mind at ease. You have done nothing to give offense.” He glanced at the displays, and recorded a few datapoints.

Polis made himself a little more comfortable by lying back on the biobed. “Thats good to hear. Thanks Doc.” He glanced around the room, “This place is quite big. Much larger then the Endeavour. Do you get busy often?”

Ensign Polis, Security

“Fortunately, not,” Tauren answered, as he recorded the rest of the data he would need. “When we are busy, there are people dying.” He tapped one sensor lightly, then nodded to himself. “Ensign Polis, you appear to be in good health other than the injury to your hand, therefore I see no reason you should not be cleared for duty.”

-Ens Tauren, Doc


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