I have succumbed to the Vulcan Chest Plague, though it seems to have dwindled to a minor scourge. If the crew expected to mount their mutiny while I was down, having caught it last, they were sorely mistaken.
I am grateful for Nurse Bibeau's assistance yesterday. The crackle in the Chief Engineer's lungs is, no doubt, clearing up sooner because of her early intervention. I am skeptical of the hot toddy provided by the Morale Officer, though the Chief Engineer was seen attempting to recreate the concoction in the galley in the wee hours. (jk) Must see about increasing security around the liquor cabinet. (also, jk)
Note to the Ship's Counselor: Echinacea ineffective against Vulcan Chest Plague.
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