Chief Medical Officer's Log

[Cmdr JFarrington 0]

Chief Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 5002110.2

Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD

USS Manticore, NCC 5852

 

We are currently docked at Starbase 9, and medical has received a new physician, a Thesian, a General Practitioner by the name of Suberance Faldorn.  So far he has proven competent and efficient, and seems to have a good sense of his duties aboard the Manticore though he has been here only a few days.  He also seems to be fitting in with the rest of the crew.  Only one minor problem: I must remember to give new physicians security clearance so this new alarm system doesn't go off.  That kind of thing can be disconcerting to anyone, much less a new crewman.

 

Something strange happened to me just before Dr. Faldorn came aboard.  I was sitting in my office and distinctly heard someone call my name.  When I turned to answer there was no one there. I mentioned it to Dr. Mele and he said - at the same time I did - that maybe we were getting a new doctor.  A few minutes later, when we docked at Starbase 9, I accessed our messages and saw that we were getting a new doctor.  When Dr. Faldorn first spoke, I recognized his voice as the one I had heard call my name.  Now, the most unusual part of this entire story is that I felt like it was a normal, natural occurrence that I would have such a premonition.

 

This situation in itself wouldn't make me think twice, except for something that happened to me several years ago, something I had nearly forgotten until this incident.  Not long after Manticore launched I was caught in a particle beam and was unconscious for several days.  When I awoke I had periods when I would sense that the ship or a crew member would be in trouble before the incident occurred.  The sensation initially frightened me, but soon I accepted it as a part of my life.  I haven't had such feelings for several years -- until now.  I am recording this only for future reference and will add it to my personal medical record.

 

Commander Roget is healing well after her fighter mishap.  She is still assigned to light duty.  Shore leave has been ordered for off-duty crew, always a welcome break, but especially after our last mission.  Atragon and I have been permitted quality time together aboard the station, pending the outcome of the investigation into the death of Consul General Melville.  Thank goodness for Melville's paranoia, which caused him to keep paper records.