Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Welcome to the Khitomer! Try not to sit for a bit...
Roxanna Dorion
((USS Khitomer, In Transit at Warp, Deck 6, Sickbay))
The first of the required medical exams had come to her. That was a point in the positive. Sometimes she had to hunt them down, it was nice to not have to.
Ohnari: We'll start with the cursory exam, Do you have your assignment orders? ::accepting the PADD:: Lovely. Are there any medical conditions or concerns I should be aware of?
Morda: No conditions or medical concerns, ma’am. I have thought about configuring my atmosphere in my quarters to match the low pressure back home. I think it might help my physical performance elsewhere on the ship and on any standard-pressure class M environments we deploy to. But I don’t know the physiology of all that long-term and wonder what you think.
The Haliian nodded to herself, Ensign Morda could of course adjust his quarters to whatever was most comfortable. She was kind of surprised Ops hadn't relayed that. But, there had been so many staff changes, it didn't terribly surprise her. As anticipated, no major deviations on the bioscan, which meant....
Ohnari: Alright, the unpleasantness...How do you want to do this? Some find standing and bending over slightly to be more tolerable, but others have said laying on their stomach is preferable. Your choice, but it ends with a shot in the shorts I'm afraid...
Morda: ::Coming to his feet:: I’ll take my pain and indignity standing up, please, ma’am.
Ohnari: ::snorting:: Good man.
Morda: ::Dropping enough trou for payload delivery:: I’m just glad Starfleet doesn’t do onesie uniforms any more. Ready when you are, Doctor.
Ohnari: We'll go on three, ::adjusting the scope:: One...::she pressed the release:: And done!
Morda: Response
Ohnari: ::smiling sheepishly:: My apologies, a little doctor deception there. No matter how many times I recommend not clenching, everyone clenched on three. So I mix it up now. ::typing quickly approving the active duty:: You will probably have some discomfort for the rest of the day. If you notice increased swelling or pain, come back to me.
Morda: Response
Ohnari: As for your quarters, you are free to adjust to whatever is most comfortable. ::pausing, she began typing again:: Actually I am going to put a medical override for personal quarters. They won't be suuuper spacious, but they will allow you to tailor your EV controls without accidentally giving a bunkmate hypoxia...
Morda: Response
Before she could respond, the amber color indicating a yellow alert seeped in. Glancing down to the near alert on her PADD, she noted the order from the Commander, it seemed she and Mr. Morda were needed in engineering. It was brilliant timing, because while Michaels had been released to return to light duty, she still felt better about the whole thing if she could go check in and make sure she wasn't overtaxing herself.
Ohnari: Hold that thought, it seems we're going to be together a little longer. Captain wants us in engineering. ::pointing up:: No idea if it's related.
Morda: Response
(((Brief Timeskip - Main Engineering)))
The journey from Sickbay to main engineering was uneventful. Odd, considering she still wasn't sure the reason for the yellow alert. Perhaps Lera would know. Stepping into the department, she had her tricorder out and ready.
Ohnari: Ah! Lieutenant Michaels. What's with the mood lighting?
Michaels/Morda: Response
Was she hovering? Most assuredly. Would that stop her? Not even in the slightest. Wave three over Michaels with the tricorder indicated no exacerbation. Yet.
Ohnari: ::winking playfully:: Yes, you were cleared for light duty. But I am saving you a trip to Sickbay and checking in now. Just a full service CMO for ya.
Michaels/Morda: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0