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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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No one had said a single word to me about leaving here game; not one single word of reproach did I hear from anyone; no one scholded me: I could feel disapproved, however, and that the doctors were provoked with me. Perhaps my conscience hurt me one infinitesimal bit by this time as it should have. Perhaps I should have felt better had I been severely reprimanded. I remember that morning so well. Dr Lucien Smith sat in the doctor's chair at my bedside facing in; Dr Reecer disposed of himself on the edge of the now empty companion bed across the room; Dr Rivers was in a rocking chair at the fast end. From the physician's chair Dr Smith opened the conversation with the remark, "Mrs Van Ek has now has had six lavages. Let's see.' Suppose we send her down for gastroscopy tomorrow on Monday - which ever day Dr Marsch is at the Colonial - and then send her home?" I gasped and perceptably blanched. I had been spanked and I know it! Dr Rivers from the fast end of the bed contributed something "Undoubtedly that would be a good idea." By this time I had recovered my speech and mental alertness sufficiently to note, "You sound exactly as though you have been praciticing your speeches in the hall." Dr. Smith instantaneously with a nimbleness of wit and very fittingly responded "Oh sure, we have been rehearsing." And I know that they had. The tension meanwhile had lessened. Everyone heaved a big silent sigh, relaxed and was himself.
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No one had said a single word to me about leaving here game; not one single word of reproach did I hear from anyone; no one scholded me: I could feel disapproved, however, and that the doctors were provoked with me. Perhaps my conscience hurt me one infinitesimal bit by this time as it should have. Perhaps I should have felt better had I been severely reprimanded. I remember that morning so well. Dr Lucien Smith sat in the doctor's chair at my bedside facing in; Dr Reecer disposed of himself on the edge of the now empty companion bed across the room; Dr Rivers was in a rocking chair at the fast end. From the physician's chair Dr Smith opened the conversation with the remark, "Mrs Van Ek has now has had six lavages. Let's see.' Suppose we send her down for gastroscopy tomorrow on Monday - which ever day Dr Marsch is at the Colonial - and then send her home?" I gasped and perceptably blanched. I had been spanked and I know it! Dr Rivers from the fast end of the bed contributed something "Undoubtedly that would be a good idea." By this time I had recovered my speech and mental alertness sufficiently to note, "You sound exactly as though you have been praciticing your speeches in the hall." Dr. Smith instantaneously with a nimbleness of wit and very fittingly responded "Oh sure, we have been rehearsing." And I know that they had. The tension meanwhile had lessened. Everyone heaved a big silent sigh, relaxed and was himself.
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