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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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And yet these men are not sadists - in fact they are far removed from those who would derive pleasure from putting us through the third degree. I have known them to flinch as much at my discomfort as I do. They have moreover been known to be very, very disturbed when they are unable to alleviate distress and have to return a verdict of hopelessness to a patient. They have to know what is wrong before they can prescribe to correct what is out of line. Doctors have to know! ++ I realize all too well that they can only help me by learning me - my idiosyncrasies; my stomach. Science needs evidence! Another day the cream soup on my tray (half milk and half cream flavored with a vegetable) was flavored with spinach. This vegetable perhaps is the most deadly to me of any I can name. When I had entered the hospital I had told the dietitian I couldn't take spinach, consequently i was quite provoked to find spinach cream soup on my tray. I therefore, took the bowl of soup, jumped out of bed, ran to teh bathroom and dumped the contents. The following morning upon the daily round of the medicine man I informed them. "A bowl of spinach soup was dished up on my tray yesterday noon. I dumped it into the sewer!" All ears waited with unmistakable intentness for the answer as Dr Ravens inquired, "Did you eat it? Did it make you ill?" "Oh no! I said I didn't eat it. I dumped it into the sewer!" I repeated not without relish. Later I was shoved up to an ambulatory ulcer diet. Upon Friday an inevitable helping of fish appeared
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And yet these men are not sadists - in fact they are far removed from those who would derive pleasure from putting us through the third degree. I have known them to flinch as much at my discomfort as I do. They have moreover been known to be very, very disturbed when they are unable to alleviate distress and have to return a verdict of hopelessness to a patient. They have to know what is wrong before they can prescribe to correct what is out of line. Doctors have to know! ++ I realize all too well that they can only help me by learning me - my idiosyncrasies; my stomach. Science needs evidence! Another day the cream soup on my tray (half milk and half cream flavored with a vegetable) was flavored with spinach. This vegetable perhaps is the most deadly to me of any I can name. When I had entered the hospital I had told the dietitian I couldn't take spinach, consequently i was quite provoked to find spinach cream soup on my tray. I therefore, took the bowl of soup, jumped out of bed, ran to teh bathroom and dumped the contents. The following morning upon the daily round of the medicine man I informed them. "A bowl of spinach soup was dished up on my tray yesterday noon. I dumped it into the sewer!" All ears waited with unmistakable intentness for the answer as Dr Ravens inquired, "Did you eat it? Did it make you ill?" "Oh no! I said I didn't eat it. I dumped it into the sewer!" I repeated not without relish. Later I was shoved up to an ambulatory ulcer diet. Upon Friday an inevitable helping of fish appeared
Iowa Women’s Lives: Letters and Diaries
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