Spring 37th, 519av, 9 Bells
Gemma was finally back on her feet. She had been on bed rest on and off to allow her to keep doing her required work activities, but she had been completely shut off from practicing outside of work and school. It had been merciful of the head doctor not to make her miss work, but she was not allowed to do any kind of extra volunteering, and was basically limited to her main work as a healer.
She had basically just been going from room to room praying for people the whole time. No herbalism and no philtering. If she had any recommendations for a tea or tincture, she was supposed to tell an aid to make it for the patient while she supervised. It had been one of the most excruciating experiences of her life, not to mention the pain that still lingered in her shoulder. Of course once or twice she had rebelled just a little bit while they were especially busy and she had allowed herself to make something simple that didn’t take a lot of arm movement. Even holding her left arm against her body didn’t completely stop the pain.
Today, though, she was finally able to do some basic mixing. She had been given some basic stretches and exercises to do, and was instructed to repeatedly apply a healing salve to her shoulder and effected area.
Sadly, her shoulder had not been her only problem. She had also contracted pneumonia, which, by the way, sucked. It limited her energy significantly and there were many days when it was all she could do to pray for her patients with breaks in between. She was finally thankful that her goddess had given her a way to keep helping people even when her body was not up to the task. Still, it was not what she wanted for her career growth. She was learning a lot of head knowledge in her classes, but she wasn’t allowed to participate in any of the exercises, which significantly limited her progress. Like her mom said, the only way to really learn was to learn with your hands. She needed to do something.
Gemma sat in small curtained off area of the consultation room with a line of patients waiting for her healing gift. She was sitting so she didn’t have to waste energy moving, and anyone with a simple injury that was curable with her gift was brought to her. At least she got to rest. But because she was so close to the front of the ward, she was able to hear some commotion at the end of the room. And before she called for the next patient, she tried to hear what was going on.
Staggering to her feet, she forced herself to hobble over to the nearest aid. “What’s going on? What happened?” She wheezed, then coughed. The daily treatment of Eucalyptus ointment was helping her breathing, but it wasn’t enough to cure her completely.
“There was a mud slide. Some hunters got trapped. We’re scrambling help now.”
“I have to be there. I can help!” The man was already gone, off to alert others. But just then, Dr. Alessia passed within earshot.
“Gemma, no. Stay here. You’ll only slow us down. Be ready for when we bring back the wounded.” She commanded.
She had basically just been going from room to room praying for people the whole time. No herbalism and no philtering. If she had any recommendations for a tea or tincture, she was supposed to tell an aid to make it for the patient while she supervised. It had been one of the most excruciating experiences of her life, not to mention the pain that still lingered in her shoulder. Of course once or twice she had rebelled just a little bit while they were especially busy and she had allowed herself to make something simple that didn’t take a lot of arm movement. Even holding her left arm against her body didn’t completely stop the pain.
Today, though, she was finally able to do some basic mixing. She had been given some basic stretches and exercises to do, and was instructed to repeatedly apply a healing salve to her shoulder and effected area.
Sadly, her shoulder had not been her only problem. She had also contracted pneumonia, which, by the way, sucked. It limited her energy significantly and there were many days when it was all she could do to pray for her patients with breaks in between. She was finally thankful that her goddess had given her a way to keep helping people even when her body was not up to the task. Still, it was not what she wanted for her career growth. She was learning a lot of head knowledge in her classes, but she wasn’t allowed to participate in any of the exercises, which significantly limited her progress. Like her mom said, the only way to really learn was to learn with your hands. She needed to do something.
Gemma sat in small curtained off area of the consultation room with a line of patients waiting for her healing gift. She was sitting so she didn’t have to waste energy moving, and anyone with a simple injury that was curable with her gift was brought to her. At least she got to rest. But because she was so close to the front of the ward, she was able to hear some commotion at the end of the room. And before she called for the next patient, she tried to hear what was going on.
Staggering to her feet, she forced herself to hobble over to the nearest aid. “What’s going on? What happened?” She wheezed, then coughed. The daily treatment of Eucalyptus ointment was helping her breathing, but it wasn’t enough to cure her completely.
“There was a mud slide. Some hunters got trapped. We’re scrambling help now.”
“I have to be there. I can help!” The man was already gone, off to alert others. But just then, Dr. Alessia passed within earshot.
“Gemma, no. Stay here. You’ll only slow us down. Be ready for when we bring back the wounded.” She commanded.