Patient: Man, female, young adult
Syndrome: Severe itching on her arms, inability to eat due to smells
Treatment: Cooling salve, lavender oil, change of diet (small portions)
A patient came by with an unusual condition. She claims that any scent of food makes her nauseous and that she's only been able to survive on toast and tea. I'm still uncertain how she's managed such a feat, if it has been consistent from a young age.
The woman complained about her arms itching, describing them as insects crawling underneath her skin. Much of it is superficial, but scarring is evident. I've supplied her with a cooling salve that should aid in calming the sensation and if she follow my advice on wearing gloves, her arm might have a chance to heal.
I have offered her to visit through the week for regular meals, it might help in keeping track of her intake and her body's response.
A test was made using concentrated lavender oil, a drop placed underneath each nostril as means to block out the scent of the food itself. It was successful and the cooked bone broth was eaten.
I have informed Catalinna of the patient's needs and for now broth and simple soups should aid in correcting the woman's diet.
In the past week or two I've forced myself to visit the town more often, as uncomfortable as it makes me. I find myself without a project too often or something to occupy my time or mind. There is a lack in stimuli and I believe it's the reason I've tried to seek company within the busy tavern. Oddly enough, the noise helps to occupy my mind, focus it and give me something to observe.
I've spoken with a couple of people while visiting, some odder than others. I have listened and exchanged words in a manner fitting the social convention, though some have caught me off-guard with strange, unexpected comments.
I cannot say I enjoy when the pattern of conversation is broken, but it was interesting enough to observe. People can still be unpredictable in their behaviour, this much I've seen. Other conversations have been less engaging and dulled the mind.
The man continues to come by seeking pain relief. He's been coming more often than I would expect. I do not look forward to telling him that I cannot supply him within such a short span of time. It would almost be kinder to poison his medicine and bring a permanent relief to his suffering.
Revisit:
* Red Tincture
* Gold
* Black Powder
* Medicinal Cooking
