DAY 4: Oh, god, I got next to nothing done, except, like, snapping everything to the grid so it looks pretty.
DAY 5: 2,457 words.
You have one more option. You didn't want to do this. You put both hands on your desk, wait for it to scan your palms and verify that you're the station's Medical officer, and you call up the [[Crew Vitals Access Manifest|manifest destiny]] HUD. The CVAM shows a three-dimensional display of the Al-Biruni. All of the 42 crew members and their locations should be marked, along with their heart rate, pulse ox, body temperature, and blood pressure, as well as the status of their connection to the Cortex, the better to catch people slacking off.
(You're not supposed to have access to this. It sure isn't in the Matryoshka Maintenance Medical Officer's Manual. (The MMMOM.) Back when you and Maryam were still speaking, she helped you fix the connection between the auto-surgery software and your cortical implant, and the two of you uncovered the CVAM deep in the registry files.)
I spent the morning before I went to work writing, went to work, and came home and got to typing it up. Then my computer BSOD'd (it does that. it's awful.) and I lost all my progress, so I had to re -type everything. I guess it helped, though; there was a lot of stuff in there I didn't need to code in. Also, I have discovered that I cannot fucking spell the word "maintenance" for the life of me.
Tomorrow: write more. Make the doctor more of a doctor.