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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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The following morning I was breathing deeply before the widly flying window with its crush of brisk, invigorating Minnesota winter rushing into the room, when the doctors descended upon me in their daily tour of inspection. They however, never caught me in bed until a few days later, on Thanksgiving morning to be exact, after an exceptionally bad night of food-demons and distress. Feeling none too well I had thrown myself, fully dressed to complete to high heels and all, face down on the whitely-smooth bed with feet dangling over the foot board.
"How are you?" I was questioned.
"I am fine, thank you!"
"Why do you lie on your stomach? Do you feel better that way?" gently interrogated Dr. Rivers.
"Oh no - but - " and I pulled myself into an upright position proped against the head of the bed. The grumpy feeling must have been perceptible for the great Rivers firmly but kindly suggested to me before the doctors deposited, "I think it would be well for you to hop into bed and stay there!" And thus I so neatly was tucked beneath the covers. Even after the fellows, coming down the hall if they so much as caught me out of bed sang out with an emphatic snapping of fingers. "Jump into bed. Doctors orders." By this time I was accustomed to following instructions, my resistance was threadbare, and I was only too willing to settle down to rest. I was mortally weary. So, so weary!

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The following morning I was breathing deeply before the widly flying window with its crush of brisk, invigorating Minnesota winter rushing into the room, when the doctors descended upon me in their daily tour of inspection. They however, never caught me in bed until a few days later, on Thanksgiving morning to be exact, after an exceptionally bad night of food-demons and distress. Feeling none too well I had thrown myself, fully dressed to complete to high heels and all, face down on the whitely-smooth bed with feet dangling over the foot board. "How are you?" I was questioned. "I am fine, thank you!" "Why do you lie on your stomach? Do you feel better that way?" gently interrogated Dr. Rivers. "Oh no - but - " and I pulled myself into an upright position proped against the head of the bed. The grumpy feeling must have been perceptible for the great Rivers firmly but kindly suggested to me before the doctors deposited, "I think it would be well for you to hop into bed and stay there!" And thus I so neatly was tucked beneath the covers. Even after the fellows, coming down the hall if they so much as caught me out of bed sang out with an emphatic snapping of fingers. "Jump into bed. Doctors orders." By this time I was accustomed to following instructions, my resistance was threadbare, and I was only too willing to settle down to rest. I was mortally weary. So, so weary!