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

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is always a reason - I found - for every thing, and the reasons are based upon a wealth of experience in handling human beings, and a storehouse crammed with knowledge. A knowledge which foresees all exigencies.
Thus I was gently thrown out of shall we say - eased out? As I supervised, the nurses packed my bags for me. It was a tremendous task. I moreover, was feeling very ill and very nauseated and very tired and I lay flat until I felt better. But I had to go. Dr Horton had expressed a wish to see me before I left and I had promised to come to see him. There was nothing else to do except keep my promise and I went to his laboratory. I think the only reason he wanted to see me was to check upon me and see how really able I was. Having stopped by for just a few moments to see him, I took the automated elevator to the ground floor. It however, didn't make my objective that trip, for it got stuck between floors. So there I was on my feet, just out of surgery suspended between second and third. What was I to do? I would not go up: I could not go down then certainly was no way of getting out of the cage. My voice-power was put to good use and I yelled desperately, for I had to get out and get where I would be able to lie down soon. My yells for help brought a response from one of the floors. A mechanic was mustered and after a tiresome wait, he was able to pull the elevator down to second.
How to get down to first from here was problematical. The one elevator I had just escaped from was out of commission. The second elevator was closed; the corridor to the third was closed off to painters - and I couldn't walk down the stairs. So there I was! Stranded? Oh yes! It seemed I was destined never to leave. At least I might sit down or even lie down. After what seemed an interminable time the one elevator, at least, was running and I was then down and shoved into a taxi.

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is always a reason - I found - for every thing, and the reasons are based upon a wealth of experience in handling human beings, and a storehouse crammed with knowledge. A knowledge which foresees all exigencies. Thus I was gently thrown out of shall we say - eased out? As I supervised, the nurses packed my bags for me. It was a tremendous task. I moreover, was feeling very ill and very nauseated and very tired and I lay flat until I felt better. But I had to go. Dr Horton had expressed a wish to see me before I left and I had promised to come to see him. There was nothing else to do except keep my promise and I went to his laboratory. I think the only reason he wanted to see me was to check upon me and see how really able I was. Having stopped by for just a few moments to see him, I took the automated elevator to the ground floor. It however, didn't make my objective that trip, for it got stuck between floors. So there I was on my feet, just out of surgery suspended between second and third. What was I to do? I would not go up: I could not go down then certainly was no way of getting out of the cage. My voice-power was put to good use and I yelled desperately, for I had to get out and get where I would be able to lie down soon. My yells for help brought a response from one of the floors. A mechanic was mustered and after a tiresome wait, he was able to pull the elevator down to second. How to get down to first from here was problematical. The one elevator I had just escaped from was out of commission. The second elevator was closed; the corridor to the third was closed off to painters - and I couldn't walk down the stairs. So there I was! Stranded? Oh yes! It seemed I was destined never to leave. At least I might sit down or even lie down. After what seemed an interminable time the one elevator, at least, was running and I was then down and shoved into a taxi.