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Roger sat in his clinic, in the base where Stargate HQ was located, somewhere near Colorado Springs. It was to be his last official day on Earth, and he was unsure how he felt about that. 

He had spent the last hour cleaning the clinic, finishing paperwork and requisitions, and reading through crew files. He had a pretty good grasp of what lie ahead, health and psychology wise, for each member of his new working family.  Now, though, it was time for his first intake physical. He would do a few today, a few tomorrow, and the rest throughout the week-on a new, forgein soil. He was a man of science, though, and in his experience, science was the same everywhere. 

He stood up, after wiping the exam table with an antibacterial wipe. He put on his white jacket, washed his hands, put on his stethescope, and put a pen in his pocket. He was ready. 

He moved to the door, and exited to the hallway, turning towards the waiting area, where his patient was waiting. He spoke, a smile on his face.

Hello! So you're first, huh? Well, allonz-y. Let's go! 


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[James Calmara]

Calamra slowed sightly, an unconscious act, as he neared the infirmary. Like most people he viewed this as the place were you ended up when something had gone wrong, in some cases badly wrong. But it was also a place of healing and good news. The brace on his right wrist was catching on the sleave cuff again. He was hoping to be rid of it in this session, even though his travel was nit dependant on that fact it would be a boost to be rid of it.

The thought of skiping out of this was not one he entertained for to long. A medic for an XO could be thanked for that, on that note he turned into to the room and strode forward with a little more purpose. A customary and respectful tap on the door before he swung it open.



Hello! So you're first, huh? Well, allonz-y. Let's go!


The Docs cheery air was enough to rase a grin across his features. "I guess I am, got to make sure I'm in good form. Who knows whats waiting for me on the other side.". He responded as he stepped forward but did not sit or attempt to. He guesses the Doc might have a series of tests the would not require him to be sat.

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I guess I am, got to make sure I'm in good form. Who knows whats waiting for me on the other side. Roger nodded as he led this man into the exam room. He extracted a gown from one of the cabinets and handed it to the man. 

Here you are. Slip into this, and I will be right with you. Only take off your clothing above the waist for now. Roger instructed. These appointments were meant to be very basic, to identify those would benefit from more advanced screenings later. He stepped out so that James could change, and then returned a few minutes later after downing a glass of water and re-sanitizing his hands. The cleanliness of his office-and his body-was important, not just on a personal level, but on a professional one, as well. It wouldn't do to be the doctor that sickened everyone. He knocked on the door again, and then entered when James gave him the go-ahead. 

He nodded to the man, and indicated the waiting exam table. 

You may sit down, if you like. I know that you're used to military doctors, where you stand for the whole physical, but if you feel more comfortable seated, then by all means. He paused, and pulled the mini notepad and pen from his pocket, and looked at the manila file in his hand. 

Sargeant James Calamara, US Air Force. Interesting service record. Well, today is very straightforward. A basic physical, and then a chat, and a quick psych eval. It should be less than an hour. Oh, and I'll need a bit of blood. First question, anything in particular worrisome lately?! Any bumps, brusies, etc, that need a looksee? I read about your injury. I will take a look at your arm today, as well, see if we can get you out of that brace for the mission. With that,  he pulled out his stethescope, and pressed it to James's chest. 

Breathe in and out, normally. I just need to see if your heart is well...any family history of heart problems on either side? 

[James Calmara]

Here you are. Slip into this, and I will be right with you. Only take off your clothing above the waist for now.

Calmara bobbed his head as he took the gown from him, all gowns tended to gape but that didn't bother him to much, not that he was vain. But he was an active military man, so in shape, and nothing to be shy about as far as he was concerned. Pulling the olive drab shirt gingerly over his right arm before folding it and laying it on the side, same with the t-shirt, he was at work so orderliness was the name of the game. He slipped the gown on, but remained standing. "All clear." He called in a cheery tone at the tap from the Doc.

Calmara half hopped half slid on to the exam table, a welcome change to sit, one he did not turn down. He smirked and snorted a little at the 'interesting service record' comment, then again any SG person who went thought the gate would likely have that said about them, and the Doc had likely seen a few. The engineer had nodded at the itinary for the examination, normal for resuming active duty, transferring posts, ect, ect.

He shook his head when asked about the usual cuts and bruses, Nothings springing to mind, ohh there might be a bit on my right shoulder I got I to the habit of propping things like doors open with it to give the arm a rest. There'll be scar tissue on that shoulder as well, old wound. As for blood take as much as you need, seriously if a bag would halp the base or experdition stocks take it."

The stethscope was cold as usual, he performed the usual breaths when required in between he answered the question posed. "No, no problems that I know of heart wise. Mom and Dad are still alive and kicking. So is Nana Grace on my mums side, ninety-three this year.

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Roger was please as punch to have such a willing patient. Usually, they regarded this appointment-and him in general-as a miserable distraction to thier day. But Roger sort of understood that-if he were planning to leave the planet-hell, the GALAXY-for an extended period of time, he would always have other things on his mind. Thruth be told, he had other things on his mind. Two of them, specifically, both female. He hated to leave his family behind. He would miss Minnie's first steps, and her first words. He wasn't dealing well with the idea. But he HAD volunteered, and he and Lucy, who was a federal agent and had full clearances, had discussed it ad naeasum, so he was pretty sure he was doing the right thing. Still, it wasn't going to be easy. 

He chuckled a bit as Sgt. Calmara sat with gusto. He realized that the man probably got few occassions to sit, so he was pleased to provide him that. As Roger began his physical, James answered his questions. 

Nothings springing to mind, ohh there might be a bit on my right shoulder I got I to the habit of propping things like doors open with it to give the arm a rest. There'll be scar tissue on that shoulder as well, old wound. As for blood take as much as you need, seriously if a bag would halp the base or experdition stocks take a bag. . Roger nodded. That was good to know. 

I will keep that in mind. For now, I just need two vials-one for examination, and one to hold for later testing...in case of your death. Roger never parsed words with his military charges. They knew that they were facing danger, and he didn't feel that it was necessary for him to pretend otherwise. 

No, no problems that I know of heart wise. Mom and Dad are still alive and kicking. So is Nana Grace on my mums side, ninety-three this year.
Roger nodded, moving the stethescope from chest to back. 

Wonderful. Any siblings?! Also, family history of any other medical problems? Cancers? Diabetes? Roger observed and listened, dropping his scope, and picking up the small reflex hammer. With a quick tap to each of Jame's knees and elbows, he noted that the man's reflexes were quick. 

Good, fast reflexes. Ok, let me see those ears and eyes. Roger always took vitals last, after his patient had been calmed that there was nothing wrong with him. 

[James Calmara]

"No, no siblings, only child." Calmara answered quickly, he'd always wondered why had for years while growing up especialy in his teens, with all the other kids having young and older siblings. But he never asked then what fifteen year-old does asked those questions. it was only when he was mid- twenties and well into his Air Force carrer did he ask. The answer he got shocked him but made sense. Harrisons follow up question seemed to lead him to explain, it likely wasn't meant that way, but. " As for heath problems my dad had started suffering with Sciatica in recent years, down his right side, mom thought it was a stroke at first with really scared her, Nothing really apart from that."

He grinned at the good reflex comment. "Keep's me in one piece and out of trouble mostly. Apart from the arm, grabbed a panel that was about to fall 'cos a kid of an airman had loosened the bolts a little to much. it still fell but pulled my arm over with it, Result: busted arm." He announced with a shrug, "Problem is with things like that I end up getting stuck with all the paper work jobs, but someones got to do it I guess. At least this way I got more of a say in the enlisted personnel for the up coming Expedition, which means we should be okay. but you can never really judge a person by whats written on a sheet of paper." He stopped talking for moment and poked the edge of his tounge through his teeth. "That's one thing about the enlisted we can gripe until the end of time, and so it should be. But you proabl;y have more questions."

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Roger was always pleased when his patients were as willing to work with him as this young man. As he ran his tests, and listened-Roger had learned long ago that you can find out a lot about a person just by listening, not just to thier words, but also thier infletcion, intonation, and word choice-he heard the earnst in James' voice. 

No, no siblings, only child....As for heath problems my dad had started suffering with Sciatica in recent years, down his right side, mom thought it was a stroke at first with really scared her, Nothing really apart from that. That was good to know-Roger wouldn't have to look for a possible chronic hereditary problem. He nodded, and murmured a response as he raised a finger to James' face. 

Follow my finger with your eyes only, don't move your head. I am sure it scared your mother; it would scare ME...I am glad he's OK, though. He spoke as he raised his finger up, then down, then right to left as if making the Catholic Sign of the Cross. No problems with your focus or periphreial vision. Have you ever worn glasses? Contact lenses? Any history of that in the family? He had be more aware of vision problems in the people who handled the planes. 

James commented on his good reflexes. 

"Keep's me in one piece and out of trouble mostly. Apart from the arm, grabbed a panel that was about to fall 'cos a kid of an airman had loosened the bolts a little to much. it still fell but pulled my arm over with it, Result: busted arm...Problem is with things like that I end up getting stuck with all the paper work jobs, but someones got to do it I guess. At least this way I got more of a say in the enlisted personnel for the up coming Expedition, which means we should be okay. but you can never really judge a person by whats written on a sheet of paper. That's one thing about the enlisted we can gripe until the end of time, and so it should be. But you proabl;y have more questions." Roger chuckled heartily. 

That is a good attitude to keep. One more vision test, then I'll move on to that arm. Use your left hand for this one. Bring it from your nose, touch one cheek, then the other. Now your right shoulder. Great. You can drop it. Roger made some notations. Now, I read that the physical scratches were healed up, but how's the pain? Take off the brace, if you can, and let me see how you can move it. Try to turn your arm out, so that the inside is up....now the other way...make a fist. Great. Bend at the elbow. Raise it up over your head. Nice. Any pain at any point?! Even a slight bit? After this, they has just a few more exams, a quick psych chat, and then a blood draw. Things were progressing nicely, and he was glad to pass one new crew mate on to the Gate. 

[James Calmara]

No problems with your focus or periphreial vision. Have you ever worn glasses? Contact lenses? Any history of that in the family? The engineer shook his head at the questions before he responded verbaly. "No problems with either that I can tell. Parents do wear glasses though, mom at about fiftys, dad started recently and he's early sixtys. So I go a few years before I have to start with contacts or take a different career path." He half joked, knowing full well that once he hit a certain point in his physical condition there was no way he could continue going though the gate. But best not to dwell on that.

He performed the little routine of tapping various parts of his face, which prompted the grin to return. "I'm sure you medics and Docs come up with these actions to get a kick or amuse." He jibbed Harrison a little, before they moved on to the arm.   Now, I read that the physical scratches were healed up, but how's the pain? "I still get the odd twinges when I try and move certain ways." He admited honestly.   Take off the brace, if you can, and let me see how you can move it. Try to turn your arm out, so that the inside is up.... a slight grimice as a twinge shot down his arm once it was all the way over. now the other way... That bit wasn't to bad, felt more natural. make a fist. Great. Bend at the elbow. Raise it up over your head. He made it thought the last three moves with no pain untill the very end, a slight twinge when at full extention. [ color=red] Nice. Any pain at any point?! Even a slight bit? [/color] There was the odd twinge when at full rotation clockwise and when held above my head. Out of ten I'd give it a three or four." He commented, it felt a little strange to have the brace off, but a welcome change. He hopped that it wouldn't be going back on.

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Roger was pleased at the progress. This was moving right along. 

No problems with either that I can tell. Parents do wear glasses though, mom at about fiftys, dad started recently and he's early sixtys. So I go a few years before I have to start with contacts or take a different career path. Roger smiled. James certainly seemed like he was taking it all in stride. He had a good attitude, and that would take him far in life, he knew. 

Your files indicated as much. Your last eye exam was 6 months ago, right?Air Force annual exam. I trust their results.

I still get the odd twinges when I try and move certain ways. and when held above my head. Out of ten I'd give it a three or four. Roger nodded. He vsually examined James injury. He nodded. Ok, I think you can stay out of the sling..BUT. You will do some exercises. I will give you a handout later. Now, be very careful in your use, and STOP when it feels uncomfortable. You can take some ibuprofen for the pain, and resume your normal exercises just as you feel up to it. But again, stop when it's uncomfortable. Any questions about that? 



Roger grabbed his penlight as James continued. 

I'm sure you medics and Docs come up with these actions to get a kick or amuse. Roger chuckled. 

Youve figured it out, Mr. Calmara. But please, don't spoil my fun and tell people, Roger replied back. He tokok the penlight, and checked James ears, throat, and eyes. Pupils dialated and contracted normally. His ears were empty of excess wax, and no signs of infection were spotted in James's mouth. It was time for vitals. 

Ok, time for Vitals. Step onto the scale, please, and let's see how the food at he base has been treating you...

Tag, you're it. 

[James Calmara]

The engineer bobbed his head, manqging to time each one so his head was down momentarily at the end of a sentance from the Doc. It was the usual, work it out but don't push to hard talk. He shook his head when asked for questions before lauching into an oversimplified read back of his instructions, force of habit and one he hoped wouldn't cause the Doc any offence. "Exercise it, start using it, first sign of pain ease off and hit the pain pills, start the cycle again, hope for better look."

He sat and followed a few more instructions as the eye, ear, and throat part of the exam went on. These methods seemed so simple and ordinary, he remembered asking a a medic why, the first part of the answer he didn't understand, the second part he did, covering all the bases. His trust in the medical staff at Delta had been absolute. So far Doc Harrison seemed like a Doc he could actually talk to, which was a good thing.

Height and weight was next up with a comment on how the food was. James smirked, a running joke with the millitary was food quality. But that's all there was so Calmara added as he stepped over to the scales. "I ate what was put in front of me, a few extra bits off and on, off base. But kept up exercise program, stay read, a little mores of late so proably gainned a pound or two."

Stepping off the scales he shiftd back over to the exam table and pushed himself up taking a seat once more as far as he could tell that was probably it for the physical stuff, next was likely a trip down the hall to the shrink, just procedure they said, then again those people had help hugely keeping SGC staff almost grounded. For that ue was thankful. However no way was he making a move for the door without an instruction first, force of habit.

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The exam was moving along swimmingly.

Exercise it, start using it, first sign of pain ease off and hit the pain pills, start the cycle again, hope for better look. Roger nodded. 

You've got it! And feel free to report to me if you need some further help with the exercises or anything...even pain management. He went on, finishing the bulk of the exam. 

I ate what was put in front of me, a few extra bits off and on, off base. But kept up exercise program, stay read, a little mores of late so proably gainned a pound or two. Roger nodded. 

Well, one or two is fine, in either direction...And that is good. Keeping your weight steady will help your overall health later in life. He mentioned this, to remind the man to always keep healthy and without a lecture. 

Finally, the exam was mostly over, and Roger gathered his things to step out so James could change. 

I will be doing your psych eval, so stay put...but you may dress. I also have a few more questions to conclude the exam.With that, Roger stepped out to start adding things to James's chart. 

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[James Calmara]

The exam seemed to be proceeding well, not to many lectures this time. Then again he'd had time on earth, training duties, most of that was actually regular hours, or what passed for regular as far as the millitary went. Oh sure there had been the odd night and early hour readiness drills, but caffeine was his friend and allie at those times.

A few months into this expedition, and that might change, not that he was a pessimist, just a realist. Times might get tough in the very near future, all the more reason to be in shape now, he guessed. "Okay Doc." The engineer responded simply if with a little note of hesitation, at the instruction to get dressed but not to leave just yet. Then he remembered, he had the psych eval portion to go. As he pulled the gown from him and hung it up pulling on the green flanel shirt, his mind didn't go to excuses or anything like that, considering he knew such things were needed both from personal experience and of observing the positive effect and aid it gave to a certain brunette officer friend of his, he just reminded himself to be honest. As he hit the second to top button on the shirt he called out. "suited and booted, doc, ready when you are."

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Roger stood, bent over the edge of his desk, finishing James's file as the man dressed. He was wearing his reading glasses, which he'd forgotten to put on when he started the exam. He hoped he could read his own notes. SO far, so good. 

suited and booted, doc, ready when you are. Roger looked up, and then put his pen down, sanitized his hands, and entered the room. 

Great. Have a seat, he said, settling in himself. He got another pen from the drawer-what a dummy, leaving his other one-and looked at James. 

So just a few questions before I begin the psychological exam. Um...sensitive question, but I need to know what tests to run. Are you currently sexually active?! And if so, are you being careful? If Roger were anyone else, he would be blushing by now. But he was a doctor, and it was serious stuff. Roger wasn't looking to out anyone, or cause problems. But he needed to keep his people safe and healthy, and that included in thier intimate relationships. 

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[James Calmara]

Taking the empty chair, a smirk spread across his face the moment he heared the phrase 'sensitive question'. Every time, he smirked, with his peers the subject was easy. But when he was asked that question by a doctor or someone in authority, even at his level of experience and stage in life, he smirked.  

"No Doc, it's got to be nearly ten months since I was last active sexualy. But I was carefull."He admited with a shake of his head, "I guess cos I've been on assignment with the iliad, and then the last few months have been busy, busy, with preparations and you don't really need to know why do you." Calmara tailed off, he doubted he'd be the last today to babble on. Still he was carefull to keep any mention of a certain brunette pilot from passing his lips. He flexed and contracted the palm of his right hand waiting for the next question. He suspected it would have to do with drink habits, but he could be wrong.

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Roger was glad that James didn't get embarassed or blush or even upset at his question. It WAS necessary, and would be the only "personal" question this go-round. He nodded at James's answer. 

No Doc, it's got to be nearly ten months since I was last active sexualy. But I was carefull. I guess cos I've been on assignment with the iliad, and then the last few months have been busy, busy, with preparations and you don't really need to know why do you. Roger just shook his head. 

No, I don't need to know why. Just that I don't need to test you for disease or anything. If YOU do find someone in space that sparks your interest, I can offer you the proper methods for safety and birth control...that sort of thing, alright? Now that that is out of the way.... He trailed off for a moment, regaining his composure. He spoke once more. 

How are you feeling about this mission? Anxiety? Anything going on personally that might hinder your performance? Oh, and I must remind you that whatever you tell me will NOT leave this room. IT is a safe place, here, and I am willing to discuss anything. So far, I've not met a topic I couldn't handle. And when working with Feds, it was not uncommon to hear some outrageous things. 

(OOC: 10 months?! Go, James! LOL...and I think I had a dyslexic moment somewhere, but I can't find it, so....)