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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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or maybe - now that is an idea - I am flying," I responded not helpfully but evasively. "I am leaving for my vacation in the morning and am taking a westbound train. Why don't you wait and we can go together?" suggested another nurse helpfully. I couldn't wait. After my luncheon tray I again rang for a boy to move my effects for me. "The boy may be a little while in coming," I was told by the nurse. I knew that if I intended to leave that day I should have to get going pretty soon. Just then, however, nothing much seemed very important except that I have a little undisturbed rest. It didn't matter that the boy couldn't come right away - in fact I was grateful. Gladly then I slid down among my pillows. As time went on I sank lower and still more low. Nothing happened. No boy! No getting me moved. Finally still all dressed up in my green velvet and my street shoes; the pillows were thrown out; I was under the covers doubled up kitty-corner-wise on the tummy -if you know what I mean? (refer to self-portrait) I was resting as I always do after luncheon. Not being a patient anymore, i began yelling for milk-cream before two and a boy. If I had been a patient my milk-cream would have been ordered for me and it would have been brought without any special requesting upon my part. At approximately 2:30 my temperature and pulse were taken and a boy desultorarily mentioned. My dress was stripped off. By that time I had decided I must just as well be comfortable while I waited. At three the exceedingly stupid looking and stupid acting Chinese nurse, who pretended to understand so little - even less than she looked - came in
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or maybe - now that is an idea - I am flying," I responded not helpfully but evasively. "I am leaving for my vacation in the morning and am taking a westbound train. Why don't you wait and we can go together?" suggested another nurse helpfully. I couldn't wait. After my luncheon tray I again rang for a boy to move my effects for me. "The boy may be a little while in coming," I was told by the nurse. I knew that if I intended to leave that day I should have to get going pretty soon. Just then, however, nothing much seemed very important except that I have a little undisturbed rest. It didn't matter that the boy couldn't come right away - in fact I was grateful. Gladly then I slid down among my pillows. As time went on I sank lower and still more low. Nothing happened. No boy! No getting me moved. Finally still all dressed up in my green velvet and my street shoes; the pillows were thrown out; I was under the covers doubled up kitty-corner-wise on the tummy -if you know what I mean? (refer to self-portrait) I was resting as I always do after luncheon. Not being a patient anymore, i began yelling for milk-cream before two and a boy. If I had been a patient my milk-cream would have been ordered for me and it would have been brought without any special requesting upon my part. At approximately 2:30 my temperature and pulse were taken and a boy desultorarily mentioned. My dress was stripped off. By that time I had decided I must just as well be comfortable while I waited. At three the exceedingly stupid looking and stupid acting Chinese nurse, who pretended to understand so little - even less than she looked - came in
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