Written By Meriah
Dec. 23, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(3/22/1010 AR)
Damn terrible thing happened at the Clinic. A dockworker had her leg crushed and, sadly, I had to amputate it post-haste.
Her husband was there, holding her hand the whole time. But slowly, over the course of the surgery--
They started bickering. I had to have him removed by an orderly to finish the world and sew up her stump.
When I went to tell the husband we were finished, he had left. Just _left_ her there.
Awful, awful business. Sometimes I don't understand people.
Her husband was there, holding her hand the whole time. But slowly, over the course of the surgery--
They started bickering. I had to have him removed by an orderly to finish the world and sew up her stump.
When I went to tell the husband we were finished, he had left. Just _left_ her there.
Awful, awful business. Sometimes I don't understand people.
Written By Meriah
Dec. 22, 2018, 8:55 p.m.(3/20/1010 AR)
Surgical practices related to the human eye:
Indulge the patient with a cup of bitter red wine. Using a thick flat needle, push directly into the edge of a person’s cornea. The idea is to push the opaque lens back into the lowest part of the eye, which would result in a clear pupil.
Results may include permanent unfocused vision. Enough to read big letters, say, the size of a human head--or enough to plow a field. But unfortunately anything smaller may be out of the question.
Until we can advance our understanding of the body, these treatments are our only recourse.
Indulge the patient with a cup of bitter red wine. Using a thick flat needle, push directly into the edge of a person’s cornea. The idea is to push the opaque lens back into the lowest part of the eye, which would result in a clear pupil.
Results may include permanent unfocused vision. Enough to read big letters, say, the size of a human head--or enough to plow a field. But unfortunately anything smaller may be out of the question.
Until we can advance our understanding of the body, these treatments are our only recourse.
Written By Meriah
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:22 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
Various methods of wound treatment:
Vinegar helps in preventing infection.
Mint is also used in treating venom and wounds.
Myrrh, yarrow, or achillea can as well treat headaches and wounds, especially battle wounds.
Its important to remember that what nature has given us.
All one needs for good medicine is right before your eyes. Or eye (in my own case).
Vinegar helps in preventing infection.
Mint is also used in treating venom and wounds.
Myrrh, yarrow, or achillea can as well treat headaches and wounds, especially battle wounds.
Its important to remember that what nature has given us.
All one needs for good medicine is right before your eyes. Or eye (in my own case).
Written By Meriah
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:19 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
In the event of a stomach ache this physician recommends wormwood, mint, and balm.
Though if the problems persist please visit a local healer and have your diet examined.
Though if the problems persist please visit a local healer and have your diet examined.
Written By Meriah
Nov. 21, 2018, 1:43 p.m.(1/13/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amund
It is amazing how terribly wrong you are and as someone who was attacked by an enemy of the Compact and left mutilated for it I wouldn't do a damn thing different if it meant I could save the same lives, help the same people. Besides, I'm told the eye-patch is a "good look" for me.
That is the truth of Medicine, my friend. It belongs to everyone. It heals the world. Not just our narrow view of the world.
It heals the heart, the soul as much as bones and flesh, as much as it heals disease.
Even a rabid animal--sure you see the irony here yeah?--deserves care.
My sympathies, though, that no one ever taught you that old 'violence begets violence' adage.
It sounds like you don't really like your work, either. Maybe you should take up cooking (you still get to stab things!) or woodworking.
You could make a few more bed frames for the clinic's new addition!
That is the truth of Medicine, my friend. It belongs to everyone. It heals the world. Not just our narrow view of the world.
It heals the heart, the soul as much as bones and flesh, as much as it heals disease.
Even a rabid animal--sure you see the irony here yeah?--deserves care.
My sympathies, though, that no one ever taught you that old 'violence begets violence' adage.
It sounds like you don't really like your work, either. Maybe you should take up cooking (you still get to stab things!) or woodworking.
You could make a few more bed frames for the clinic's new addition!
Written By Meriah
Nov. 20, 2018, 10:55 p.m.(1/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amund
For a man of 'so few words', you certainly are outspoken about your opinions!
But I suppose its easy enough to be so -to the point- when your only sell-able trait is the murder of your fellow human.
Anyway, I'm commandeering your prejudice to draw attention to something that doesn't involve slaughter or poking things or whatever you serious-murderer types get along about:
The condition of the Commons Clinic is commendable but I think we can do better. If anyone is interested in adding another wing to the Clinic or additional floors. Or _anything_ at all to do with bringing good medicine to the people of the Lowers (locals, prodigals, or sad and violent sellswords) please send a missive my way.
I'm in the market for charity lately.
But I suppose its easy enough to be so -to the point- when your only sell-able trait is the murder of your fellow human.
Anyway, I'm commandeering your prejudice to draw attention to something that doesn't involve slaughter or poking things or whatever you serious-murderer types get along about:
The condition of the Commons Clinic is commendable but I think we can do better. If anyone is interested in adding another wing to the Clinic or additional floors. Or _anything_ at all to do with bringing good medicine to the people of the Lowers (locals, prodigals, or sad and violent sellswords) please send a missive my way.
I'm in the market for charity lately.
Written By Meriah
Nov. 19, 2018, 9:57 p.m.(1/10/1010 AR)
I went and I survived and I saw death and I saw pain and sharpness.
And I saw all the things that I feared. Put into me by that Bringer, in that alley, so long ago.
Now that I've returned. Unharmed. I feel--better?
I feel strangely better.
I feel alive with quiet determination.
And I saw all the things that I feared. Put into me by that Bringer, in that alley, so long ago.
Now that I've returned. Unharmed. I feel--better?
I feel strangely better.
I feel alive with quiet determination.
Written By Meriah
Nov. 4, 2018, 10:24 a.m.(12/7/1009 AR)
If you keep coughing up gunk try cinnamon. It helps with colds and flu.
Really cleans out those 'inner decays and slimes.'
Take care of your bodies, damnit. They require upkeep!
Really cleans out those 'inner decays and slimes.'
Take care of your bodies, damnit. They require upkeep!
Written By Meriah
Nov. 4, 2018, 10:22 a.m.(12/7/1009 AR)
If you find your gums bleeding which is a common condition for those who live in the Lowers, try chewing leaves or bark. For long term treatment, consume apples on a regular basis! They help your teeth. Keep them shiny!
And make your breath not so horrible.
And make your breath not so horrible.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Here's a gross one:
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
"Take a live snail and rub its slime against the burn and it will heal."
Gosh does it gross them out too. Ha Ha Ha.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 28, 2018, 8:49 a.m.(11/20/1009 AR)
Recipe for an ointment to cure headaches and pains in the joints:
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
- Take equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek.
- Pound them up, and boil them in butter with celandine and red nettle.
- Keep the mixture in a brass pot until it is a dark red colour.
- Strain it through a cloth and smear on the forehead or aching joints.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 21, 2018, 7:18 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
All this talk about wills. I don't really have anything to leave anyone.
But if someone in the Physicians could look out for Triage? He's a dopey cat but he's sweet.
I don't want him to have to go back to the streets if I die.
He deserves better than that, I think.
But if someone in the Physicians could look out for Triage? He's a dopey cat but he's sweet.
I don't want him to have to go back to the streets if I die.
He deserves better than that, I think.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 15, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Medicine is difficult. It isn't exact. Most of what we know, we learn through observation.
The _sound_ of a cough. Or the _look_ of a complexion.
Really, we learn most of what we know from the dead. Gracious-they-be.
Muscles. Vessels. Organs. Bones.
We owe so much to the dead. Their lessons, their mistakes. Their memories.
Fairchild, sweet girl. I haven't forgotten you. I visit you every chance I get at that little stone.
Your mother is doing fine, she is. I check on her when I'm able.
I make sure she comes in for check ups every so often. I do what I can.
You taught me that I can't win them all. And that was a hard lesson to learn.
But I'll always be grateful to you.
So--Thanks, kid.
The _sound_ of a cough. Or the _look_ of a complexion.
Really, we learn most of what we know from the dead. Gracious-they-be.
Muscles. Vessels. Organs. Bones.
We owe so much to the dead. Their lessons, their mistakes. Their memories.
Fairchild, sweet girl. I haven't forgotten you. I visit you every chance I get at that little stone.
Your mother is doing fine, she is. I check on her when I'm able.
I make sure she comes in for check ups every so often. I do what I can.
You taught me that I can't win them all. And that was a hard lesson to learn.
But I'll always be grateful to you.
So--Thanks, kid.
Written By Meriah
Oct. 7, 2018, 7:42 a.m.(9/25/1009 AR)
The old sawbones wasn't much for words.
He would just sit for long hours sometimes cleaning his surgical tools. He wouldn't even do that thing old people do where they talk under their breath. Or grumble. Or drool. Or whatever.
Anyway, it use to make me feel tense. Like I was holding a breath waiting for something to happen. I guess that's kind of how I feel now with all that's going on.
But I went and saw his grave the other day, the one I arranged for him. I was going to tell him all the things on my mind like I use to when I was a girl; when my father was too drunk to bother and I didn't feel like thinking about my mother. I use to go on and on about childish things or I'd tell him something I learned in a book and he'd nod his head or he'd shake it, and tell me what the book got wrong. He knew once I learned a thing, it stuck like glue. So he was always careful what he taught me.
But I didn't do that this time...
Instead I just sat there.
I just sat there quietly and I could hear the rustle of the grass and the bugs moving on the stones or the birds in the trees. I could hear a woman really far away sobbing and thinking no one heard her and I could hear the steps of a man nearby, watching awkwardly because he heard her.
I felt like the world could go on, even if I just took a second to step back from it; like when you have to take in air between reading paragraphs.
He wasn't much for words, but I guess he always listened. He always listened to me. And maybe it wasn't all selfless. Maybe listening helps ease a heart as much as talking.
Gosh. Still teaching after all this time, you old bastard. I miss you.
He would just sit for long hours sometimes cleaning his surgical tools. He wouldn't even do that thing old people do where they talk under their breath. Or grumble. Or drool. Or whatever.
Anyway, it use to make me feel tense. Like I was holding a breath waiting for something to happen. I guess that's kind of how I feel now with all that's going on.
But I went and saw his grave the other day, the one I arranged for him. I was going to tell him all the things on my mind like I use to when I was a girl; when my father was too drunk to bother and I didn't feel like thinking about my mother. I use to go on and on about childish things or I'd tell him something I learned in a book and he'd nod his head or he'd shake it, and tell me what the book got wrong. He knew once I learned a thing, it stuck like glue. So he was always careful what he taught me.
But I didn't do that this time...
Instead I just sat there.
I just sat there quietly and I could hear the rustle of the grass and the bugs moving on the stones or the birds in the trees. I could hear a woman really far away sobbing and thinking no one heard her and I could hear the steps of a man nearby, watching awkwardly because he heard her.
I felt like the world could go on, even if I just took a second to step back from it; like when you have to take in air between reading paragraphs.
He wasn't much for words, but I guess he always listened. He always listened to me. And maybe it wasn't all selfless. Maybe listening helps ease a heart as much as talking.
Gosh. Still teaching after all this time, you old bastard. I miss you.
Written By Meriah
Aug. 31, 2018, 10:15 p.m.(7/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I got steady pay. Fine robes. A title. A house.
A cat!?
Few months ago I was bumming silver off bums for a slice of bread. Now I'm Master Phyisican Meriah. Don't that beat all?
I'm glad I didn't listen to my gut, that I reached out. You welcomed me. And before this gets sappy or anything. I'm just going to write Thanks.
A good Physician really can heal a lot more than cuts and bruises.
A cat!?
Few months ago I was bumming silver off bums for a slice of bread. Now I'm Master Phyisican Meriah. Don't that beat all?
I'm glad I didn't listen to my gut, that I reached out. You welcomed me. And before this gets sappy or anything. I'm just going to write Thanks.
A good Physician really can heal a lot more than cuts and bruises.
Written By Meriah
Aug. 27, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(6/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Godric
I got you covered, buddy.
Did you hear about the corpse that lost his whole left side to hungry rats?
He’s just alright now!
Was the man upset to be buried alive?
Of corpse he was!
The kids love those ones.
Here's one in honor of the coming Summer.
What do you call a corpse sitting in the sun?
DEAD HEAT!
Did you hear about the corpse that lost his whole left side to hungry rats?
He’s just alright now!
Was the man upset to be buried alive?
Of corpse he was!
The kids love those ones.
Here's one in honor of the coming Summer.
What do you call a corpse sitting in the sun?
DEAD HEAT!
Written By Meriah
Aug. 11, 2018, 8:09 p.m.(5/18/1009 AR)
That one was for you, kid. Black Meriah has still got her edge. Don't let these sniffles think otherwise.
Sorry I wasn't there when you went, but you're alright now. You're alright. I'll try to look out for your ma, in the meanwhile.
Sorry I wasn't there when you went, but you're alright now. You're alright. I'll try to look out for your ma, in the meanwhile.
Written By Meriah
Aug. 4, 2018, 1:39 p.m.(4/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
Sorry about that, Princess.
I am an excitable sort, sometimes. You are a really sweet one for what you do for the Clinic.
I am an excitable sort, sometimes. You are a really sweet one for what you do for the Clinic.
Written By Meriah
July 25, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(4/6/1009 AR)
It has been an interesting few days. Yeah?
The damn cat is fine, I guess.
Mostly I want to just thank the folks who reached out to offer me a place to stay, I have settled on one as Valery has made me her protege and given me a roof over my head. Other things are in the works, a more permanent home, but that's none of your business.
So, he's the folks I want to thank for their offers while I'm writing this down:
Lady Clara Crovane
Princess Valencia Velenosa
Count Philippe Blanchard
Those are some kind folks. Charitable sorts and all that!
The damn cat is fine, I guess.
Mostly I want to just thank the folks who reached out to offer me a place to stay, I have settled on one as Valery has made me her protege and given me a roof over my head. Other things are in the works, a more permanent home, but that's none of your business.
So, he's the folks I want to thank for their offers while I'm writing this down:
Lady Clara Crovane
Princess Valencia Velenosa
Count Philippe Blanchard
Those are some kind folks. Charitable sorts and all that!
Written By Meriah
July 24, 2018, 9:29 a.m.(4/4/1009 AR)
One minute you are having the best and weirdest night of your life then next morning the place you stay is being condemned for 'unsafe' and 'unfit' living conditions. Humbug. Ah, well. It is time to move on, anyway.
Suppose I will miss the rats in the wall most of all; Cheesy, Rot-face, Prince Tom. My good boys. Keep on being you, you little monsters.
Seems like I have already some fine offers. Been on a winning streak lately. Tumbling through change after change.
I can finally get a big mean cat now though, like I always wanted. Without having to worry about it killing my sweet boys.
In my black heart I know they are out there raising trouble. Chewing up the support beams of some unsuspecting home. Bless.
Suppose I will miss the rats in the wall most of all; Cheesy, Rot-face, Prince Tom. My good boys. Keep on being you, you little monsters.
Seems like I have already some fine offers. Been on a winning streak lately. Tumbling through change after change.
I can finally get a big mean cat now though, like I always wanted. Without having to worry about it killing my sweet boys.
In my black heart I know they are out there raising trouble. Chewing up the support beams of some unsuspecting home. Bless.
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