Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Head Case

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Roman went through the movements. It was a lot easier than the night before. When they were done he, he sat down in a chair in the room. “A bit lightheaded. Not as bad as before.” He answered Randy’s question, apparently in a cooperative mood.

Randy nodded, “It is about time for your dose, so that could be part of it. The other is you blood sugar is lower than normal. With an unsettled stomach you probably didn’t eat much yesterday. I know you’re tired of hearing it but it all works together. So grab something to eat and your usual tea. If after you get your dose you are still light headed, comm me. We’ll take another scan. But your heart rate, blood pressure, respiration and blood oxygen are all great. So it’s probably just left over from yesterday.

Roman nodded again. He’d skipped lunch and dinner yestereday, and his breakfast hadn’t been that large either. Randy was probably right.

“I think helping Gorshin might be good for her. Even if she doesn’t want to go. And, don’t kill me, let her spend time with Scott, not every day mind you. The girl can get on your last nerve, but she’s not going to let Rand just sit there and do nothing. I don’t want Rand to over do it, but…” Randy was conflicted. Their family had made a mistake when Rand had been sick before and the results were disastrous. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Randy

Roman nodded. “Helping Gorshin is definitely good for her. Keeps her doing something, which keeps her happier, somewhere where someone has an eye on her.” To Randy’s second suggestion Roman made a face. “She means well, she wouldn’t let Rand over do it, at least not purposefully. But she really stresses Rand out.” He said.

~ Roman

Randy nodded, “She does. But trying to keep up with the conversation would be good for Rand. Not every day....what if we controlled the environment? I could ask Scott to sit with her, here in my quarters. That wouldn’t invade Rand’s privacy or make her sit in the rec hall, which she hates. It would be only slightly uncomfortable. She’s going to have to learn to deal with that again if she wants to go back to duty.” Randy hated it and his tone said as much. They both also knew there was no way to know when she would be medically ready to go back.

Randy

Roman nodded in agreement. “I think that’s a good idea… I know she’s frustrated with her recovery and she wants to get back.” He sighed, “but I have no idea how to help her do that. At least that sounds like a plan.”

~ Roman

Randy nodded, “I’m not sure either. Concussions are strange and can take awhile. And hers is so severe that it’s possible she will have relapses over the years, just randomly. I’ve asked Elbbirt and Grat again about the meds for a concussion. They are worried about it causing an acute panic attack or strain on her heart. Normally not a huge concern but after her other injuries, not worth the risk.” Randy felt a little helpless, his specialty was mental health, he should be able to come up with something. “The biggest problem is non duty related tasks for her to do. The Sentinel was not built for leisure, and in her current state there is a limited amount of tasks she can help with until cleared.”

Randy closed up his tricorder and set it down. “I’ll talk with her today about it. Until then, I won’t keep you and we’ll meet you in the Galley at lunch. I think you’ll be fine for the day.”

Randy