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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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her call, so that I might hear her voice and know that she is all right," "In that case, since that is the point of view of the male, I will call Van," I promised reluctantly, "If you are sure the arrangements will stand. We are not going to get all excited here about nothing." "The arrangements are all made and will be undisturbed. You will go to surgery in the morning. Dr Gray will be in to see you then." Thus I was prepared and sent to surgery without fuss, muss or bother. I blessed the doctors for taking care of me thus; [illegible] being so considerate of me; for knowing me so well and taking my welfare to heart, just as I would have wished had I but known plans were transpiring. Right away, as soon as decisions had been reached the nurses got out equipment for preparation and I was made ready. I remembered I had promised to call Van and break the news to him, and at the first opportunity I put in my call. This was a eight. He did not answer. Again at nine I repeated the attempt. It was useless, for he was out as usual! Since he was unavailable at that time and noone could perdict when he would return, I reasoned to myself. "I have a hard day ahead tomorrow and it was important that I get the best night's rest possible. Van isn't home and noone can know when he will be. I may as well, therefore go to sleep and forget about him. I can have no more milk-cream after twelve and am bound to have distress and plenty of trouble then. It will be wise to wait until then and put in another call. Furthermore he will undoubtedly have a better night and get some good sleep if I wait until later. Tomorrow morning will be plenty soon to disturb him. And I went to sleep moderately peacefully after I succeeded in getting my bedtime medication at eleven some, after having rang and pleaded for it for a couple of hours. There just was no service at all and I got no help in getting off to a good night's sleep. Sure enough, at four according to my "calculations", I was
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her call, so that I might hear her voice and know that she is all right," "In that case, since that is the point of view of the male, I will call Van," I promised reluctantly, "If you are sure the arrangements will stand. We are not going to get all excited here about nothing." "The arrangements are all made and will be undisturbed. You will go to surgery in the morning. Dr Gray will be in to see you then." Thus I was prepared and sent to surgery without fuss, muss or bother. I blessed the doctors for taking care of me thus; [illegible] being so considerate of me; for knowing me so well and taking my welfare to heart, just as I would have wished had I but known plans were transpiring. Right away, as soon as decisions had been reached the nurses got out equipment for preparation and I was made ready. I remembered I had promised to call Van and break the news to him, and at the first opportunity I put in my call. This was a eight. He did not answer. Again at nine I repeated the attempt. It was useless, for he was out as usual! Since he was unavailable at that time and noone could perdict when he would return, I reasoned to myself. "I have a hard day ahead tomorrow and it was important that I get the best night's rest possible. Van isn't home and noone can know when he will be. I may as well, therefore go to sleep and forget about him. I can have no more milk-cream after twelve and am bound to have distress and plenty of trouble then. It will be wise to wait until then and put in another call. Furthermore he will undoubtedly have a better night and get some good sleep if I wait until later. Tomorrow morning will be plenty soon to disturb him. And I went to sleep moderately peacefully after I succeeded in getting my bedtime medication at eleven some, after having rang and pleaded for it for a couple of hours. There just was no service at all and I got no help in getting off to a good night's sleep. Sure enough, at four according to my "calculations", I was
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