Medical

Posted on 14 Dec 2022 @ 8:26pm by Lieutenant JG Roger Harrison Jr & Captain Jonathan Reynolds

Mission: Through the looking glass
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: TBC
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Will waiting back for his XO, girlfriend and away team to respond, not to mention the Andromeda trying to carry on as normal while being in an alternative reality Jon decided to head down to sickbay. He had promised, so he might as well get his annual physical out of the way. Then he could blast anyone else who had not had there's he chuckled.

Entering Sickbay he didn't recognise the nurse but nodded at her. "I have an appointment with Lieutenant or Doctor which does he prefer? Harrison?"

Rog was waiting for Reynolds to arrive; if nothing else, the Starfleet had trained their folks to be prompt (outside of other emergency). He heard the man's voice, and stuck his head out of the office door.

"I'll be there in a mo!" He said, before standing, sanitizing his hands, and putting on his jacket. Getting his personal items in his pocket, he stepped out the door.

"Are you ready? It'll just be a regular physical, pretty simple, eh?"

“You're the doc, doc,” Jon shrugged. “Will I do here?” He asked hooping to sit on a free bio bed.

Roger nodded. "Yes, the bio bed is fine." Now came the weird part-the part where he learned much more about his fellow crew mates than he really *wanted* to (but definitely needed to). It was a strange thing, knowing if so-and-so had a reaction to xy treatment whilst the CMO had some kind of allergy. He still knew the medical history of all the people he'd worked with in the Betazed galaxy. Just in case he ever came across one of them again, he'd at least know how to help. "How are you feeling generally?" He pressed some buttons on the bed to bring up the other man's statistics.

"I feel fine. And considering I live with a teenager thats good going," Jon chuckled.

It was Roger's turn to chuckle. "Yeah, I'd imagine so. I am sure Minnie will give me a run for my money when she's a teenager, too. How's the home life?" He read the panel as the bio-bed spat numbers and words at him. All looked fairly good so far! The Captain was healthy and fit for command so far as he could tell, but of course, he'd need a bit longer.

"It's good. I'm seeing someone so that taking some adjusting but other than that business as usual," Jon said.

Roger had always believed in the idea that chitchat helped to calm patients down. It was working well with Jon, so he'd continue. "I see. That is definitely a change, especially for your child." The information being spat out at him indicated that the CO was in good health, and he would continue to be in good health if he kept up whatever regime he was doing. "So far, everything looks good. Any family history of illness I should be aware of?" He already knew the answer from the man's medical records, but it was more of the chit-chat, plus occasionally, things popped you forgot to mention at your last yearly checkup. "I might take some tissue for further study, based on the answer," he joked.

"Physically I'm as healthy as a horse. Mentally well my family tell me I'm a little OCD. I just like things clean and tidy," Jon stated.

Roger nodded. "I agree with the assessment; biobed isn't reporting anything of concern. As for the mental health stuff-I did a few rounds in Psychology. Actually, it was my secondary specialization, but I prefer triage and trauma. If I may-OCD isn't necessarily a bad thing, neat and tidy saves lives." He pressed a few buttons, double checking the stats. Everything *looked* good. "What is your stress regime like? Exercise? Extra sleep?" Roger asked a few questions to prepare for the next part of the exam.

"I box and erm ... have a beautiful girlfriend. We are pretty active," he said. Occasionally when there's time I like to do some holo programmes based on final fantasy. Although I will be honest its difficult right now as really the buck stops with and it is on me to find a way to get us all home to our reality. Rather the heavy load."


Roger nodded. "I see." Roger wasn't dumb, and understood the man's double entendre. "And aye, I'd guess it is. Seems like things are righting themselves, though. Psych workup after this?" Roger asked. If not, he might suggest one, just for the captain to be able to discuss the heavy load he DID carry. "I think we're about done here, but just a few more things." He moved on to a brain scan, using the tricorder.

"Most likely," Jon nodded. He recognised a brain scan when he saw one. "My noodle okay then doc?"

Roger nodded. "Seems like it!! Clean bill of health; I'll report back to the Fleet that you continue to be fit for duty, and the CMO as well." He made a few notes and then spoke again.

"Anyway. Report to counselling when you have time. Unless you have anything else, you're free to do.... whatever you do when you're not on the Bridge!" Roger assumed it was paperwork. PILES AND PILES of paperwork, at least if running a Star ship was anything like running a sickbay.

"Aye aye doc," Jon said swinging himself down off the bio bed. "See you next time."

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Captain Jonathan Reynolds,
CO, USS Andromeda

LtJG Roger A Harrison
ACMO