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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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the table Dr Macuska remarked offhandedly, "The membrane of your stomach looks much better than I have ever seen it." "Oh, that's good!" I exclaimed relievedly, enthusiastically, then added quickly wondering, puzzled, "What makes my stomach hurt then?" There was no reply. Anyway I was off to a good start... so I thought! I had cleared the most formidable harp... so I thought! The one that had been the cause of having tripped twice before. Oh, yes indeed! I was doing splendidly, and would be out of there in no time... so I thought! There was reason to be elated. At last I slept through that one night in the comforting knowledge that I was being all right, and began to uncross my fingers. The second day, however, had not been taking into account. I don't know exactly what I expected from the stomach and duodenal x-rays but at least I was not prepared for the findings. I do not know whether anyone else was taken unawares or not. The doctors - I think- had forseen that I was heading for trouble although no one showed it, no one let on. They seemed beautifully, carelessly unconcerned - too much so perhaps for comfort if I had taken the time to think of it. The [Roentgen ologists?] however, when examining my stomach under the fluroscope questioned me closely as to whether I had eaten that day. "Oh no," I denied, "I have had nothing since my twelve a.m. half and half except the several Syntrogel capsules that were given me to be taken for distress. The last one of these I had about ten this morning." It was apparent that something was wrong. "That would be about the right size," they were agreed and then scrutinizing the report from the year before and then compromised. "But that couldn't be responsible for whatever cast the shadow that
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the table Dr Macuska remarked offhandedly, "The membrane of your stomach looks much better than I have ever seen it." "Oh, that's good!" I exclaimed relievedly, enthusiastically, then added quickly wondering, puzzled, "What makes my stomach hurt then?" There was no reply. Anyway I was off to a good start... so I thought! I had cleared the most formidable harp... so I thought! The one that had been the cause of having tripped twice before. Oh, yes indeed! I was doing splendidly, and would be out of there in no time... so I thought! There was reason to be elated. At last I slept through that one night in the comforting knowledge that I was being all right, and began to uncross my fingers. The second day, however, had not been taking into account. I don't know exactly what I expected from the stomach and duodenal x-rays but at least I was not prepared for the findings. I do not know whether anyone else was taken unawares or not. The doctors - I think- had forseen that I was heading for trouble although no one showed it, no one let on. They seemed beautifully, carelessly unconcerned - too much so perhaps for comfort if I had taken the time to think of it. The [Roentgen ologists?] however, when examining my stomach under the fluroscope questioned me closely as to whether I had eaten that day. "Oh no," I denied, "I have had nothing since my twelve a.m. half and half except the several Syntrogel capsules that were given me to be taken for distress. The last one of these I had about ten this morning." It was apparent that something was wrong. "That would be about the right size," they were agreed and then scrutinizing the report from the year before and then compromised. "But that couldn't be responsible for whatever cast the shadow that
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