The fever has lingered for over a week now and while it's turned milder, I don't see an end to it yet. I'm still uncertain on the cause, but I suspect this to be the flu.
I've been medicating with garlic juice, broccoli and Brussels sprouts. While I do not care much for honey, going over my father's notes shows that I should be adding it to my diet as well. Perhaps I'll begin to mix it with my tea, as Doc does.
I've been able to get out of bed proper for the past two or three days, I have also managed to get some work done. I still feel light headed and not fully myself. There is a continuous headache and I'm always warm, stomach unwell and my body constantly tired. It was a miracle on its own that I was able to sit and enjoy the company that arrived the previous night.
I'm still surprised by it. Within an hour, the infirmary was filled with guests, mostly dwarves, along with miss Winkle and miss Sol. It brought a strange sense of joy and sorrow as well, knowing that Bíld shall be departing from these lands in a few days. The evening turned into a simple feast of farewell, as is common in social groups.
* Find something to thank madam Denton.
* Consider a visit to the young miss Blackburrow.
* Study Doc's logs, make notes.
* Study Bíld's logs, make notes.
* Thank Sol.
* Clean up dead mice.
* Look into business with mister Berengar - Debt paid.
* Visit the market, buy recipe book, set up a date with miss Winkle.
It's still unclear whether my mood is from the fever or something else. There was an interesting conversation between myself and Doc, one I hadn't expected. We have more in common than I first realized and it has brought certain comfort.
I've been encouraged by Sol to step out of the infirmary, she's not the first to suggest this and I've felt trapped as of late. My work has become my prison, yet I'm uncertain where I'd go or if I'd be at ease leaving the infirmary for long. I'll consider this further once my fever has passed.
