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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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patient. We find then, the patients at St. Mary's diverse and oftentimes interesting - very much so-; and frequently quite as boring. Sometimes they are altogether too diverting for our own good. For instance there was the german with the gastric ulcers who packed his own quart. It was rumored that whenever he had distress he took a snifter and pickled it, regardless of making his ailment worse. The doctors didn't quite know what to do with him. Since they were at a loss as to how he should be handled; they sent him back home to return after two minutes. They helped in the meantime I suppose - from inspiration to dispose of him. Knowing how such things go, I can visualize him climbing the golden stairs to surgery upon his return to Rochester. Then there was grandpa across the hall. Grandpa, an ancient man whom the doctors had attempted to send home without considering his insides in the matter. But grandpa balked on would he stir one inch. Not that I blamed him in his condition. The poor old man had had an abdominal operation - stomach- but not being able to help him, the surgeon had sewed him back up again. For a time the nurses were able to him out of bed into the chair to sit up for a bit.
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patient. We find then, the patients at St. Mary's diverse and oftentimes interesting - very much so-; and frequently quite as boring. Sometimes they are altogether too diverting for our own good. For instance there was the german with the gastric ulcers who packed his own quart. It was rumored that whenever he had distress he took a snifter and pickled it, regardless of making his ailment worse. The doctors didn't quite know what to do with him. Since they were at a loss as to how he should be handled; they sent him back home to return after two minutes. They helped in the meantime I suppose - from inspiration to dispose of him. Knowing how such things go, I can visualize him climbing the golden stairs to surgery upon his return to Rochester. Then there was grandpa across the hall. Grandpa, an ancient man whom the doctors had attempted to send home without considering his insides in the matter. But grandpa balked on would he stir one inch. Not that I blamed him in his condition. The poor old man had had an abdominal operation - stomach- but not being able to help him, the surgeon had sewed him back up again. For a time the nurses were able to him out of bed into the chair to sit up for a bit.
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