*A collection of small notes that have been bundled together*
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Patient: Human, female, age unknown
Symptoms: Muscle cramps and aches
Treatment: Chamomile tea- and oil. White Willow Bark.
Meeting:
A young woman sought me out, by the suggestion of master Bíld, seeking medicine for her ill mother. Chamomile tea and oil has been provided to work against the cramps and involuntary spasms, as the girl described. Willow Bark was added to help against the pain.
The items were given as a favour to the dwarf. When trading was mentioned the girl seemed to suggest that she could, by her words, "Get rid of someone" for me. A rather odd thing to admit to a stranger and she has the false belief that she's immune to the Watch. I have my doubts that there is any truth to her claim and rather said as means to startle me or frighten, warn me and subtly threaten. It's hard to say. Don't believe that anyone who'd take on such work would admit it so openly. Might as well walk into the garrison and ask the Watchmen to prepare the noose.
Maybe it's a sense of power to say something like that, to try and strike fear and worry into those around. To make them believe that if they displease, they can be killed. To glorify murder, I still find it strange and pointless.
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Miss Rushwood came by. It appears that she had lost her medicine due to unfortunate events, a brigand taking off with it and her money. She sat down for tea and I offered some pie, sent by the Hobbits of Buckland. At least it's not going to waste.
It still confuses me why she thought it would be a problem to admit her loss. I've had many who have misplaced or dropped their medicine and need it replaced. I've agreed to provide more in exchange for some socks for myself and the staff, as was suggested by miss Sol. With winter around the corner, it's better to be prepared, should the floors be much colder than I expect. I've never spent a winter so far north, I'll have to take every precaution.
I spoke further with miss Rushwood and learned a few things. I should be more thoughtful of what I ask, as some things are more personal than others. I've made my apology for it and did not linger on the subject. I need remember to take a moment to think on my questions before asking them, people are easily ashamed and embarrassed.
The woman appears to be stuck in her thoughts, unable to think of solutions. She told me that she wished to dance, but unable to. I've shown her that by using the support of her partner, she is well able to follow along in a slow dance, while her partner is willing to carry the added weight to spare her leg.
It feels foolish now, as she expressed no desire to go out and dance. Having no interest in dancing with 'strange men', as I believe she worded it. I must have misunderstood her desire when it came to the activity.
I'm not certain whether she felt the visit worth it, as I seem to have upset her more or embarrassed than anything else. She did seem to enjoy the golden flakes I gave her. Good to be rid of the vial as well. I've little use for it currently. The woman appeared happy with the gift, after making mention that gifts were lacking.
She cried, to some extent. At first I thought her upset, but they were tears of joy. It's an irritable effect, makes it harder to tell whether a person is upset or happy and I must assume the former first.
Saying that company has been 'interesting' does not sit well with people. At least it sounded as if miss Rushwood was upset when I made the mention when she departed. Another thing I must consider when in company.
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Remdir came by, asking me to join him outside. He had a gift for me, though it's far from anything I'd expect. Yet, at the same time, it was just what you'd expect from him. He has brought me an orc corpse, recalling my interest of wanting to study these creatures.
I'm surprised he bothered. The body is fresh and still, it smells like it has been rotting for weeks. I may have to offer Ruevir to take one of the beds in the infirmary while I keep the body.
She took great interest in the body I borrowed from the Undertaker, I'd say she was even excited. The woman asked questions, more than she has so far. I'll have to get her new gloves and a proper mask so that she doesn't need to borrow mine again when she wants to explore the innards herself.
The man died from swallowing a wasp. His throat swelled up and prevented airflow. I had hoped it was something more interesting, given the sores on his body. I'll still need to make further study why some swell so much while others don't. I've seen this with food as well, mostly nuts, onions, berries and eggs.
Remdir and I talked and I've managed to get rid of the last brew that was given to me by miss Blackburrow. He appeared to enjoy it, even if he does not like the name of the brewer.
I think he helped me realize that I should be content with all that has happened. That while things got strange and complicated, I'm still thankful for having had miss Blackburrow in my life. She gave me experience and a chance to learn. While at times I wish I could have done better for her, I'm certain that she'll find what she needs. All I can do now is to be thankful for what she gave me and the time I had. It's another weight off my mind.
I've learned more about Remdir and he questioned and listened to me in turn. I'll be making more of the sleep elixir for him, as the man appears to be having trouble with his sleep again.
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I still don't feel calm. I'm not sure what I feel. My body still shakes and my mind is all over the place, trying to find some logic. A raven shouldn't speak. It just shouldn't.
I was calm before, but now I'm shaking again, I find no rhyme or reason for this, birds shouldn't speak and still he sat here with me and Maddoct and spoke as any other Man.
I need time to work through this.
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I've been trying to find more about the muscle spasms, but without examining the woman and seeing it for myself, it's hard to decide what is the best action to take. I've not heard from the young woman either.
Master Bíld is returning to his journey. I didn't find it right to ask when he said he was leaving, but master Maddoct has filled me in. I'll hope that his journey goes better than last and he'll be able to reach his destination and find a teacher. I don't hold much hope to learn from him now, should he gather some new information.
I was unaware that both Maddoct and Fiontann were in the main room. Only realized after I heard a ruckus from the front door. Misses Denton came to fetch Maddoct, informing us that something had happened. While in any other circumstances I would have gone as well to tend to such an emergency, I'm not welcomed by the Blackburorws or Dentons, this I know well. I know that if the dwarf wouldn't be able to handle a situation, he'd inform me and ask for aid.
I was informed of miss Blackburrow's situation. An odd fall left her shoulder and head injured, possibly due to the weakened state she was in.
He's asked me to prepare a package for the woman, a sling and some herbal-packs that can be heated or cooled, to soothe the aches in her shoulder. I'll add some White Willow Bark and pouch of the strawberry tea. Perhaps the treat might help, I've observed it working in other cases. That the positive thoughts that come with such, aid the healing process.
I've gone through what I have left and noted it down. There's much that needs to be gathered before winter sets in and I've asked Maddoct to aid me in the matter. I'll close down the infirmary meanwhile. With luck, it'll only be a few days.
Someone just left a basket of apples at my doorstep. I suspect it was miss Rushwood, I noticed her in the yard across the street. I'm not sure why she's done so, but it didn't feel right to go ask.
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