Post Number 13 Slurred Word's and Migraines

Posted on Sun Feb 7th, 2021 @ 11:43am by Lieutenant Damien Saunders
Edited on on Mon Feb 8th, 2021 @ 10:33am

Mission: Planet Savai
Location: Main Sick Bay
Timeline: Current

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[Damien's Quarters]

Damien was exhausted. Lately, the more he had worked, the more he had felt exhausted, unable to recover as he slept a lot longer through his shifts off. He had been waking up with migraines and bloody noses over the past few months. All signs concerning to him, yet he had pushed continuously aside as he had Engineering work to do both on the Space Station as well as the Amandora herself.

He loved his job and his work. Yet, with the lack of sleep and increasing headaches while on the job, Saunders became frustrated and worn out. He needed to speak to someone.

The latest instance was when Ensign Humphrey's had contacted Saunders for some engineering advice while off his shift. He had been reading through some specs on a padd that she had sent him, and he felt, as Eva had listened and pointed out that he was starting to 'slurred his words.' Damien quickly got angry at the observation from his Ensign and promptly ended their conversation with some orders.

Damien had got up from his bed, his comforters strewn about from not being able to sleep from his latest migraine. He turned to his washroom mirror and splashed cold water across his face. He then slapped his cheeks as if trying to gain control of his speech. It wasn't happening.

He had shucked on his pair of khaki cargo shorts and slipped on a white tee-shirt growing concerned by the minute. He didn't even think to put on socks or running shoes, as he dazily had exited his Quarters, intent on making his now blurry vision eyes towards sickbay.

[Main Sick Bay]

Entering Sick Bay, Damien was half out of it, holding his hands at his temples, trying to tone down the constant pressurized bombardment that his head was receiving. "Doctor BijjIro." He slurred. "Dddoctor." He frowned, his peripheral vision becoming fuzzier, almost like feeling he was about to pass out.

"I think something is wrrong." He paced himself.

Tore stepped in and wrapped an arm around Damien's waist, his augment strength easily kepping the man upright. "Lean into me, lad. I can take it." He motioned with his tricorder hand, dead ahead. "Straight forward to that biobed, Lieutenant." He continued to aid the man, prepared for sudden lurches that would upset his center of gravity.

Damien made his way towards the bio bed, his eyes wanting to just shut down, as he grabbed on to the side of the bio bed. "I.. I don't get it. I'mm soO exhaussted." He spoke low.

Bjorgo listened as he got the man comfortable on his back, raising the torso/pillow part of the bed so Damien could relax and see him. "I can see that. I thought you were on something since I couldn't smell alcohol. I might know what's causing this. Any other symptoms before I tell you the bad news?"

"I.. I've been havin' nosse bleedds." He squinted, as he was helped up to the bio bed by Doctor Bjorgo. "Thhank youu Ddocter." Saunders was grateful.

Tore found it amusing that his warning had been overlooked. The man really was feeling wobbleheaded. The Lieutenant's file spoke of him as focused and attentive. Not so much right now. "You're welcome, Damien." He looked to his PADD and tapped keys, activating the biobed and all it's wonderful toys for medicine. "Wednesday, please put all data in regards to Lieutenant Saunders up on easy-reads, please."

A female voice came out of the speakers, but not that of the ship's computer. "Of course, Boss. Anything specific, or multi-screen?"

"Multi-screen." Bjorgo answered, setting the now useless tricorder/PADD aside. Holographic screens appeared, floating in the air all around and over Saunders, with Tore's eyes darting from one data stream to another. Occasionally, he would reach out and grab a screen, which would holo-crumple in his fist and he would toss it over his shoulder. When tossed it would automatically go through a data ring circle, which would then ding and flash as that data was trashed. The EMH appeared, but not the usual stoic male. This one wore the Starfleet skirt uniform, science blue with white trim. Her hair was auburn and her eyes as green as emeralds. Overall she was quite beautiful to behold, and she stepped in and handed Tore a hypo, smiling as she did so.

"Here you go, Boss. Should help with his nausea and euphoria."

Bjorgo held his hand out as he kept reading a screen. "Thank you, Vette. Have I ever told you how much I love you?" There was really no feeling behind it, his mind working on whatever he was seeing, but trying to be thankful.

Vette gave a sarcastic roll to her eyes, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You mighta mentioned it a time, or two. Call if you need me, Boss." She disappeared.

Tore injected Saunders with the meds after they had been handed to him, waiting to see if they would have any affect.

Damien looked hazily around, accessing his situation as if he could be in control of anything in here. He sighed, and waited for the injection to do whichever, it could.

After a few moments, he had noticed that his eyesight had begun clearing a bit. From a foggy haziness towards a bit more focused sight. "I... I feeel the eyess. Im seeeing a bitt better, DoctOR." He slurred out.

Bjorgo hitched a hip on the edge of the bed. "It can take a minute. Some folks are susceptible to the electromagnetic fields they work in daily around the ship. And, not just a Human affliction, either. Maybe one in seven are affected. This cocktail takes away those affects. Plus, I added a few CC's of Hyronalin to counter any radiation poisoning, just to be safe." He gave a friendly smile. "In other words, Lieutenant, I think you'll live."

Saunders narrowed his eyes, now that he could focus better. "I had no idea. There was no sensors reporting a EMF alert." He was puzzled. "And the nose bleeds?" He had touched his nostril, now dry, having bled earlier.

He shook his head. "Thank you. Anything for the headache Doc?" He chuckled. He rubbed at his temples. "I don't want to sound like a hypochondriac, but it's my first time in here." He shrugged.

"Electromagnetics are everywhere, a side affect of technology." Tore gave an arched eyebrow. "As an engineer I would think you knew that. Machinery gives off heat, energy, radiation, electromagnetics; all that. Every second of every day. The medical safety parameters have to increase exponentially for the computer," He gave a grin and knowing shrug. "And Vette to call attention to it. Oh, by the way." Bjorgo stood up from his half-sitting. "You are also trapped in this section of Sickbay, for the time being."

"Doctor." He stressed. Still with brain fog. "I just don't feel 'right'." He knew his body. "Are you sure its electromagnetics? No sensors had went off for the engineering components. It is on the daily Level 4 Diagnostics, I've set enhancers over all the computer components, which are dampened of course due to the nature of space travel and electromagnetic isolation." He paused. He didn't feel this was the main issue.

"Then why would only, I be affected with this?" Saunders questioned.

Tore gave a friendly look. "Minor headaches, and what not, on a daily basis, is what we deal with in here. Many of those symptoms are from living on a giant reactor that is ready to explode at any given moment. Thankfully, Damien, we have officers like you to keep that from happening. I could do an in-depth scan of your brain, see if maybe there's a tumor in there that the initial scans missed."

Vette popped in again. "No contagions detected. Quarantine is no longer necessary, Boss."

Bjorgo gave a nod to Vette, then a sarcastic motioning as if saying "go take care of it". He was busy with an immediate patient.

"Thank you Sir. I respect your Professional Opinion. My head is already beginning to clear. I should just take a breather... And perhaps check back with you in time?" He had felt maybe he was the one in overkill.

"I thank you for your time and efforts, Doctor, as always." Saunders had nodded and smiled.

"Lieutenant Saunders...Damien, your doctor has not released you yet." He gave a friendly grin but it faded quickly, his eyes boring into those of the other man. "I can scan you and make medical judgements based off of that. However, the best way to understand someone's distress is to ask them; how do you feel? You have yet to describe, or explain, exactly what you're feeling now that you're more level-headed. Care to assist your CMO?" Tore's expression softened as he finished.

The truth was, Damien, didn't know himself. We'll he had an idea, yet he was still confused as to how to ask. How does one ask the Doctor? I'm wracked with stress. It's causing me sleepless nights. I have headaches thinking about things that aren't even broken yet?

Saunders looked downward, uncomfortable, at his hands, and then around the room, returning to Doctor Bjorgo's effervescent eyes. They were clear and conscience. "What is wrong with me?..." I think that I am having extreme anxiety, Doctor. At least, that is how I would go about describing... This, this feeling inside. I'm always anxious. I can't calm down... I can't shut it off... I worry about things that aren't even broken?!" Saunders shook his head. "When I am used to everything being followed by a Starfleet manual, to be fixed, to look for a fix for a component, how is it, I can't even fix myself?" He furrowed his eyebrows back, not in anger, but extreme frustration.

"It sounds like you need a hobby," stated Bjorgo, a bit more sarcasm there than he had wanted. Which, he immediately tried to correct. "On a more professional stance, yes, you need to learn to relax. There are entire departments dedicated to making sure we get from one place to another without blowing up." Tore gave a grin.

“Relax. Of course. Yes. That is what I shall endeavor to work on.” He leaned his head upward to the ceiling of the Med Bay. “Is there anything you can give me to… I don’t know. Take a chill pill? Either that or I’m returning to my pack of cigarettes. This is it!” Damien crossed his arms.

"Smoke all you want, we got countermeasures to all they do." Tore gave the man a crooked grin, his expression lighthearted. "But, of course, as your doctor I would have to say, please don't smoke. There, that's out of the way." His expression became pseudo-serious and his voice dropped a bit in pitch. "Master Damien, take it from a man who knows this well. You, lad, are suffering from all work, no play. Your noodle is boiled because you won't let it cool." He gave a don't-care shrug, a bit of mischief worked into all he did and said. "Figured using engineering parlance might make it easier for you to understand. The gist is; go play and have fun!" He instantly got actually serious. "By the way, I catch a hint of smoke on you, beyond a good cigar now and then, you will be my next sparring partner." That flashy Doctor Cool grin appearing.

"You want to fight?!" He gruffed, puffing up, before breaking his seriousness and chuckling. "Yeah well. Good to know we have countermeasures for such things! Good work Doctor! Your PSA is always appreciative, no matter how I prompted it." Damien had winked.

He clasped his hands together... "No seriously. I would really like to kick your ass right now." He then chuckled once more. "It'd help with the no fun part."

Tore's eyebrows raised in a look of both surprise and humor. "Okay, maybe we need another brain scan." A look of consideration crossed his visage as a thought crossed his mind. "Oh, that's right. Unless you've read the fine print in my dossier, you wouldn't know. As a department head you have access, but most don't read that far. Damien, I'm an Augment. I prefer to be called TERRAN, but it is what it is. I'm Cyndi's personal Khan Singh." His eyes and grin as he stated that could not hide a smidge of arrogant pride.

"That being said," Bjorgo continued. "I'd be honored to teach you hand-to-hand, and spar with you. It will definitely reduce that pent up energy, and give you the skills you'll need against stronger opponents. Oh, and it'll be fun." He gave a chuckle and a smile.

Damien grunted. "Serious. Your an augment?" As an Engineer he swore he could tell Augments when he had seen them, and he had eyed a few in his day. However, not always were as apparent.

Bjorgo couls tell the man was working it all out in his mind, so he did not interfere as he continued to read scan data.

"So why all the extra uploads? Or were you an augment not by choice?" Suggesting that Doctor Bjorgo was born intended with augmentation.

"You mean Vette?" Tore gave a chuckle. "A guilty pleasure. She has been my companion, everywhere I go, for over 30 years. A program designed to infiltrate any system, remain hidden, and provide me all the data I need should I ask. And, she makes for a great EMH."

"Well." He then cocked his head sideways... "I may have to rethink that. Na Nah, I'm kidding." He then punched Bjorgo in his shoulder rather hard, as Damien then furrowed his brow, "Jesus... " He grunted. "Although, even a few bruises and cuts won't be without fun... I've had a few brutal bar fights in my day... Brutal by Human standards." Saunders chuckled.

"Be glad I'm a physician, then." Another chuckle from Tore. "There will be injuries, but nothing too serious. Anyway, you're cleared for return to duty. I have an alien pod to further examine. The quarantine has been lifted." Bjorgo began to put his devices and instruments away in their proper places.

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