Solitary Confinement Stardate 62534.937 Tue, 04 Dec 2384 01:41:55 GMT

Posted on Sat Aug 17, 2013 @ 6:32pm by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson

404 words; about a 2 minute read

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log


Another late night. [sigh] and another unsuccessful experiment. My time has been spent between Sickbay, my quarters and my lab, half in an attempt to stay productive, and half to avoid certain First Officers I managed to humiliate myself in front of.

[Sigh]

So far the science department is having plenty to do, but aside from one or two accidents in Engineering, Sickbay has been relatively quiet. I can't entirely complain; it's given me plenty of opportunity to further my own projects. I've got my lab running almost around the clock now with my usual trials, and while no success so far, same as the last few years, it gives me something to work on. Rome wasn't rebuilt in a day, right?

I can hear Cassandra Kennings' voice, telling me I'm backwards again. I confront things I should leave alone, and refuse to confront the things I need to address. I can pretty much hear the conversation.

"It wasn't a bad meeting," she'd say.

"I made a complete ass of myself, and he infuriates me!" I'd reply.

"And he's still standing, so obviously there's a soft spot in you somewhere," she rebut.

With the exception of standard senior staff meetings, I've done my best to avoid having to look him in the eye. I glanced and made the briefest of eye contact, and he looked....amused. I don't know how to take that.

[Shakes head] Dwelling won't help. It's been two weeks and no further disasters, I am going to put it out of my brain.

My staff is exemplary. They're adjusting to my way of doing things nicely, and so far shift rotations are moving smoothly. I've already put in commendations for two medtechs who not only handled a minor emergency in the cargo bay until my team arrived, but demonstrated a control of the situation that showed innate skill beyond their training.

A couple nurses need work on bedside manner, and coming from me, that's saying something. I'll have to have them put through basic courses again en route.

[Yawns] So much for my people preferring the night hours. Another late night at an end, and another dawn coming. A former commander once told me of an ancient Earth curse: May you live in interesting times. I risk that curse as I think the following: Please let us find something, before we go stir crazy.

End log.

 

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