Log Entry 001

Posted on 28 Apr 2012 @ 9:39am by Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D.

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Computer, Begin Log,

It's now 0400hours and I am still struggling to sleep. Maybe it's from the excitment of the last few days, maybe the dancing was a bad idea, or more so the dancing partner wasa bad idea...

*sounds of sighing and movements can be heard in the background*

Ok...maybe explaining it all here will help, but I need to go back abit.

The first thing upsetting me the most is a crewmember by the name of Lilou. I have never in my life seem such a blatant disregard for one personal health and the vocation of medicine. How the hell can a person fall 7feet, fracture their skull, bruise ribs and body and think that they are well enough not to have to see a Doctor and to be able to live life normally?!? She's lucky she wasn't more permenate injured...I mesheathe fracture to her skull could have meant she could have ended up like Drusi....

*there is sudden silence and just the sound of rapid breathing*

I guess the main thing is she didn't end up that way. I managed to treat her injuries, fix up some old ones and gave her a lecture she should never forget.

I hate when that side of me comes out, nagging and angry. People need a Doctor they can be happy to see but I guess that maybe there is occasions where it is warrented.

And now to move to another spectrum of emotion, upset and tiredness...Drusilla McCarthy. He is a very lucky woman that John found her...I guess I shouldn't call him John given he is the XO, but it's difficult to get out of a habit.

I'm still trying to piece together the sequence of events which landed her in sickbay, it's difficult without having spoken to people who were in contact with her, I only have John's contact and what her body tells me to go on. John felt she hadn't shown any indications of issues when he saw her first but yet, the intracranial hemorrhage indicated she would have been showing symptoms such as headaches and nausea. Her notes show she visited sickbay 4-5days ago with headaches but the cause was listed as being as a result of being in contact with an adolescent Orion females. The uncontrolled pheramones she would have been emitting would cause headaches to woman in thee vicinity.

I don't know....right now on focus is on fixing her. I managed to repair the damage from the bang to huger head and the intracranial hemorrhage but she remains in a coma. Her respitory system collapsed due to her brain going into a hibernation. We are continuing to monitor her brain activity but until it increases she needs to be kept in a medical induced coma in order to allow us to mechanically do her breathing for her. Now it's a waiting game.

I thought tonight, when I couldn't sleep at the end of my shift that it'd be a good idea to go dancing and an even brighter idea to bring a man I knew would be awake..enter into the equation our XO John.

I have to give him kudos...he played along with the idea... Well there was a hiccup when I finally got him into the holodeck and it looked like he'd changed his mind but we got over it.

Tonight alone he brought back so many memories. Memories of my Grandmother....I thought I had dealth with loosing her but maybe I haven't...I came into medicine after she died in order to preserve her memory, to show somehow that I wouldn't waste my life as I'd done up to the day that she died.

In concentrating in all of the bitterness I'd focused on before she died, I'd locked away the good memories of her. Tonight John unlocked one of them. As he held me in his arms, waltzing me around the room, a memory of when I was 6 came back, standing on my Grandmother's shoes as she thought me the steps of 1,2,3..1,2,3...Ive always remembered my love of dance was because of her but these snapshots of memories I could never remember.

*pause as there's silence and a small sniffle*

But anyway...our XO...to look at him you'd never realise he was so light on his feet. I figured the barn dance would be fun, even if someone can't dance, clumsiness is sometimes a requirment in some of the reels and jigs. Once he managed to relax and let himself go, he ended up doing very very well..and his waltz...it feels like I'm being too romantic using the words, floating on air but he really did achieve that effect. Once I stopped unconsciously trying to take the lead, he sweeped me off of my feet.

*the sound of a light laugh*

Oh dear Pola...what do you do to yourself? I really can romanticise things sometimes. I figure it was the whole knight in shining armour light I first saw him in, Drusilla in his arms and remaining so calm and collected through the whole incident and helped me operate after.

We really showed the XO he is and why he deserves the position. Even though I don't report to him and there is the Captain above him, I can't help feeling abit safer with John as XO.

Sometimes I have to wonder, am I really as young and nieve as my thoughts seem to lead me to be?

Anyway...It's now 0500hours, I really should get some sleep, tomorrow is another day, more new crewmembers to look after.

Computer, end log.

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