As a Starfleet Medical officer, I am called upon to perform any type of duty from major head traumas - well I haven't been asked yet, but I still could be - through to putting an adhesive pad on a skinned elbow. On DS14, Sickbay is located on Level 70, although my duties usually take me to Level 71, where I carry out medical experiments, grow cultures, study and try to develop vaccines and antitoxins. From time to time, Level 71 does see patients, usually the lesser injuries and illnesses, overspilled from Deck 70.
It seems to me that DS14's Medical Department don't want to give me the important stuff to do. I just potter round, doing my own thing, until Doctor Valt or Nurse Dallas get in a flap and shout for help. If there is nobody else to answer them, they ask for me. Doctor Valt is the head doctor in our department, and she is a Vidiian. I didn't know much about this species, because she came originally from the Delta Quadrant. When I researched the species, with the information gained by USS Voyager, it seems they suffered from some horrific disease called "The Phage". Apparently, they had to steal body parts and skin off other people to stay alive. It makes my teeth tingle to think of it. Doctor Valt has never asked me for any of my body parts, thank the Nagus!
Recently, the Vulcan Ambassador on DS14, Serecke got into a spot of bother with some Romulans. He mind melded with me, and we have somehow become linked telepathically. He passes me information and I hold onto it for him, until he needs it. At first, I was really scared by dreams which were not mine and rogue thoughts, but perhaps this will be a unique thing just for me. The first Ferengi to have a Vulcan mind meld with him. I may become famous out of this. Excellent!
My favourite experiments involve mushrooms, mycids and fungi of various descriptions. I know that if you take spores and mix them, you can make vaccines out of the results. Also, if they are not poisonous, the cross breeds make good eating!
Miss Emmie, the proprietor of "French Fare" regularly drops in. She is, what's known in my trade, a hypochondriac. If she sneezes, she is convinced she is on her death bed. If she coughs, she believes she has pneumonia. A slight cut, and she wants me to graft on a new limb! Although she is a civilian, she does have a Starfleet record, as she served on Starships before she arrived here on Altor II. She suffered a nervous breakdown a few years ago, and as a result, she is really afraid of any illness however minor.
Well, that's about it for my workplace. No doubt I'll see you there sometime, when you are feeling "under the weather", as you Hew-mons say.
