Pilot's 1st Month at SF Medical

[EJ Pilot 0]

Though you would think working at the source of your skills and knowledge is easier because of the fact that is where all your regulations come from and they are followed to the “T' that isn't the case in every organization.....

 

{This log depicts my first month at Starfleet Medical HQ}

 

Dr. Pilot stood in a medical bay quite larger than the USS Excalibur. This particular medical bay was fitted for multitasking when we have casualties come back to Earth during Wars and such though we can partition it at a moment's notice it was still quite large. Pilot had seen many patients this day most with small injuries. But they had a “boo-boo” as to speak and wanted it fixed. Pilot sat down at desk in the medical office area and began entering patient visitor logs into the Computer so they could be logged as visiting the Sickbay today. As Pilot finished up a gorgeous young Lieutenant walks in with a problem, apparently she was practicing her karate moves in the Holodeck and just happens to land on her foot the wrong way and heard her leg pop, Therefore she has a limp when she walks an leaned against the biobed once she got into the sickbay. I carefully helped her onto the biobed an began scanning her foot and leg with my medical tricorder. Pilot looking at the results of his scans; Pilot says in a professional voice “It seems you have fractured your foot and dislocated your leg.” She looks at Pilot, then replies “Wow! I didn't think I had fractured or dislocated anything, maybe just sprained it a little. Thanks Doc.” Pilot walks over to the tray and grabs a Hypospray and dispenses it to her via the neck. “This is something for pain you might experience” The young Lieutenant looks at him “What pain?” Pilot noticed that the dislocated leg was easily able to be re-located back into place without hesitation. Pilot says before re-locating it “This pain.” Pilot puts her leg back into place. She in the end doesn't feel a thing. Pilot then wraps her foot, and gets her a pair of crutches from the back storage room. “Thank you so much Dr. Pilot.” replied the young Lieutenant.

 

The clock reads 1400 hours and its time for a break from his 9-5 so to speak. Pilot headed over to the cafeteria inside the medical oriented building. Pilot stepped into the line, as he stood there he just roughly thought about the Excalibur she was his home for so many years and now she had been taken away. Pilot stepped up to the order front “May I have an order of large live Gagh, Roasted Chicken, Grilled Pork Chops, and the biggest Bloodwine possible” The Order taker paused and looked at him for a moment then replies “Sir, we are out of Bloodwine & Gagh our shipment from the Klingon homeworld hasn't come in yet.” Pilot got kind of semi-sulky, so he rethinks his order. “I'll take the Roasted Chicken, Grilled Pork Chops, Garlic Mashed Potatoes; the largest order you can give me. The drink I will have Synethol with it.

 

Days Later --

 

It was near the end of the month I hadn't done that much my first month here at Starfleet Medical. They had me doing basic medical work as I had done on the Excalibur. I had yet to fully participate in any surgical procedures. There were some days where I didn't even really have to work just monitor the Medical Bay for my period of time. Most of my patients were academy students, some were senior and junior officers, but mostly academy officers all the time. I have had my times when my favorite lunch isn't available—but that doesn't turn me away from my work. Working here this month has been very inspirational for me. I have made some new colleagues and friends. But I still do miss the Excalibur crew.