The days are becoming a blur, I've trouble telling morning from evening. The last few days, I've been woken up by a knock on my door, moments after I've finally gotten sleep. It feels like a cruel joke.
Guests and patients have been coming one after the other, I barely have time for myself and it has kept me busy. It's been both good, as well as slightly unfortunate. On one hand, being occupied keeps me from the short spells of insanity, I believe that the need to keep my reputation and name clean has kept me in place while people visit. On the other, I've had no time to actually study it and have gotten no closer to explaining the phenomenon.
I've been making poor choices. The delivery that comes here each week will have to be canceled and I may have to talk to miss Fletcher about reduced pay. I'll gain nothing for the lesson I've offered, nor for the treatments I've offered the dwarves. Perhaps I should have insisted that master Maurr take coin for what he's been doing instead of agreeing to this. While these trades spare me some labour, I'm beginning to doubt if so many should've been made. What good is to have your garden and house prepared for winter if I'll be unable to pay the cost of the property? I'll have to endure.
The delivery next week will be the last and I'll go over the expenses and decide what I can carry on without. I'll have to stretch my food and supplies to the best of my abilities. With luck, some food can be gathered from that hunting trip, which then could be prepared and added to the winter preserves.
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Patient: Man, male, adult
Symptoms: A burn
Treatment: Soothing salve
Meeting:
A man came by, asking for something to soothe his burn. The man was unwilling to show me his injury, so I instructed him to keep a close eye on the healing process and return if he notices any infection.
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I met the neighbour while fetching water. He tells me there's a gathering for Harvestmath in the village over. There seems to be much talk about this festival lately and people are getting excited. It's a land of farmers, the time of harvest is important.
My neighbour said that I'm meant to dress up in a costume for this gathering, but gave me no answer when I asked what the traditional attire is. I'll have to inquire more if I'm to attend. May do well for business if I mingle more when there are local gatherings such as these. It worked well for father. Perhaps this shall be similar to the masquerades.
Fiontann believes that the Men of old still walk among us and claims to have known some, even having fought beside them. If this is true, I'll have to inquire about meeting such a Man and ask them for what I need to complete my work.
