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

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from St Mary's Hospital and move to a hotel in the village over Sunday. Then on Monday I might obtain my dismissal from Dr Rivers. Fate unkindly intervened and decreed otherwise.
The following morning according to plan I got a dismissal from ST. Mary's but it was recovered by the hospital before the day was over. It is here that two more dismissals were granted me in this chapter of my life, the very next week, but again teh first of these was taken away; a third finally took.
With a dismissal slip in my possession upon Saturday morning, I thought I was leaving for sure. So I skipped physiotherapy in order that I would not be too tired nor the final hour for my departure too late. The packing had all been accomplished at great effort, - Everything was neatly stored away, eyes even to my radio. My bill was paid and what was most important, my dismissal slip was in hand - a real piece of paper, fully signed and releasing me.
In my concentrated efforts to get away I had forgotten all about doctors and such. Just then they seemed relatively unimportant. However, they were on the floor and Dr Snell took that moment to push open the door and come in unannounced. The gang barged in after and fluttered around. I was in my ship - an unholy bunch of hospital etiquette- which I remedied by dashing into the closet and emerging in a moment fully clad in my elegant green velvet. It was my warmest dress and took up more packing space than any of the others.
"Ah! all transformed. The caterpillar a butterfly!

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from St Mary's Hospital and move to a hotel in the village over Sunday. Then on Monday I might obtain my dismissal from Dr Rivers. Fate unkindly intervened and decreed otherwise. The following morning according to plan I got a dismissal from ST. Mary's but it was recovered by the hospital before the day was over. It is here that two more dismissals were granted me in this chapter of my life, the very next week, but again teh first of these was taken away; a third finally took. With a dismissal slip in my possession upon Saturday morning, I thought I was leaving for sure. So I skipped physiotherapy in order that I would not be too tired nor the final hour for my departure too late. The packing had all been accomplished at great effort, - Everything was neatly stored away, eyes even to my radio. My bill was paid and what was most important, my dismissal slip was in hand - a real piece of paper, fully signed and releasing me. In my concentrated efforts to get away I had forgotten all about doctors and such. Just then they seemed relatively unimportant. However, they were on the floor and Dr Snell took that moment to push open the door and come in unannounced. The gang barged in after and fluttered around. I was in my ship - an unholy bunch of hospital etiquette- which I remedied by dashing into the closet and emerging in a moment fully clad in my elegant green velvet. It was my warmest dress and took up more packing space than any of the others. "Ah! all transformed. The caterpillar a butterfly!