In the Good Doctor's Shoes

[EJ Pilot 0]

===Start Duty Log===

Stardate 0801.04

Lt Cmdr EJ Pilot recording….

As the day started today I got to sickbay early my staff wasn’t all there yet but we get a crewman hopping in at 0600 hours, screaming “I’ve sprained my ankle!”. I quickly pull out a tricorder and scan the poor crewman’s ankle. I tell him, well you have slightly sprained your ankle. I will give a muscle relaxer so you won’t have to feel all of this pain. He complied and relaxed after I gave him the hypospray. I then did an Xray to see if the bone had been cracked even though it was a sprain. I didn’t find anything other than it just being sprained, I placed a cast on it and gave him crouches and sent him on his way. Around 0700 my staff starts to arrive for this morning. I was so used to seeing Joe and Maria coming in I forgot I had more staff members {::laughs::}. 0715 Hours rolls around we get several crewman coming in with head injuries. I am basically trying to figure what is going on, are our crewman drunk? As I am examining one of them who has a conscious, I politely asked him how did this happen. The crewman says, I hit my head on the bunk in my barracks. I guess I have to get used to sleeping on the bottom. A puzzled look comes onto my face in my mind. I simply reply, “Ahh that would explain all the crewman in here.” As my staff and I tend to our conscious’d victims.

 

Sickbay starts to quiet down it is now 0830 hours. I start to look over my supplies for this month. I like to be stocked and somewhat overstocked. You never know when you need to barter with Medical Supplies to get a task done in this day and age. I tend to keep medical kits in stock pretty heavy. I actually need to find a place on the bridge to store them I will have to get in touch with Captain Corizon about that. I moved into my office and began going over some long overdue paper work that should have been entered and sent to the Captain at 0700. I get the work typed in and sent to him. Hopefully he doesn’t rip my head off and file the papers in my neck for them being late the 3rd time in a row. My Staff begins to rotate begin the Med Labs and Sickbay. I leave my office for a moment to go over into the Medical Lab to monitor abit. Leaving our loving Dr. Hasselton in charge of my beautiful sickbay. Right before I work into the lab a small but quite black mist of smoke slips through the door, of course my first impression is fire. I step in to see a lab experiment gone bad. Luckily I didn’t call a Maintenance crew down to put it out. Apparently one of my techs was trying to mix two chemicals that don’t mix and got a little smoke. I told him to be careful I don’t think Captain Corizon would be very appreciative if we burnt his ship down from the inside out.

 

1100 Hours rolls around an I am feeling quite hungry and it was time for my scheduled break. I headed out of Sickbay and off to the Turbolift to leave Deck 11 itself and headed to Deck 6. After lunch I returned to sickbay and quietly sat in my office and looks over some status reports from Corizon. The medical comm. Board lights up with a few medical requests from crewmen in different areas of the ship. I moved to board and began to answer some while my staff responded to others. (++Comm Message: Medical Emergency to Holodeck 2!++) +Med Comm Link+ Available Medical Team meet me in Holodeck 2 Code: M.E. I repeat Code: M.E. I grab my medkit and pocketed my Medic Tricorder and headed to the Turbolift then entered; Deck 3A! Once arriving at the Holodeck the crewmen had stopped the program and had the patient laying there waiting for us. I looked at his pips to see he was an Ensign; “Ensign what happened here?” I asked, as I scanned the injuries. He replies, “Sir we were rock climbing I cut the safety protocol off so it would be more realistic. Then she fell scrapped up against a sharp rock formation and got cut up.” Get her on the stretcher! And tend to the bleeding! I commanded. My medics rushed to do as told then left to get here to sickbay, they had been informed they would be receiving a patient. The ensign looking quite scared, Ensign, I said. It will be okay we got to her in time, plus it’s not a very serious injury. Go to your quarters and calm down. The Ensign did I as said, I then returned to a semi-full sickbay. But luckily the patients were already being tended to by my staff. They began to exit out after they received attention.

 

0100 is the time an I have about 2 more hours before I am done for the day and Mrs. Zier & Mr. Wilson take over. I went into my office and wrote an incident report about the rock climbing incident and forwarded it to the Captain. Sickbay once again went sort of slow which was a good thing medically wise, we don’t need a ship full of sick people. I quietly sat in my office and sipped my coffee that I had just got from my private office replicator. I just wondered what next would happened, from people hitting heads on barracks to falling off rocks (in space none the less!) it just reminded me anything can happen in space. Checking the clock once it was 0258 hours, Kassem-Zier had gotten in but Joe hadn’t, then at 0300 exactly Joe walks in. Good afternoon lady and gentle-“man”. A wave and hello replied back to me. I will catch you fancy cats on the flipside. Laughs came like torpedos from my staff’s mouths. It was some lingo they used in the 70s and 80s of Earth history, so I read…

--END DUTY LOG.--

Edited January 4, 2008 by EJPilot