Yesterday when I arrived at Orla's she had a surprise for me.  She's had the gatehouse redone at the hospital, and she's intending to live there.  The surprising part was that there was space for me.   I'm not sure how I feel about that -I've never really been to this point in a relationship- beyond being flattered that she wants me around.  I'm a bit wary of showing her too much of myself for fear she doesn't like what she sees.  I'm a slob.  I don't cook.  I can barely dress myself most mornings before I've had my coffee.  

The pros are there though as well.  It's right at the hospital, and I'd get to see a lot more of Orla.  I've never known someone as busy as myself and this would solve the problem of trying to find time that we could spend together.  And more time together equals more sex, so that's a huge plus right there.

I need a vacation. 

I've been on for sometimes as many as twelve days in a row,  with a day off to catch up on sleep and life, and then back to it. 

It's been weeks since I've seen Jelly.  Not a good way to get a new relationship off the ground, but I suppose this is why I've been single since becoming a healer. 

I heard from the physician who's running the study Jelly's grandmother, Beattie, is a part of.  She doesn't seem to be responding to the study medication like he hoped he would, but he told me of some new advances in Alzheimer meds in the States.  I wonder if that's something Jelly would consider.  I guess I'll ask for the details. 

12:37am

Lost another patient last night.  This makes three in as many weeks.  I'm starting to feel a bit... inadequate.  I've run up against some horrid diseases recently that have me stumped.   Healer-in-charge Smythwick was at a loss as well.  Which begs me to ask the question, what good is a hospital of healers if we can't cure people?  I realize there are going to be... losses, but it's starting to get discouraging at best.