Granny sat at the desk, reinforcing her hat with a bit of iron.

Granny was laid out in Exam Room Two, clutching a sign that said "I ATEN'T DEAD".

[Will be AFK for most of the day, so will have to do slowplay.]

Granny arrived at the clinic a bit late this morning and set to work brewing a potion that smelled vaguely of chocolate.

One of the goats was near to giving birth, so Granny brought her to the clinic to keep an eye on her. She made the goat a comfortable bed in Exam Room 2 and set some water to boiling in the cauldron.

Granny was brewing a potion to keep clothes fresh and clean - your whites whiter and your blacks blacker. Certain folks might take note of this. Just because you were dead and buried was no reason to for your linens to be messy.

Granny sat at the front desk, brewing a potion that smelled of raspberries.

Granny had her cauldron out again. This time she was brewing up a potion that restored the hair of bald men.

Actually, whoever drank it would sprout hair all over. But "all over" included the head, therefore Granny considered the potion a success.

Granny was cooking up a rather strong-scented cream that worked well on poison geranium and other rashes.

Granny set up her cauldron on the desk and started brewing up a potion to treat the Mauve Plague*. It was always best to be prepared.

Once the cauldron was safely bubbling, she went to check on the patients.

*A distant and much more serious cousin of the Black Plague.

Granny was laying down in one of the exam rooms with a sign that said "I Aten't Dead" in her hands.