Posted July 17, 2020, 1:10 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Adebowale Mbala (Ship's Dentist) (David Fergusson)
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Mooney spun on his right foot and walked smartly out of the CMO’s office. Next order of business then was to find the head nurse, that would get him his physical and most likely where to store the specialized equipment he had brought with him.
After that he needed to make an appointment with the security devision Officer, as it was likely he would be working closely with them.
Not immediately working out who the head nurse was, Mooney Steele over to the pallet and retrieved the go bag he usually kept in sickbay. It was primarily emergency life support and aid gear, a duplicate of 3 others he had packed. Buy securing them in places he was most likely to be, they were close at hand Incase he was called on. Not that he would need any of it here, but if some one needed him he would be lighting out of here in a hurry.
Slinging it over his shoulder he turned back to the room “Time to find that nurse, Mooney” he said out loud.
The nurse had gone back to work. With the Sickbay in a lull in business, most of NE Henle’s work involved the upkeep of the machinery in the Sickbay. And making sure everything was stocked. When she saw Mooney, she turned to him and said, “Met the CMO, have you? Was there something else you needed?”
Coming to attention, This is going to get old fast “yes m’am, I need a duty physical and a place to store some of the specialty gear that came with me” After a pause and a failed attempt to quell a smile, “Frankly I would be an idiot not to be cognizant of who I really work for here.” Finally getting a hold of his face, his face went stern and blank.
The nurse nodded with a grin of her own. “I think the only doctor not doing anything right now is the CMO… Since a doctor has to do your evaluation, I’d say we should call him.” She said. “You can probably, um, not stand at attention.” She said. The nurse was only an ensign and certainly wasn’t used to such formalities.
“Thank you m’am, that’s going to get old for all of us I think.” A big grin crossed his face at the thought of calling out the LT to personally give him his physical.
“I think that is a great idea, M’am, no one better qualified” said with a wink. Nurses all tend to grow into the same almost sadistic sense of humor. Can’t blame them tho, look at the cranks they have for patients.
Nurse Henle gave him what could only be described as a knowing grin. “I’ll call him. I’m sure he’ll be right out.” She said, and then she called for Lieutenant Saark on her com badge. Once she had, she turned to get back to her duties. ‘Cranks’ to take care of, all that.
It was just a few moments later that Saark came out of his office, heading quickly over to Mooney. “I do have work to get done,” he said, but then he added, “Well, no reason to waste time now. If you’ll pick a biobed and have a seat, we’ll get your physical done.” He said, and with that he grabbed a tricorder from nearby. It had been quite a while since Saark himself had done one of these things. He usually made one of the Ensigns handle them.
Hopping up on the nearest bio-bed, there was a muffled clunk as his legs hit the side. “ I am honored sir.”
At 6’2” and 215# Robert Mooney was in exceptional shape even among the exceptional men and women crewing the Merrimack. More impressive for a 52 year old human. The medical scans quickly reveled the prosthetics and the associated reconstruction.
Both legs were missing from just above the knee, with evidence of titanium scaffolding; artificial connective tissue and tissue grafts to make better bearing surfaces. The legs were recent, perhaps a year judging from the remodeling from the granulation bed. Wile the left arm was older, being amputated just below the elbow. None of them were of the latest design, those were permanently grafted and almost indistinguishable from real. These were of black polymer and alloy latching onto artificially constructed horn anchors. Their was some minor inflammation around the anchors and deep in the fatty tissue under the callused pads.
Otherwise the intensive weight and endurance training was obvious, tho the bone density increase indicated that he had intensified his training regiment in the last year.After Saark had done his initial scan of Mooney, he made a few notes on his file. “You’re in good shape for a man your age,” he commented. “I don’t see anything abnormal, besides your prosthetics, all of which look to be doing fine.” He said. He almost wanted to ask why Mooney had so many prosthetic limbs, but pasts interactions told him that was not a good idea to make the man like working with him. Instead he said, “That would mean you are cleared for duty. Unless there is something else you’d like to ask.”
“Thank you, sir,”Mooney replied,” At this point sir, I don’t know enough about how you run your devision to have any reasonable questions.” Hoping down from the table. “With your permission, I will get my duty schedule from the head nurse and stow my gear.”
Before he could leave, Ade appeared from the Sickbay, “You’re one of the new officers we’ve taken on board, huh? From your records, I don’t believe you’ve had a dental checkup in the last year?” Ade raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘that looks like a lot of work for me?’
-Ade, Ship’s Dentist
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