From The Virtual Diary of Mrs. Piozzi
1784, 30 October
It cannot possibly be as I fear. Yes, Gabriel and I are newlyweds, but still! Surely, I am far too old for such concerns. Gabriel insists that I see the local doctor. I have heard the man is quite learned, but one has to wonder what qualifies for learning on an island ... in Italy. I sought out this doctor today at Gabriel's urging. The man, someone named Greymoon, was not in and there was no one about to take a message. I suppose I can return later in the day. Or tomorrow. Maybe next week.
I am sure you will find yourself quite content with Dr. Greymoon's services, Signora. He has all the most modern notions of diagnosis and medicines.
That is very good to hear. I will try again today to see the doctor.
I attempted once again to get the doctor's attention. Not accustomed to being kept waiting, least of all by one I intend to pay, I left. Perhaps it will take a trip to Rome to secure medical attention? One certainly hopes not! It now occurs to me that perhaps there is a lady of a very old profession (not the oldest profession, mind you) on the island, one who might have some insight into what ails an aging (but not yet old) lady.