Let’s see….what herbs were ready to go?
Nalorakk let out a soft hum as he examined his personal garden of medicinal herbs that he had cultivated himself. He was no herbalist, but he felt it necessary to keep his own supplies and learn about what went into growing the necessary ingredients for the various medicines and tonics he needed in his line of work.
Or, to be line of work.
The mint was just pruned last week. Too early to harvest.
Ginger would not be ready until the next moon.
Lavender he had plenty of in his supplies; he could let it grow.
Turmeric was too long of a harvesting process for him to do right now; perhaps next week he could try.
Ah…Chamomile! Yes, this would do. He could use it in teas or as supplements to food to help calm patients who were panicking during treatment or having trouble sleeping.
Not to mention, he could often find himself using it himself to finally calm his overactive mind when he was on the brink of exhaustion, yet his mind refused to stop churning. It was both his gift and his curse. Nalorakk was consumed by his desire to learn anatomy and going over the possibilities for different treatments for ailments. Often, he found himself thinking of the different ways a bone could be set in a more effective manner to aid in healing, or a better way to ease the pain for a patient. He wanted to learn, explore, test, and research! All day, every day!
Alas, he was nowhere experienced enough to be able to handle patients. Young as he was, he was still an apprentice, and though his drive and passion for healthcare were undoubtedly there, his mentor questioned whether his more…eccentric personality would be suitable for bedside mannerisms.
He would show them, though! He had lofty goals and a drive to become part of the council one day and become an expert. He would show everyone who doubted him that he had what it takes to become a great healer and make his family proud!
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