Dear LJ - Whatever "soon" means.
I think I've done more running in the past couple of days than in a month beforehand. I'm getting shin splints. If this keeps up, I think I'll ask Chekov to give me some tips.
There's no reason to think that I'll have a chance to relax any time soon, anyway, with both Dr. McCoys gone, and patients turning up with all sorts of inexplicable injuries and illnesses. There are times I wish I had stayed in bio-research instead of transferring to nursing, but after the mess with Roger I just needed to get away from it all. It's admirable for a man to really love his work, but if he really loves his work… Ew.
Anyway, what's done is done, and here I am, apparently in charge of sickbay for who knows how long.
And that's another thing. Time. It doesn't seem to be flowing the way it should. Things that I'd expect to take minutes seem to be stretching out over a period of hours, even days, and other things are happening so quickly I don't even notice. I mean, I must be attending to patients with routine injuries, not to mention doing ordinary things like eating and sleeping and using the restroom, but when I look back over the way I've spent my day, I can only remember a few isolated incidents that seem curiously stretched out.
There's definitely something weird going on with space/time on this ship. I hope that one of the Spocks or a Scotty or someone is making some progress with it all.
I think I'm going to ice my legs and maybe take an anti-inflammatory. I'm sure I'll have to run around some more soon.
There's no reason to think that I'll have a chance to relax any time soon, anyway, with both Dr. McCoys gone, and patients turning up with all sorts of inexplicable injuries and illnesses. There are times I wish I had stayed in bio-research instead of transferring to nursing, but after the mess with Roger I just needed to get away from it all. It's admirable for a man to really love his work, but if he really loves his work… Ew.
Anyway, what's done is done, and here I am, apparently in charge of sickbay for who knows how long.
And that's another thing. Time. It doesn't seem to be flowing the way it should. Things that I'd expect to take minutes seem to be stretching out over a period of hours, even days, and other things are happening so quickly I don't even notice. I mean, I must be attending to patients with routine injuries, not to mention doing ordinary things like eating and sleeping and using the restroom, but when I look back over the way I've spent my day, I can only remember a few isolated incidents that seem curiously stretched out.
There's definitely something weird going on with space/time on this ship. I hope that one of the Spocks or a Scotty or someone is making some progress with it all.
I think I'm going to ice my legs and maybe take an anti-inflammatory. I'm sure I'll have to run around some more soon.