Transcribe
Translate
Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
Page 086
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
"Something like a histamine?" "Yes, something in that order." Again, my mind hurdled to convulsions, "Like a histamine, huh? It would be a very good dea for me to have an acid check anyway. I didn't have one when I came in. Dr. Rivers, knowing me, always puts a histamine off as long as possible because they are so upsetting to me." In order to [amaze?] suspicions he might have created, put my mind at ease and to farther distract me Dr. Rivers continued with a twinkle in his eyes. "Dr. Tookes is a good friend of mine. Just call him to me and ask him if he is Tom Tooke's son." I was intrigued. I was amused at the sporting proposition. I had agreed to take the Macholyl - if one may call it agreeing without actually having a choice. The tests are determined and arranged by the medical men, but I might have resisted. It however appeared that I had chosen to do the Macholyl of my own accord. I chose to do it not only to be useful as a final check on Macholyl but rather feel I should be serving myself at the same time by checking the amount of acid secretion I had. I was right about the acid check, but not quite in the way I had thought. The doctors - I must hand it to them - showed a keen knowledge of me in the approach they used to this problem. To arouse my curiosity, to make me think I was being useful to a research project; to add a dash of by-play dispelled apprehension. It was exactly
Saving...
prev
next
"Something like a histamine?" "Yes, something in that order." Again, my mind hurdled to convulsions, "Like a histamine, huh? It would be a very good dea for me to have an acid check anyway. I didn't have one when I came in. Dr. Rivers, knowing me, always puts a histamine off as long as possible because they are so upsetting to me." In order to [amaze?] suspicions he might have created, put my mind at ease and to farther distract me Dr. Rivers continued with a twinkle in his eyes. "Dr. Tookes is a good friend of mine. Just call him to me and ask him if he is Tom Tooke's son." I was intrigued. I was amused at the sporting proposition. I had agreed to take the Macholyl - if one may call it agreeing without actually having a choice. The tests are determined and arranged by the medical men, but I might have resisted. It however appeared that I had chosen to do the Macholyl of my own accord. I chose to do it not only to be useful as a final check on Macholyl but rather feel I should be serving myself at the same time by checking the amount of acid secretion I had. I was right about the acid check, but not quite in the way I had thought. The doctors - I must hand it to them - showed a keen knowledge of me in the approach they used to this problem. To arouse my curiosity, to make me think I was being useful to a research project; to add a dash of by-play dispelled apprehension. It was exactly
Iowa Women’s Lives: Letters and Diaries
sidebar
