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Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

Posted Jan. 6, 2019, 7:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

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As a scientist, Nhamashal understood the need for these physicals. As a person, she never appreciated them. Stepping past the distinct hiss of the sickbay doors, Ishtar stood, taking a brief moment to straighten the wrinkles from her uniform. Despite having the meeting with the Commander out of the way, she had no intentions of coming off as scruffy or untidy. It simply wasn’t how she had been raised. Satisfied with the cloth, she surveyed the initial room of the sickbay, checking to see if there were any unbusied doctors or nurses she could request a physical from.

Ishtar had no intentions of disturbing any of them, knowing how important their work could be, especially to themselves. Not to mention, she wouldn’t want anyone interrupting her while in the middle of her work, so it was a common courtesy she found fit to oblige with. Allowing her hands to comfortable fall behind her, Ishtar patiently waited for assistance, trusting there were patients far more in need of medical care than a young woman who appeared perfectly healthy.

Lt. Ishtar Nhamashal
CSO

Luckily for the Lieutenant, Collin Harding’s Sickbay was both well-staffed and efficient. In fact, the Chief Medical Officer himself was just finishing treating a sprained wrist when the scientist entered and his light eyes, framed by well-tanned skin, caught the motion and met her gaze. He flashed her a white, toothy smile before turning back to his current charge with last minute instructions to take it easy for the next two days, avoiding anything that might cause a re-occurrence of the strain. He entered a few notes on a PADD that contained the patient’s chart before handing it off to a nurse, pushing his hands into the pockets of his lab coat and crossing the open space between himself and the Science Chief.

Catching his toothy grin, Ishtar shamelessly matched it. Her gaze drifted to the patient he was assisting, but her ears didn’t grant her the range to understand a word they were saying. Although, she trusted the doctor was either scolding or instructing the man. Nhamashal found there was no in between when it came to most doctors; they either had the bedside manner for the kings.. Or you would be better off being treated by a clueless engineer. The thought crossed her mind, earning a faint smile tugging at her lips. It must have busied her for longer than she had imagined, for when she had glanced up, the good doctor was approaching her. Waving, she strode towards him, in effort to meet him halfway.

“Hiya, Dr. Collin Harding,” he held out a hand in greeting. “What can we do for you?”

Harding, CMO

“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor.” She took his offered hand, shaking it. “Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal– it’s a handful, I know.” A soft chuckle escaped her as she retracted her hand, folding her arms casually over her chest. “If you don’t mind, I need to get a physical out of the way.”

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

Collin had heard of Beid’s transfer. He’d miss the scientist. He’d grown to respect his colleague during their previous mission. The Trill had managed to keep his cool in the face of large, man eating insects. Hopefully there’d be no need for the new CSO to discover how she’d operate in a similar situation.

“Of course, come have a seat,” Collin gestured toward an open biobed. “Welcome aboard. How was your trip to the Olympic?”

He was pulling up her chart as they spoke.

Harding, CMO

“It was all right; fairly uneventful.” Ishtar gave a quiet shrug of her shoulders, resting her hands in her lap, after she had hopped onto the biobed. “How has your day been?”

“Uneventful is good for a space transport,” he remarked. “My day has been more eventful perhaps, but still, routine. No crises in Sickbay, yet.”

“Hopefully that yet doesn’t make for an appearance of one, anytime soon.” Ishtar smiled a bit, knowing crisis were sometimes unavoidable.

Her chart would read fairly clean, besides a rather evident history of migraines, which she was on medication for. Otherwise, it noted a few injuries from science experiments and away missions, but nothing that would stick out.

Lt. Nhamashal

Able to walk and chew gum at the same time, Dr. Harding began the routine data gathering of any boarding physical, while continuing their conversation, “How often do you experience migraines?”

Harding, CMO

Briefly swinging her feet, to keep them from falling asleep, she rose her attention to the doctor, considering his question. “It depends. When I have my medication, and am away from severe stress, bad headaches happen 10 days a month, only two to four of those a migriane; but without the medication or while under severe stress, it can be up to 15 or more days a month, at least half of those actual migrianes.” She explained, which was all normal for her, having chronic migrianes.

Lt. Nhamashal


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