Posted by Major Taylor Zigman (Battalion Surgeon.) in [Alt-Timeline] Marine Medical – Carnegie’s Physical

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in [Alt-Timeline] Marine Medical – Carnegie’s Physical

Posted by Major Taylor Zigman (Battalion Surgeon.) in [Alt-Timeline] Marine Medical – Carnegie’s Physical
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The Day hadn’t started in the best of ways, but Eleanor suspected that came with being a Squadron Commander, even though she had not expected to be yelled at this early in the morning, nor to have to deal with the fact that one of her own had left a tail imprint on the bulkhead of the newest ship in the fleet, before it even left dock. Maybe the yelling had been justified.

Hurrying down the corridors to Marine Country, she could only hope she would get used to it. Looking at her wrist chronometer, Carnegie sighed and rushed her step even more. She was late for her physical already.

Finally, as she found MarMed, she almost ran through the doors. Her gaze frantically searching for someone that could point her in the right direction. Stopping one of the nurses, she was still catching her breath when she spoke. “Excuse me, my name is Carnegie and I’m here for my boarding physical. Would you know where I should go?” In her Marine green uniform, with her dark auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail, the only thing that would jump out as weird was the fact that she was sporting a pair of old Earth looking tortoise shell glasses.

CPT Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

Taylor had been nursing the last of her coffee, knowing it would be a crazy day for the medical team with all the check ins. When a harried looking pilot hurried through the automatic doors, she straightened her shoulders, put the cup down and walked in her direction. “Captain Carnegie, you’re mine. I’m Magor Zigman, BCMO (Battalion Chief Medical Officer, just to differentiate from the regular ship’s CMO.) You’re the first one to report.” Here she favored the woman with a dazzling smile. “Let’s head over here and get started.”

Eleanor smiled. After all the yelling and all the trouble, it was nice to have someone smiling at her for a change. “Pleasure to meet you, Major. I’m sorry I’m late… I was starting to think that I wouldn’t make it here at all.” Carnegie said in an apologetic tone.

Zigman led the pilot to a nearby biobed and motioned for her to sit. The antique glasses hadn’t escaped her attention but respecting the privacy of the Captain, she waited until they were out of earshot before asking about them.

Following the doctor, Carnegie sat down on the indicated biobed.

“You know, I think I’ve only seen one other pair of spectacles in my entire life. What service do they provide for you?”

She would know once she read Carnegie’s file, but letting the patient talk was a way of putting them at ease.

—Ziggy

Having forgotten the glasses on her face, Eleanor was surprised by the question. “Oh!” She finally realized what Zigman had asked. “I’m colorblind…” She said taking her glasses from her eyes and showing them to the doctor. She smiled another apologetic smile. “My brother works in the industry and had these made for me. I prefer them to the big ones Starfleet issued me. They allow me to see what normal people see.” Putting them back on, Eleanor continued. “I know they are not very common… and I guess they are even less among us pilots.” She chuckled.

CPT Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO

“Color blind? And your brother had them made?” Her interest was piqued. She accepted the glasses and looked through them. There wasn’t much difference in her vision since she could already see proper colors. Grabbing a nearby tricorder, Zigman scanned them and examined the readout. “Your brother is a clever man.” She handed the spectacles back to the Captain.

With a few small differences here and there, the tricorder readout would not be too different than what the results would have been on a Starfleet issued pair of goggles for the same purpose.

“That he is, Ma’am. That he is.” The pride in her voice was unmistakable. “He’s also colorblind like me and my father, so… I guess it also helps him a bit.” Carnegie smiled. “Most tech already existed, but with his resources he gathered his own team of researchers made some tweaks here and there. Although mostly he focuses on the aesthetics side and on applying the same kind of technology to contact lenses. Starfleet issued me a pair of BCGs and he was adamant not to have his little sister wear them.” Eleanor’s smile widened. “I’m glad I don’t have to.”

Another few punches to the device and Carnegie’s military medical records appeared on the bed’s monitor. The doctor scanned all the pertinent numbers and levels, nodded her head and then looked at her patient. “Nothing too out of the ordinary, have their been any changes in your physical or mental health since your last exam?”

—Ziggy

Eleanor shook her head. “Not that I can think of.” She paused for a second pondering. “Although as reckless as I am, I’m surprised I don’t have accidents more often.”

Cpt. Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO