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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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Mar 1937 After the regular routine and general examinations the x-rays and the gastroscopy had been completed and the diagnosis clicked. Dr. Rivers gave me an admission card to St Mary's Hospital on Thursday afternoon with the statement, "I will see you at St. Mary's in the morning." Normal man reported right away when he was sent to the hospital, but I had some shopping to do and my snacking in preparation for incarceration. Then too I reasoned, I would get there bright and early in the morning before the doctors appeared - and sleeping would perhaps be much more comfortable and vastly cheaper where I was. So I arose early, breakfasted, pulled myself together and taxied to St. Mary's, the day still comfortably young for a hospital. The place looked especially uninviting in early morning disarray - the old ring which was second-center Medical for so long. On this particular morning it looked especially unusually dark and dismal and old. The gloom was depressing. As usual, too beds were at a premium, the place was crowded, but I finally managed to find an [illegible]-bed in a double room with a diabetic. There was no single room! Diabetics usually are chose and this roommate was no exception. Her arms were festoons of fab from shoulder to elbow, from elbow to wrist - a series of loops + fingertips. Her not too tidy or too tiny corset - the old fashioned kind with all the stays and lacings - was thrown over the back of an old rocker of about the same vintage. I was
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Mar 1937 After the regular routine and general examinations the x-rays and the gastroscopy had been completed and the diagnosis clicked. Dr. Rivers gave me an admission card to St Mary's Hospital on Thursday afternoon with the statement, "I will see you at St. Mary's in the morning." Normal man reported right away when he was sent to the hospital, but I had some shopping to do and my snacking in preparation for incarceration. Then too I reasoned, I would get there bright and early in the morning before the doctors appeared - and sleeping would perhaps be much more comfortable and vastly cheaper where I was. So I arose early, breakfasted, pulled myself together and taxied to St. Mary's, the day still comfortably young for a hospital. The place looked especially uninviting in early morning disarray - the old ring which was second-center Medical for so long. On this particular morning it looked especially unusually dark and dismal and old. The gloom was depressing. As usual, too beds were at a premium, the place was crowded, but I finally managed to find an [illegible]-bed in a double room with a diabetic. There was no single room! Diabetics usually are chose and this roommate was no exception. Her arms were festoons of fab from shoulder to elbow, from elbow to wrist - a series of loops + fingertips. Her not too tidy or too tiny corset - the old fashioned kind with all the stays and lacings - was thrown over the back of an old rocker of about the same vintage. I was
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