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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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"You had better see the dietitian about that," I was told, "You will find her in the small room to the left of the back." "Thank you." I made for that back door and pounced upon the unsuspecting - or was she? - dietitian. To her, I poured out all my problem! Rice was making me so ill and I would have no more of it. What was I to do? Dr Alvarez had particularly substituted potato for rice in my case. I was not getting it! Moreover, the waitress would not bring me anything except rice. From now on however, I was either getting potato or I would have nothing! Later, when I began to discern the little tricks of the medicine-man, I quite realized I was supposed to have nothing but rice despite the congenial potato arrangement. The mere fact that I did not want rice was suspicious, and the doctors naturally wanted to know why. They had to know whether there was any physical bases for my aversions - and you will remember I was found very allergic to the food tests. Oh yes, these doctors are a smart bunch. They will know and they will mark the reaction of their supposedly unsuspecting victims. At that time I was trustful, guileless and gullible and unconscious of real motives. The dietitian from being confronted with my rebellion, pulled my admittance and from its filing case and pretended examination. Save enough, at least upon the record, potato was to have displaced the usual rice. "There has been an error," which I greatly doubted, "but you shall have potato from now on," I was assured. "You bet I will," I echoed, "that or nothing" - and I did. The diet progressed, at least semi-satisfactorily, under the kindly supervision of Dr Alvarez. A very earnest attempt was made at this time to discover the real cause of my stomach distress and to stem it. I was also simultaneously put upon psysiotherapy treatments for fibrositis. In several weeks I was permitted to go up to Waverly, near Minneapolis for a two weeks
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"You had better see the dietitian about that," I was told, "You will find her in the small room to the left of the back." "Thank you." I made for that back door and pounced upon the unsuspecting - or was she? - dietitian. To her, I poured out all my problem! Rice was making me so ill and I would have no more of it. What was I to do? Dr Alvarez had particularly substituted potato for rice in my case. I was not getting it! Moreover, the waitress would not bring me anything except rice. From now on however, I was either getting potato or I would have nothing! Later, when I began to discern the little tricks of the medicine-man, I quite realized I was supposed to have nothing but rice despite the congenial potato arrangement. The mere fact that I did not want rice was suspicious, and the doctors naturally wanted to know why. They had to know whether there was any physical bases for my aversions - and you will remember I was found very allergic to the food tests. Oh yes, these doctors are a smart bunch. They will know and they will mark the reaction of their supposedly unsuspecting victims. At that time I was trustful, guileless and gullible and unconscious of real motives. The dietitian from being confronted with my rebellion, pulled my admittance and from its filing case and pretended examination. Save enough, at least upon the record, potato was to have displaced the usual rice. "There has been an error," which I greatly doubted, "but you shall have potato from now on," I was assured. "You bet I will," I echoed, "that or nothing" - and I did. The diet progressed, at least semi-satisfactorily, under the kindly supervision of Dr Alvarez. A very earnest attempt was made at this time to discover the real cause of my stomach distress and to stem it. I was also simultaneously put upon psysiotherapy treatments for fibrositis. In several weeks I was permitted to go up to Waverly, near Minneapolis for a two weeks
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