Patient: Dwarf, male, unknown
Symptoms: Headache that has lasted for a week.
Treatment: Valerian Root Tea. Taken morning, noon and evening.
Meeting: Three days if symptoms do not change.
A dwarf came in seeking something for his headache. I don't recall his name, but I believe it's the same one that's staying with miss Rushwood.
He was unable to give me much information and asking him questions resulted in odd grunts and short replies. With no information on what may be causing his ache, I've given him a tea blend of Valerian Root. If it doesn't help, the problem lies somewhere else.
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Patient: Human, male, middle-aged
Symptoms: Hunting accident - stag, an open wound on the upper right arm.
Treatment: Stitches
Meeting:
Another one whose name I've not managed to put into memory. He came in seeking aid for his arm. Me and master Madd Doc were both present to treat him. While Doc seemed willing to clean the would, he had me stitch it. Not sure whether it was to give me the work, or if he didn't want to do it. Might have been for the better in the long run, Doc did manage to keep the man distracted with the conversation.
I'm not sure why, but he seemed very keen that we knew that he'd be meeting miss Blackburrow. At least, she was mentioned rather often by him. I did learn that she's happy.
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It was only a matter of time until Doc would get upset with me. I made the mistake of trying to speak with him on what's been going on. It only resulted in another spell of insanity that he had to witness. If it hadn't been for the patient coming in, I'm not sure how long this would have lasted.
Even when I know it's happening, I can't do much to stop it. My fear takes over, and my mind begins to focus on the wrong thing, thinking those around me are there to harm- and steal from me.
The dwarf remained uneasy around me for the rest of the evening. I think he was thankful for the man arriving, as I doubt that he wanted to be left alone with me. That look and his avoidance, it made the night harder to get through. I begin to wonder if he'll dare come back again, unless he has company with him. It seems he's arrived.
I've been on edge. Miss Sol Hilda came by and invited me to her home for a meal. I needed to get out, and so I accepted, and yet as I sat in her home with a meal in front of him, I didn't trust it. Part of me was certain it was poisoned, but there was no reason for it. I argued with myself for long. Still logic didn't win. I can't remember eating much there.
She told me she had bought new clothing and wanted me to see it, judge the dress she had gotten. When I inquired why I was asked to do so, she told me it's because I wouldn't lie to her. Reasonable enough.
Hilda then mentioned dance, or rather how people who dressed so finely would do so. Made me think back on the times father would take brother and me to the gatherings he was often invited to. I offered to dance with her.
I've realized now that there's something calming about the act. I stopped thinking, my mind no longer screamed, and I could simply focus on the steps and teaching her to move along with me.
I remember that this was something I could do, a social interaction that did not end in misery. Steps and silence, nothing more is needed, blending in the crowd to a point that you belong. It's when I speak that someone will end up feeling upset.
Teaching, it's something that keeps my mind occupied. I feel focused and able; no strange thoughts tugging at me. I just don't have enough to teach. Perhaps I should find the girl again and see if she still needs to learn her letters or offer such a lesson to others. I could teach some simple medicine and care, given there are so many adventurers. I even begin to wonder if people might want to learn the dances of southern nobleborns. Can't say I know what sort of dances are used here in the north, where there are no lords or ladies that hold such grand gatherings.
Walks have helped as well, I should make a habit of it.
