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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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no more. The blow struck to deeply for remonstrance, for any outcry, for emotion, for any reaction. However, I was utterly unprepared for the speed into which things occured from then on, I was completely swept off my bearing, blessedly without time to think and fear. As it was I had gone forward fully expecting the x-ray on Saturday with the report therefrom on Monday. And with the report I expected surgery to be sprung upon me at the beginning of the following week. That, I figured, would give me several more day of grace. With the swiftness and the decisiveness of a bolt of lightening rendering the great expance of the heavens in travail, surgery was upon me. The doctors, in their considerate understanding kindliness had seen fit to put me through otherwise. Bless them! They were giving me no tiem within to fret and stew. After the gastroscopy, I, of course returned to St Marys. Before going back to my bed, however, despite the fact that it was a bit late, I went up to the laboratory for my histamine injection. All the patients - those living on the outside - had long ago departed. Miss Campbell, the nurse who attended with Dr Horton's assistant was still in attendance - and, of course professed to how very much interested with my gastroscopic adventuring during the afternoon. She is a good about sympathetic listener for perhaps the higher-ups, and I being nervously talkative, poured out the events and concluded with, "Dr Horton will be disappointed." I realized all too well where we were heading. It was perhaps five-thirty when I had been tucked away for sometime in my bed. I was lying flat, - the pillows propped at the head completely disregarded. I was curled up on the flat bed, - to find one in other but a sitting position was always something of a novelty, but there I lay, still somewhat stunned but certainly in no
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no more. The blow struck to deeply for remonstrance, for any outcry, for emotion, for any reaction. However, I was utterly unprepared for the speed into which things occured from then on, I was completely swept off my bearing, blessedly without time to think and fear. As it was I had gone forward fully expecting the x-ray on Saturday with the report therefrom on Monday. And with the report I expected surgery to be sprung upon me at the beginning of the following week. That, I figured, would give me several more day of grace. With the swiftness and the decisiveness of a bolt of lightening rendering the great expance of the heavens in travail, surgery was upon me. The doctors, in their considerate understanding kindliness had seen fit to put me through otherwise. Bless them! They were giving me no tiem within to fret and stew. After the gastroscopy, I, of course returned to St Marys. Before going back to my bed, however, despite the fact that it was a bit late, I went up to the laboratory for my histamine injection. All the patients - those living on the outside - had long ago departed. Miss Campbell, the nurse who attended with Dr Horton's assistant was still in attendance - and, of course professed to how very much interested with my gastroscopic adventuring during the afternoon. She is a good about sympathetic listener for perhaps the higher-ups, and I being nervously talkative, poured out the events and concluded with, "Dr Horton will be disappointed." I realized all too well where we were heading. It was perhaps five-thirty when I had been tucked away for sometime in my bed. I was lying flat, - the pillows propped at the head completely disregarded. I was curled up on the flat bed, - to find one in other but a sitting position was always something of a novelty, but there I lay, still somewhat stunned but certainly in no
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