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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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patient or patients that were thrown together. Usually they were careful about not getting too ulcer patients in the same room - doctors orders - but beyond that usually no slightest consideration was shown for anyone, it seemed. Perhaps I am unfair; however, I think not. The last of those six patients to go up to surgery by way of my room was a grim old Welsh lady, well up in the seventies. After she had been admitted, Dr Reecer - who was conducting the examination - unable to adjust the bed lamp properly, somewhat clumsily but unintentionally broke it. Sometime later, Sister Rebecca - the floor supervisor - upon her tour of inspection found it dangling by one hook. A bit provokedly she enquired somewhat sharply "What on earth did leap pow to the bedlamp?" "One of the doctors is responsible," she quietly, composedly replied, "Dr Reecer - I think it was he who books it." "What did he do that for?" snapped Sister Rebecca arrangedly as she swept out with the lamp to have it repaired. After Sister Becky had gone I interestedly rebooked the aged Wilkommen, "Now why did you have to tell her that it was Dr Reecer who broke the lamp?" Why did you not simply say as I would have, had I been in your place, that you didn't know what had happened. You know Dr Reeser is a nice fellow and he didn't willfully break the thing. Why did you have to expose him?" "But that would be telling a lie" insisted the woman of rigorous background, forthright training-
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patient or patients that were thrown together. Usually they were careful about not getting too ulcer patients in the same room - doctors orders - but beyond that usually no slightest consideration was shown for anyone, it seemed. Perhaps I am unfair; however, I think not. The last of those six patients to go up to surgery by way of my room was a grim old Welsh lady, well up in the seventies. After she had been admitted, Dr Reecer - who was conducting the examination - unable to adjust the bed lamp properly, somewhat clumsily but unintentionally broke it. Sometime later, Sister Rebecca - the floor supervisor - upon her tour of inspection found it dangling by one hook. A bit provokedly she enquired somewhat sharply "What on earth did leap pow to the bedlamp?" "One of the doctors is responsible," she quietly, composedly replied, "Dr Reecer - I think it was he who books it." "What did he do that for?" snapped Sister Rebecca arrangedly as she swept out with the lamp to have it repaired. After Sister Becky had gone I interestedly rebooked the aged Wilkommen, "Now why did you have to tell her that it was Dr Reecer who broke the lamp?" Why did you not simply say as I would have, had I been in your place, that you didn't know what had happened. You know Dr Reeser is a nice fellow and he didn't willfully break the thing. Why did you have to expose him?" "But that would be telling a lie" insisted the woman of rigorous background, forthright training-
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