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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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disprove the test, I had a bit of peanut butter and what do you think? I got hives, of course! "I am not at all sure," was his measured reply, "that something rubbed into the skin reacts in the same manner as something rubbed into the tummy." Those weeks at the Clinic I apparently was given so slight and casual attention outside of consultation and appointments, I soon perceived or felt rather that I was under close observation. Not only in the diet kitchen were actions and reactions noted but also elsewhere in the waiting rooms, offices; - where not? Embarrassingly enough I was doubling up all over the place. The pylons used so little judgment in its timing and the selection of an opportune environment. I felt I was reported to my physicians by desk attendants, diet kitchen waitresses and dietitians and staff. One afternoon, while I was waiting in Dr Alvarez's office I sank over on the davenport, my head on both my own arm and that of davenport, when he shot in. I uprighted my self, tears pushing from my eyes. I couldn't help myself from showing distress, "Dr Alvarez," I gasped, "something awful is putting the thumbscrews onto my stomach." He therefore reached into his packet and pulled out a packet of malted milk tablets that he carried for just such emergencies." "Here," he recommended kindly, "take some of these. They sometimes help me." I gratefully took a number and the pain fled. Surprisedly I said, smiling, "Why, Dr Alvarez, I am feeling better now." The problem then was not so much an elimination diet - I had done that under medical
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disprove the test, I had a bit of peanut butter and what do you think? I got hives, of course! "I am not at all sure," was his measured reply, "that something rubbed into the skin reacts in the same manner as something rubbed into the tummy." Those weeks at the Clinic I apparently was given so slight and casual attention outside of consultation and appointments, I soon perceived or felt rather that I was under close observation. Not only in the diet kitchen were actions and reactions noted but also elsewhere in the waiting rooms, offices; - where not? Embarrassingly enough I was doubling up all over the place. The pylons used so little judgment in its timing and the selection of an opportune environment. I felt I was reported to my physicians by desk attendants, diet kitchen waitresses and dietitians and staff. One afternoon, while I was waiting in Dr Alvarez's office I sank over on the davenport, my head on both my own arm and that of davenport, when he shot in. I uprighted my self, tears pushing from my eyes. I couldn't help myself from showing distress, "Dr Alvarez," I gasped, "something awful is putting the thumbscrews onto my stomach." He therefore reached into his packet and pulled out a packet of malted milk tablets that he carried for just such emergencies." "Here," he recommended kindly, "take some of these. They sometimes help me." I gratefully took a number and the pain fled. Surprisedly I said, smiling, "Why, Dr Alvarez, I am feeling better now." The problem then was not so much an elimination diet - I had done that under medical
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