November 15, 1977: Tuppi came in this morning, again. He complained about having an ache in his toe, and asked if I could look at it for him. When he took off his shoe, his middle toe had turned purple due to an ingrown toenail infection. I gave him some antibiotics, and told him to soak it in some epsom salts. With any luck, he'll be walking in a day or two.
After taking care of Tuppi, I got a few hours of rest. Had a nice breakfast, cup of coffee, and everything seemed pretty usual. Only a few people came in today. Mr. and Mrs. Ahlberg brought Liam into the clinic. They were worried he had bronchitis, but he only had a cold. I sent them home with some medicine, and told them he'll be better in a few days or so.
After Liam, I had the rest of the day to myself. I went home, got caught up with my bills, ate dinner, and got a good rest. I make a damn good pot roast, if I may say.
November 16, 1977: Lot more busy today. Not overwhelming, or anything, but not mundane either. It started when Oscar came in talking about how he was deaf in his right ear. Weirdly enough, I took a look, and he had clogged his ear with ear wax. Gross. Not to hard to clear out, but let's just say I didn't have a problem skipping lunch today.
Next, I had to deal with Elie. His cat scratched his eye, and he was having trouble seeing out of it. When I looked, his sclera was completely bloodshot. It was hard telling him that he'd never see out of that eye again. I cleaned his wound and got him an eye patch. After a few pirate jokes, he was out of the door, smiling and saying "ARGH!" to everyone he saw, crazy bastard.
Lucas was next. He had broken his arm falling off of a small cliff. Landed on a rock, so that didn't help. The bone was practically piercing his skin when he came in. After icing and immobilizing his arm, I got him a cast, and told him to take it easy. He'll get his arm back in around three to five months.
Those were the three big events of today. Aside from that, it was mostly people refilling their medication or asking for new medication. It quieted down around six, though, so I was able to rest. God, I wish Dad was still here. I could really use some assistance.
November 17, 1977: Tuppi came back in today. His toe is better, luckily, and he says he's healthy. For a man his size, I'm not sure he knows what "healthy" means. He came asking for some help. Tuppi's father was a soldier during World War II, fought in the Winter War against the Soviet Union. During one battle, Tuppi's father was surrounded by the Soviets, and began firing into the snow. He got gassed by the soldiers, and was taken to the infirmary. He lost his sight a few hours later.
I've worked with Tuppi's father before. He suffered from post traumatic stress disorder, and needed some medication. I prescribed him with sertraline, and it seemed to do the trick. He has his outbursts here and there, but they are very minimal.
Tuppi says his father has been having visions. It happened after they went on their midday walk through the town. They decided to walk into the mountains and try a new route. Tuppi said that he had to use the bathroom, and told his father to stay put. When he came back, he saw his father on the ground, covering his eyes. He kept talking about someone watching him, and it was coming closer. They decided to cut their losses and go home early. Tuppi's father hasn't stopped seeing the figure since they got back.
After Tuppi brought his father in, I took a look at him. I asked him to describe what he was seeing, to see if that would help. He described a man, about his height, stalking him. The man was covered in tar, and had no head, yet he always seemed to stare at Tuppi's father. When I asked Tuppi's father if he could see the man now, he said yes, and pointed at the wall next to him. I figured it was just his PTSD again, so I upped the dosage on his medication. Hopefully, that will help.
Aside from that, today was pretty normal. Although, I think someone stole my soup this morning. Shame. It was a good soup.