Medical Check
Posted on 29 Sep 2020 @ 10:24pm by Major Minka Mazur, MD (*) & Lieutenant JG Samantha Cavendish
Mission:
M1 - Emergence
Location: Infirmary
Timeline: MD4 - 0700HRS
1223 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure
When she arrived she gave her name to a nurse and settled into the medical waiting area. She still had a couple of hours until she needed to be in shuttlebay two.
It wasn't a long wait before a Nurse appeared again, a Bolian, who called Samantha's name and escorted her through the facility to an office, gesturing into the open door and then leaving. Inside, the office appeared to be empty. That was until a short blonde woman appeared from the far corner of the office, stepping out of the built in bathroom, drying her hands. She gave a friendly smile to her guest as she finished wiping her hands and then folded the towel and put it on the replicator pad. "Good morning, I'm Doctor Mazur," she said, gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk, "Please have a seat, Lieutenant," she added, approaching her desk and sitting down. As she did, she tapped the terminal on it and the doors hissed closed to the office.
"Thank you for seeing me, Major" Samantha said, noting the rank. "I won't take up too much of your time, but I need to discuss with you my situation."
"As do I," Minka nodded, perched on the edge of her chair only because she hated trying to sit back. It never failed that if she did, she was calling a Nurse to come and help her leverage out of it like some helpless wounded puppy. It wasn't nearly as comfortable, but she kept her mobility. "Please, tell me about your situation," she requested.
Samantha handed over a PADD. "Just under 14 months ago I was, along with the remaining crew of the USS Jean Luc, rescued from an Icy prison planet deep within Breen held space. I have been undergoing strict rehabilitation and dietary requirements, and have been told to have a medical check every 3 months for the next 24 months."
Minka took the PaDD and reviewed it carefully. Some of it she'd read already in the personnel files on her ride over from Falkirk, but this one definitely had some more details she wasn't aware of. But regardless of that, she had the same assessment of it. She set the PaDD down on the desk, looking back to the Lieutenant. "Fourteen months since you were released, and your medical condition has hardly improved," Minka outlined, activating the holo terminal on her desk and searching for the personnel file that she'd been reading on the ride in. "By all official regulations, you shouldn't even be here. However, Captain DeHavilland has asked that you remain as this station needs personnel," she said as she was finding the file and bringing up the comparison to the Lieutenant's personnel file post rescue. She flipped the hologram so Cavendish could read it, "What concerns me is that your progress in fourteen months is minimal. Can you explain this?"
Samantha inclined her head. "I wish I fully understood why. I take the required supplements and follow those instructions to the letter. I want to get back to the weight I was, I hate being this skinny. I exercise I am not sure what else to do. A friend suggested I should gorge myself on non healthy alternatives but I found that such items now make me very sick to my stomach."
The Doctor looked at her carefully, assessing if there was a lie or at least a fib in the statement. She wasn't an empath or a trained counselor but she had a decent enough bullshit meter; but she wasn't sensing anything like that. Which meant that either Cavendish was telling the truth or that Minka was losing her touch. "I would like to run a few tests of my own, and adjust your supplement packets. It concerns me if your intake is as suggested here, and you are still not making progress," she added, gesturing to the holo display. "I want to be sure there's not something that was missed before,"
Samantha nodded "I would appreciate that Ma'am. I do not like being so... well fragile."
"Let's start with a standard scan," Minka declared, "I would like you to sit for a full, detailed scan when you have the time and the equipment is ready. Right now not much in this Infirmary is fully functional. We'll have to make due," she explained, happy to get up off the chair and move rather than sit still. Six months pregnant wasn't exactly the best time to be transferring stations and trying to navigate an Infirmary that hadn't had a qualified Physician for eighteen months. At least, that's what her husband had told her. Minka was too stubborn to accept anything less than her full capacity no matter what the situation. She took a medical tricorder out of her pocket and waved for Cavendish to stand up. As she did she pulled out the small node and began a simple scan, her brow furrowing almost immediately. She met Cavendish's eye for a moment and then repeated the scan with the same results.
"I am not reading any of the supplemental nutrition you are supposed to be taking," she said carefully, shaking her head as she put the node back in its housing and folded the device up. "I am going to change the supplement pack's to see if that provides any different results," she added. She wanted to be suspicious of the woman; to believe that she wasn't taking them even though she said she was, but she wasn't getting that impression from her. She didn't seem like someone trying to mask their disorder; none of the warning signs were there. Of course, she could be wrong, but changing up the supplements would certainly give her the smoking gun on that. "With replicators only marginally functional, I'll have them prepared here and you can collect them for the next few days."
Samantha smiled at that. "Thank you." She was concerned though about the fact that her supplements were not showing in the scan. "Um.. could it be a replicator issue?" she asked curiously. "I know they are not working right, and..." she gave a slight shrug.
"Possibly," Minka nodded, "But until I can confirm that your body is responding to any kind of supplement, I'm not willing to dig into speculation," she added in explanation, "Diagnostic medicine is more effective when you prove what isn't wrong," she smiled. "I'll have your supplements prepared and ready for you by midday, you can come by and grab them on your lunch," she declared, perching on the edge of her desk. "I'd also like you to return in forty-eight hours for another scan."
Samantha nodded. "Of course." She said softly. She stood. "Thank you, Doctor."
Doctor Mazur simply nodded, "See you in forty-eight hours," she said, pushing off the desk. "Call if you have any other issues between now and then," she added with finality, "Be well."