Posted Feb. 28, 2023, 10:43 a.m. by Ensign Jorik Thoran (Navigator/Pilot) (Katy Darrah)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Pre sim: Boarding physical
Posted by Ensign Jorik Thoran (Navigator/Pilot) in Pre sim: Boarding physical
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Pre sim: Boarding physical
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After wrapping up with the XO, Jorik made his way down to Sickbay. He was thankful it was only a physical, and not a mental evaluation, as the last time he had one of those it was with, naturally, a Vulcan, who spent more time asking him about logic, than actually evaluating anything.He stepped into sickbay, flagging down the first blueshirt he could find, “I’m here for my boarding physical, Jorik Thoran.”
Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav
An older woman, with graying hair at her temples and a smart perfect bun paused. “Yes Ensign we have been expecting you. This way please. I am Lt Cmdr Temple. Nurse Temple works just as well.” She led him into the main bay and indicated a bio bed. “Have a seat and lay back.” She flipped on all the monitors to start taking his vitals. “You will be seeing our PA today, En Farquharson. He will be with you shortly.”
Nurse Temple
Jorik hopped up on the bio bed and laid back as instructed. It was intriguing that he’d be seeing a PA, but not unheard of. Starfleet Academy often had PAs do routine physicals and similar smaller tasks, to free the doctors up for more important things. So he was used to it.
Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav
A minute later a young man with medium brown hair stepped into the room. He was wearing the blue shirt for medical, but instead of pants he wore a kilt, quite properly too. He walked with a swagger that screamed sass and confidence and a grin that made you want to like him immediately. “En Thoran or do you prefer Jorik? I’m En Farquharson. But just call me Randy. Rank is optional. How are you feeling today?” He spoke standard well with a hint of a heavy brogue.
Randy
Jorik blinked. He wasn’t used to this lack of formality involved with duties onboard a ship. “Oh! Uh…Jorik is fine.” He wasn’t sure if his confusion was playing across his face or not. If it was, it’d be unexpected for someone expecting a normal Vulcan. “I’m feeling fine, overall.”
Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav
Randy’s outfit was actually an approved uniform variation. He wore it with pride. However his attitude was a bit more lax than others. Not only was he a skilled NP and now had his PA license, he had his doctorate in psychology and was the ship’s unofficial counselor. So his approach to people was different than the norm. Randy nodded, “Good. Any difficulty sleeping, or sleeping too much, lethargy, extreme thirst or loss of appetite? Pretty common after switching ships to get all the way out here. Adjusting to different day and night cycles.”
Randy pulled the swing arm for the computer over and began recording Jorik’s vitals. “Take several deep breaths for me,” and he watched the O2 and lung capacity readings.
Randy
“Does falling asleep on shift count?” Jorik asked, after Randy was finished watching his lungs. “I don’t know if it’s me not getting very restful sleep, or not enough sleep, but I have a pretty standard circadian rhythm and yet I routinely find myself either drowsy or actively falling sleep on shift. Thankfully none of these shifts have been on the bridge yet.”
Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav
“Well it could be simple boredom, it could be difficulty sleeping, or a vitamin deficiency. I will take a blood sample and check. If it’s not that we could try a sleep aid to help get you back on track.”
Randy
Jorik nodded, “I’ve heard that some sleep aids don’t work on Vulcans. Or work too well. Hopefully we can find something that works.”
Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav
Randy nodded, “There are lots of sleep aids, not all are medication, and we have a full pharmacy that includes medications from Vulcan.” He picked up a special hypo and took the blood sample, labeled it and gave it to a nurse to take to the lab. He hit a button and two stair steps popped out if the wall above Jorik’s head. “Alright, now if you will turn around on the bed, lay on your back and put your feet on the stairs. 10 minutes, push the stairs as hard as you can.” The stairs moved in and out as he pushed them.
Randy
Jorik did the exercise, which he never understood, nor enjoyed. “What, exactly, is the point of this particular exercise? I’m reasonably certain I walked in here just fine.”
Jorik Thoran, pilot/Nav
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