Posted May 2, 2022, 3:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) (Trin S)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: The Essence of a Yeoman - A Dash of Medicine
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in side - sim: The Essence of a Yeoman - A Dash of Medicine
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: The Essence of a Yeoman - A Dash of Medicine
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Rand had searched the database, considered her options and had decided that it would do her some good to expand her knowledge base. So her fist stop was in medical where she’d spoken to Haadok, who had agreed to tutor her. Rand appeared at the designated time and made her way to Haadok’s office.Yeoman Rand
Haadok sat behind her desk, sifting through a stack of PaDDs now scattered across the tabletop. Some were inventory, some contained lessons on triage, others on common infections in unattended wounds, and many on resourceful approaches to wilderness injuries. Phaser-assisted cauterisation, Haadok tapped another lesson, ‘Nature’s splint?’ Perhaps Macheskey isn’t the best person to ask for name suggestions… Fortunately, she didn’t have to decide just yet as she wanted to learn more about Rand’s goals before solidifying future lessons.
— Haadok, CMO
Rand knocked on the door frame to Haadok’s office and waited. She knew Haadok and Rogers knew each other previously and she wondered if these sessions would be reported directly to Rogers. It bothered her some, but Rand always worked hard and studied hard so she wasn’t too worried about anything negative being said.
Yeoman Rand
“Come in!” Haadok set the PaDD aside and rose, bimbling around the desk to greet her visitor. She expected Rand to appear behind those doors, but misjudgements had led to some awkward conversations before, so she chose not to assume.
Then, the doors hissed open to reveal a space adorned by a desk and monitor, vitals display, and glass shelves. If Rand were to peer closer, she might notice the curious artefacts on display. A redbat skull peered through hollowed eyes, strange stone carvings swayed without motion, an old stethoscope hung from the ledge, and a pair of leather-backed books leaned against the wall. It seemed Haadok was a bit of a collector.
“Yeoman Rand,” Haadok relaxed when she saw a familiar face, “come in. I trust you are well?”
— Haadok, CMO
Rand looked around the office, she’d been in here once, no twice, when the previous CMO had been on Sentinel. Rand was slightly curious, noticed the odd but unique collection and filed it away. “Yes thank you, Dr. Haadok. You as well?”
“I am, thank you…” she gestured to an open seat, “please. May I get you something to drink?”
“Is now still a good time?”
Yeoman Rand
“Of course,” Haadok gathered the PaDDs into a neat stack at the corner of her desk. “We are running inventory on our equipment and supplies, but I welcome the distraction.”
Though she found the work simple enough, there was something exhausting about crossreferencing supplies with near-infinite lists stored on a tiny, back-lit screen. Haadok deeply respected those whose job revolved around those little devices.
“Anyway,” she settled on the chair opposite to Rand, “I understand you want to broaden your medical skills. We have plenty of lessons at our disposal, but I would appreciate hearing from you first. What do you hope to learn?”
— Haadok, CMO
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