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Nov 12, 2006 12:34

I did not anticipate my shift in the clinic to be too terribly busy - it had been a normal weekend, after all, and not one in which the island's residents had been turned into opposite versions of themselves, turned into small children, crammed into inappropriate costumes, or taken off into another land entirely. It was as normal a weekend as it could be on Tabula Rasa, for a given value of 'normal'.

It was these normal sort of times that I could not help but think of home and all that I was missing there. It was entirely counterproductive to do so, however, and I attempted to stave it off by perusing the collection of medical texts that Chase had been maintaining in the library. Given that many of these texts appeared to come from thirty to fifty years or more into my future, I appreciated the chance to catch up on things that had not even existed in my time. Sometimes it frustrated me, however, as it was a constant reminder of all that we did not have here.

Really, sometimes it was easier to practise medicine in colonial America than it was here.

[ooc: clinic post, dated to this afternoon/evening. come by and see Claire if you need medical attention, a checkup, or just to chat. If you need medical attention/a checkup, make sure to post to island_medical as well.

qui-gon jinn, moril, pam halpert (i), isolde murray, sansa stark, padme guthrie, claire fraser, clinic

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