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

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thoroughness and knowledge is what counts. They have both qualities in abundance.
These people, in their unlimited patience, have taken the trouble to learn me as no one else has ever taken the trouble. And because they have learned me and understand fully the stomach situation they are expending every energy, every scientific knowledge to help me get it righted. If unfortunately the going is a bit rough for me in the meantime, I cannot best believe. They know what they do. The methods I once accused as being medievally cruel and tortuous were so only because I am so highly sensitive. Others do not react so sharply or suffer as did I.
There was the one unforgettable day at St. Mary's when I found a few grains of pepper in the bottom of my glass of milk. The half and half it was, was tried so that it came late and was brought into my room when the doctors were in making their morning rounds. I grasped the glass in both hands - announced they might have it if I didn't need it so badly myself, drank deeply, toyed with it and drank, toyed and drank some more. It was only as I neared the bottom of the glass that I discovered the sediment. Unfinished I set the remainder of the milk on the bedside table, but I never have been certain whether a few minute particles get into my stomach or not. I shall never know whether my feelings were hurt more than my stomach but I felt I had been let down. This is the sort of program I would call constructively destructive - with the emphasis on destructive.

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thoroughness and knowledge is what counts. They have both qualities in abundance. These people, in their unlimited patience, have taken the trouble to learn me as no one else has ever taken the trouble. And because they have learned me and understand fully the stomach situation they are expending every energy, every scientific knowledge to help me get it righted. If unfortunately the going is a bit rough for me in the meantime, I cannot best believe. They know what they do. The methods I once accused as being medievally cruel and tortuous were so only because I am so highly sensitive. Others do not react so sharply or suffer as did I. There was the one unforgettable day at St. Mary's when I found a few grains of pepper in the bottom of my glass of milk. The half and half it was, was tried so that it came late and was brought into my room when the doctors were in making their morning rounds. I grasped the glass in both hands - announced they might have it if I didn't need it so badly myself, drank deeply, toyed with it and drank, toyed and drank some more. It was only as I neared the bottom of the glass that I discovered the sediment. Unfinished I set the remainder of the milk on the bedside table, but I never have been certain whether a few minute particles get into my stomach or not. I shall never know whether my feelings were hurt more than my stomach but I felt I had been let down. This is the sort of program I would call constructively destructive - with the emphasis on destructive.