Personal Log 2154.177

Friday 2154.177

I wake up to my writst throbbing and three times its normal size, oh crap that can't be good. "OW!" I guess I do need to see Phlox this morning.

I feel my PADD vibrating and notice it's on a secure channel, oh it's Trip Tucker, "That sounds painful. How did that happen?"

"Training incident, I zagged when I should've zigged," I can't help laughing, and "Ow...your's?"

"Sore shoulder I think I  heaved when I should have... wait, that doesn't sound right. I lifted somethin' at a wrong angle," Trip explains to me.

"Sounds like we both should've assigned someone else to the tasks. Hopefully your doctor can take care of it."

"I hope so too. I got a lot of work to do," he says.

"Yeah, so do I however I better go see Dr. Phlox first," I proceed to wrap my wrist gently and then leave my quarters for sickbay.

Later...

I decide to send Trip a message on the secure channel; "Well let's hope you didn't have to have minor surgery like I ended up with. I do sincerely hope you're well. ;-) Bri"

I still can't believe that damn simple training turned into minor surgery. At least Phlox gave me a local anesthetic. I think he's afraid of Malcolm if he hurts me.

Seems I blocked a nerve and a vein in the carpal tunnel region. That was building up the pressure and fluid. He went in and released the pressure and then after a bit fixed the area. No lifting with this hand for two weeks and definitely no fighting. That's bloody wonderful.

Oh it seems I have messages too, I'm glad I set up the icon to flash when they come in and they're encrypted. Ah they're from Malcolm. That mission from the Captain took him off ship- seems he didn't stand me up after all. He's on his way to Deneva with Sergeant Mayweather and Corporal Chang. I can't help the laugh that escapes, bet he loves that.

And he wants me to take care of the "special project" as well. I can definitely do that love. Hmmm, I better go now while I can as it's just before shift change. I'll read the rest in a bit. Let's just secure the room, and then a quick stop the messhall I think. Tuna or chicken, and some cream, too bad no roasted tribble.

As I reenter my quarters, I carefully put down the carryall. Opening it I start pulling out dinner and the special project, "Hi Fuzzy! Miss me?"

Phaser starts mewing and purring like a little engine.

I should probably finish checking Malcolm's messages; so I download them onto my PADD and curl up on the couch.

"C'mon dinner and a movie, Fuzzy. Damn can't eat and read with only one hand. If the messages were important they would've gotten to me sooner than today, right fuzzy?" as I purr at him and he purrs back in response.

And then the Comm Sounds, "Storm, yes I can check on that for you Sir."

I engage the biometric shields this time before leaving, "Okay Fuzzy, I have to run for a bit, you behave."

***

"I'm so glad I have a tail," I giggle as I walk back into my quarters. "I wrapped it around the one guys arm while knocking the other one out with my good hand. I think everyone needs a break. These minor scuffles are breaking out more than usual and they aren't for advancement- just stupid little slights.

I'll read the rest of the messages tomorrow. Yawning and getting ready for bed, "c'mon Fuzzy time for sleep."

Phaser jumps up on the bed and mews.

"Scoot over Fuzzy, you're not getting the whole bed tonight. I bet you walk all over him." I purr to Fuzzy and whisper, "I hope he's alright."