The Doctor is In
Jul 4, 2017 22:59:45 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 22:59:45 GMT -6
May 1st, 1875
It had been a hectic month since Misty had arrived in Golden Valley. The clinic had needed a lot of attention to get it to a state of order and cleanliness with which Misty was comfortable. Even so, it lacked the refinement of the surgery that she and her father had run back in Boston.
"It will have to do until I can afford better," she declared eventually to the empty rooms. Downstairs was the surgery, waiting room and a two-bed "ward" where she could house patients who needed more intensive care. Upstairs was her residence of two rooms; a kitchen and lounge, big enough to swing a kitten but not a cat and a bedroom just large enough for a single bed, fire, trunk and wash basin. It was cosy but she was alone and the lack of space was not a problem.
There was one irksome thing and that was the delayed arrival of the bulk of her medical equipment, supplies and medical reference books. She had her travelling bag and some other basic supplies but she had been limited to two trunks and those not overly large so by the time she had packed her clothes there had been room only for the most critical of supplies. She had been threatened with the delivery of the rest for over a week but somehow her belongings had reportedly been bumped in favour of "more critical" supplies and each time they had promised that they would be on the next train. Misty, not normally given to pessimissm was nonetheless beginning to belive that they might have gotten lost or waylaid and starting to worry about how she would go about replacing them.
For now, there was nothing that she could do and it was time to see if the townsfolk really would accept her as their new doctor or whether they would rely on their "traditional" remedies to get by.
So Misty, Dr. Dalgleish to her patients, Sarah to her acqaintences and Misty to her friends, had hung up the "open" sign in front of the clinic and now waited for her first visitor.
It had been a hectic month since Misty had arrived in Golden Valley. The clinic had needed a lot of attention to get it to a state of order and cleanliness with which Misty was comfortable. Even so, it lacked the refinement of the surgery that she and her father had run back in Boston.
"It will have to do until I can afford better," she declared eventually to the empty rooms. Downstairs was the surgery, waiting room and a two-bed "ward" where she could house patients who needed more intensive care. Upstairs was her residence of two rooms; a kitchen and lounge, big enough to swing a kitten but not a cat and a bedroom just large enough for a single bed, fire, trunk and wash basin. It was cosy but she was alone and the lack of space was not a problem.
There was one irksome thing and that was the delayed arrival of the bulk of her medical equipment, supplies and medical reference books. She had her travelling bag and some other basic supplies but she had been limited to two trunks and those not overly large so by the time she had packed her clothes there had been room only for the most critical of supplies. She had been threatened with the delivery of the rest for over a week but somehow her belongings had reportedly been bumped in favour of "more critical" supplies and each time they had promised that they would be on the next train. Misty, not normally given to pessimissm was nonetheless beginning to belive that they might have gotten lost or waylaid and starting to worry about how she would go about replacing them.
For now, there was nothing that she could do and it was time to see if the townsfolk really would accept her as their new doctor or whether they would rely on their "traditional" remedies to get by.
So Misty, Dr. Dalgleish to her patients, Sarah to her acqaintences and Misty to her friends, had hung up the "open" sign in front of the clinic and now waited for her first visitor.