Counselor/Medical Officer's Log #19 - "The One With The Tribbles"

Posted on 17 Feb 2014 @ 7:04pm by Lieutenant JG Delainey Carlisle
Edited on 17 Feb 2014 @ 7:17pm

223 words; about a 1 minute read

I've adopted a pair of tribbles that would have otherwise been eaten.

I can't decide...does this make me compassionate, or this century's version of the Crazy Cat Lady? I've heard of the Crazy Cat Lady, but not the Crazy Tribble Lady, so I'm choosing to believe my decision to adopt someone's groceries does not reflect desperation over my potential spinsterhood, but is instead a not so terrible aspect of Delainey Carlisle.

*sigh*

I think it's the babies that did me in. I LOVE any time I spend taking care of women and their unborn babies. It does make me happy to nurture others on the verge of creating their own families, and I can't imagine ever not taking advantage of any opportunity to be a part of that.

But...I can't deny when the shift is over, and the mothers and their bellies and babies are gone, a part of me feels empty too. Like I've given away all my joy and the only thing I have left are reminders of the bellies and the babies I don't have. It's against counselor optimism to proclaim what I expect from the future, but if I'm truly honest, I suppose I fear I will never have the bellies and the babies of my own.

And apparently, out of my fear comes tribbles.

Who knew?

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