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

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And I see you are all packed - radio and everything!" and with a note of derision, "How are you travelling, by a special train?"
With two notes of derision I made quick reply, "No, as a matter of fact I am hitchhiking. I carry everything except my canary in my baggage; but I had to leave him home this trip. Ordinarily I have him on my arm." I went on about my business, picking up last minute [tufles?] and paid the doctors no more attention. They talked to my cell-mate - I think- then called it a day.
I was ready, and ever ready so I relaxed on my bed to rest before I needed to do my next jump. I relaxed among my pillows for it was still early. (I had four pillows which is quite an achievement in Second-Center Medical. But one doesn't begin to rate until there are five or six). I relaxed and rang for the nurse to hocus-pocus me a bay. None was forthcoming. I waited. Nothing happened.
In the meantime Mrs Benjamin whose daughter Georgiane had had an abdominal operation came down from third, drew up the old rocker by my bedside and visited with me. She was so good and divided her time between the two of us. A nurse casually dropped in and conversationally persuaded me to stay for lunch. Another nurse answered my bell to have a boy called to get my things down. She is promised to get me a boy. Still more waiting. In the meanwhile, there was some sideplay between the two nurses and evidently one got her was incorrect. Nurse number one who had tried to get me to stay for lunch attempted to straighten out Nurse number two. Slight confusion. No wonder

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And I see you are all packed - radio and everything!" and with a note of derision, "How are you travelling, by a special train?" With two notes of derision I made quick reply, "No, as a matter of fact I am hitchhiking. I carry everything except my canary in my baggage; but I had to leave him home this trip. Ordinarily I have him on my arm." I went on about my business, picking up last minute [tufles?] and paid the doctors no more attention. They talked to my cell-mate - I think- then called it a day. I was ready, and ever ready so I relaxed on my bed to rest before I needed to do my next jump. I relaxed among my pillows for it was still early. (I had four pillows which is quite an achievement in Second-Center Medical. But one doesn't begin to rate until there are five or six). I relaxed and rang for the nurse to hocus-pocus me a bay. None was forthcoming. I waited. Nothing happened. In the meantime Mrs Benjamin whose daughter Georgiane had had an abdominal operation came down from third, drew up the old rocker by my bedside and visited with me. She was so good and divided her time between the two of us. A nurse casually dropped in and conversationally persuaded me to stay for lunch. Another nurse answered my bell to have a boy called to get my things down. She is promised to get me a boy. Still more waiting. In the meanwhile, there was some sideplay between the two nurses and evidently one got her was incorrect. Nurse number one who had tried to get me to stay for lunch attempted to straighten out Nurse number two. Slight confusion. No wonder