Just another day. None of my patients are dying, that's always good. Had a Gnome come in complaining of a sore wrist, turns out he'd had a small cog lodged in there for years. Popped that sucker right out and stitched him back up in under an hour.
I think I might get a cat. They can be quite useful and Illena mentioned having spotted a large rat in the store front downstairs, which I still haven't managed to rent out.
Plus it would be nice to have some company.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Day Seventy-One
Feeling much better now. It's been a while since I've done that, maybe if I check through my notes I'll find out if I ever developed an effective treatment. I'd make a fortune if I did.
Life goes on, killing time, saving lives, collecting this week's rent. I figured I'd do it weekly, now that the war is over a lot of people are just staying long enough to find out what happened to ther friends and family. I've put together a registry of everyone I've spoken with who's looking for someone, who they were looking for, and where they were going to be looking. Just in case anyone comes looking for them. Apparently the Argent's have been doing something similar.
Life goes on, killing time, saving lives, collecting this week's rent. I figured I'd do it weekly, now that the war is over a lot of people are just staying long enough to find out what happened to ther friends and family. I've put together a registry of everyone I've spoken with who's looking for someone, who they were looking for, and where they were going to be looking. Just in case anyone comes looking for them. Apparently the Argent's have been doing something similar.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Day Seventy
I'm going to sleep tomorrow. This hangover is killing me.
I told myself, 'you're just going to see if it's still open'. Then 'still open' became 'have they changed the menu'? ANd then came 'ooh that looks good' and of course 'better wash that down, wonder what's cheap and effective'.
I don't even know how one judges the effectiveness of beer! Is it based on taste to alchohl content? Maybe it's cost to taste, or a formula taking into consideration the total quantity plus taste over price.
Whatever it is, I bet a Gnome made it boring by figuring it out and writing it down.
I'm a professional and all, but some things should just stay a mystery. Like what Cellan does in the bath that takes so long or which position Ehrnsie likes best.
now I'm turning the lights of. This pain is worse than being stabbed in the leg.
I told myself, 'you're just going to see if it's still open'. Then 'still open' became 'have they changed the menu'? ANd then came 'ooh that looks good' and of course 'better wash that down, wonder what's cheap and effective'.
I don't even know how one judges the effectiveness of beer! Is it based on taste to alchohl content? Maybe it's cost to taste, or a formula taking into consideration the total quantity plus taste over price.
Whatever it is, I bet a Gnome made it boring by figuring it out and writing it down.
I'm a professional and all, but some things should just stay a mystery. Like what Cellan does in the bath that takes so long or which position Ehrnsie likes best.
now I'm turning the lights of. This pain is worse than being stabbed in the leg.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Day Sixty-Nine
*giggles* I remember when I first heard that term. I was mortified.
It was a the week after I turned seventeen. I was still in Dalaran then, some of my classmates were heading to the bar and I'd decided to tag along since I didn't have any homework.
"So Bran, what did you do last night?"
"You know that waitress, the blonde one with the," he made a jiggling motion in front of his chest.
"You didn't."
An exuberant nod was followed by, "And I got some 69 all night long."
I feel kind of stupid in retrospect, but I never had much of an intrest and Dad wasn't the sort to explain things out of thin air.
"What resteraunt did you go too?"
"What?"
"I figure it must be really good if you kept getting it all night, so I figured I ought to try some."
They looked at each other in a mixture of myrth and confusion.
"Laudren, you probably should try some. How bout you come back to my place and I..."
"Shut up Jake. Poor girl probaly doesn't know the first thing."
"First thing about what?"
"Sex!" It was muttered quietly but the enthusiasm wasn't lost in the saying.
"What does 69 have to do with that?"
"It's a way to have sex?"
"Oh."
Honestly, I learned a lot that year. Never applied any..most of it.
I wonder if the pub is still open? I should check it out some time, have a good laugh at the younger students.
It was a the week after I turned seventeen. I was still in Dalaran then, some of my classmates were heading to the bar and I'd decided to tag along since I didn't have any homework.
"So Bran, what did you do last night?"
"You know that waitress, the blonde one with the," he made a jiggling motion in front of his chest.
"You didn't."
An exuberant nod was followed by, "And I got some 69 all night long."
I feel kind of stupid in retrospect, but I never had much of an intrest and Dad wasn't the sort to explain things out of thin air.
"What resteraunt did you go too?"
"What?"
"I figure it must be really good if you kept getting it all night, so I figured I ought to try some."
They looked at each other in a mixture of myrth and confusion.
"Laudren, you probably should try some. How bout you come back to my place and I..."
"Shut up Jake. Poor girl probaly doesn't know the first thing."
"First thing about what?"
"Sex!" It was muttered quietly but the enthusiasm wasn't lost in the saying.
"What does 69 have to do with that?"
"It's a way to have sex?"
"Oh."
Honestly, I learned a lot that year. Never applied any..most of it.
I wonder if the pub is still open? I should check it out some time, have a good laugh at the younger students.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Day Sixty-Eight
For a war that's supposedly over the casualties don't seem to have slacked off.
I'll admit that most of them aren't my problem, and I'm hardly running a field hospital. Most of the folks that get referred to me are folks who have already been treated and brought within livable health conditions. What I get to deal with are the people who don't need healers, or had bad healers.
Take today for instance. I get a Dwarf hunter in from an Argent outpost down in the Dragonblight. All his wounds have been 'healed' for months now, he got mended within hours of the battle. Why would he need treatment?
Some numbskull left half a troll's rib in his chest and just mended over it. I had to cut the poor lad open and remove the filthy thing and then stitch him back up. It wouldn't even have been hard to just take the damn thing out of him in the first place, but some hasty, under-educated twit couldn't be bothered to do his job properly. I bought him a stout flagon and apologized for the immense pain he's had to endure for the last six months.
I think he stopped listening when he realized I was buying him a drink. You've really got to love the simplistic desires of the Dwarven people.
I'll admit that most of them aren't my problem, and I'm hardly running a field hospital. Most of the folks that get referred to me are folks who have already been treated and brought within livable health conditions. What I get to deal with are the people who don't need healers, or had bad healers.
Take today for instance. I get a Dwarf hunter in from an Argent outpost down in the Dragonblight. All his wounds have been 'healed' for months now, he got mended within hours of the battle. Why would he need treatment?
Some numbskull left half a troll's rib in his chest and just mended over it. I had to cut the poor lad open and remove the filthy thing and then stitch him back up. It wouldn't even have been hard to just take the damn thing out of him in the first place, but some hasty, under-educated twit couldn't be bothered to do his job properly. I bought him a stout flagon and apologized for the immense pain he's had to endure for the last six months.
I think he stopped listening when he realized I was buying him a drink. You've really got to love the simplistic desires of the Dwarven people.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Day Sixty-Seven
I've picked up some side work as a medical consultant for the Argent Crusade. Not really sure why they'd need a consultant, seeing as they already have one of the largest medical teams in the region, but I'm glad to be of assistance.
It pretty much means I spend my time looking at wounded paladins and telling them that they'll walk again if they wait to walk again a little longer. Every now and then it means getting some poor kid with the plague and introducing him to undeath in as careful a manner as possible.
For me that means getting preached at a lot by mis informed young men who assume that, just because I'm undead, I'm some sort of infidel villiain. The looks on their faces when I demonstrate otherwise are priceless.
It pretty much means I spend my time looking at wounded paladins and telling them that they'll walk again if they wait to walk again a little longer. Every now and then it means getting some poor kid with the plague and introducing him to undeath in as careful a manner as possible.
For me that means getting preached at a lot by mis informed young men who assume that, just because I'm undead, I'm some sort of infidel villiain. The looks on their faces when I demonstrate otherwise are priceless.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Day Sixty-Two
Sorry, I was...busy.. yeterday. Had some ground rules to lay out for the new tenants; wipe your shoes and pay your bills and the like. Went out to relax, didn't get back 'till late.
Set up my Alchemy equipment on the roof. It's summer, the nights are short and the days are dry. These sorts of oppurtunities don't happen often; Alchemy research under the blueish-grey Northrend sky. And the view is gorgeous.
What's even better is finnally getting to interact with some of the Alliance races again. The people here don't care if you're Human or Undead or even Orc, so long as you mind your own buisness and pay your tab. In fact, if my particular bar tab is any indication, I'd say the local Dwarven community has accepted me as one of their own.
Set up my Alchemy equipment on the roof. It's summer, the nights are short and the days are dry. These sorts of oppurtunities don't happen often; Alchemy research under the blueish-grey Northrend sky. And the view is gorgeous.
What's even better is finnally getting to interact with some of the Alliance races again. The people here don't care if you're Human or Undead or even Orc, so long as you mind your own buisness and pay your tab. In fact, if my particular bar tab is any indication, I'd say the local Dwarven community has accepted me as one of their own.
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