Posted Star Date 22012.05 @ 22:28 (10:28 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.09 @ 21:02 (09:02 PM)
There was something distinctly satisfying about writing patient charts. Whereas a true patient interaction could be absolute chaos, the chart took this explosion and instead analyzed and appreciated its individual parts. An emergent crush injury with interossei decompression requiring quick action, several imaging scans, analgesics and a careful consideration of an unexpected allergy became a detailed study on the relationship between body structures, an
appreciation of the pharmacokinetics, and continued bewilderment of the mysteries of self reactivity.
Maybe it was the Vulcan’s nature that drew him to the controlled environment of chart writing, as much of a cliché as that was. Vulcan culture appreciated logic, reason and order, implementing it in all capacities. Yarek himself had trained in the medical sciences which was an ideal field for taking the chaos of life and condensing it into organized observation. Bundling that with years in the Vulcan Defense Force it was obvious that he would appreciate the function of well defined order.
And yet, something that he - and many Vulcans before him - had found to consistently and almost vehemently defy the confines of structure and order was emotion. Patient emotion and interaction was a beast that could not be tamed - especially when if came to medicine.
But, unlike his peers, Yarek had decided that instead of simply studying it in a fully removed observational captaincy, maybe he could actually use it to his advantage to more efficiently help his patients.
This idea had started when it had been repeatedly noted that his services had been received more favorably and were more often requested than those of his peers, despite the quality being exactly the same. Further research and questioning had revealed it was his voice - along with his relatively young face - causing the unusual results. It seemed, regardless of what he was saying, his voice had an innate musical quality that was reassuring to his patients. His voice was deep and melodic, and though it carried with it the relatively flat intonation typical of a Vulcan, due to the frequency it seemed to express a reserved calm rather than an overt lack of emotional expression.
The data showed that patient outcomes were significantly better if the patients perceived more empathy. It was actually this feedback from his patients, surveyed by his superiors, that had prompted the beginning of his research regarding species preferences and reactions to bedside manner and presentations. He and his colleagues had devised an unofficial and dynamic longitudinal experiment to improve Vulcan training in bedside manner.
So here he was, now working on a Federation ship, still collecting and implementing data.
So far, his main finding was that humans and betazoids were perceived to express high empathy. So he had adjusted his style to match their look as much as possible.
The most noticeable hint of this change was his hair. Instead of being cropped in one of the approximately three hairstyles typically seen by Vulcans, his pitch black hair was parted and actually styled. The style adequately hid both the very tips of his ears and the highest points of his eyebrows, visually lessening the harshness typical of a Vulcan face. To someone not paying attention, he might have passed as human at first glance.
This mistaken identity was initially what Yarek had assumed had caused the woman who had entered the room to began to speak to him in such a conversational manner.
He had noted her when she had first entered through the whooshing of the doors, and had prepared for the possibility of conversation if the situation arose. His brain had quickly recalled the short list of information he had about the woman: she was Dr. Beka Sydesh, human, Trauma and Emergency specialty, extroverted, competent, athletic, and generally liked by the crew.
It was these details, and the content of her conversation, that led him to the idea that he was likely actually being generally addressed due to having the same profession. She was likely seeking “commiseration.”
This was an interesting interaction he had not yet had the opportunity to study beyond observation. Non-Vulcan colleges - while cordial to him - rarely sought direct social interaction with him beyond formalities during large social gatherings. This was completely understandable, but did not lend itself to data collection.
But here this woman was, attempting to commiserate with him. He glanced down at the chart he had been reviewing, and then looked up. There was something satisfying about writing charts. But the opportunity to further his understanding of the chaos and finesse of social interaction and emotion, that was far more more interesting.
He quickly analyzed the content of what she had said. She was feeling... annoyed?... by patient interactions and compliance. Judging by the state of apparent agitation, it was likely this had been caused by a recent patient interaction. This was a common frustration expressed by medical personnel, one that he had heard discussed many times, so he had some ideas about where the conversation could go.
Now to engage.
“Your dedication to their health despite the lack of compliance is the sign of a good doctor.” Yarek said, his face and voice neutral in true Vulcan fashion.
But he’d decided to go all in on the conversation and social data he could get out of it. He allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up slightly, and the smallest of creases appeared - a subtle conspiratorial smile. With the slight change in his face, there was suddenly slightly more warmth in his voice as he continued. “But it is, in my experience, passion that makes a great doctor, which you seem to have in bounds.”
== Tag Sydesh! ==
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 20:55 (08:55 PM)