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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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was sitting on the edge of the bed with my overnight case on my knees, paging hastily through its contents when Sister Rebecca came in as she always seemed to do whenever anything unusual was transpiring. Concernedly but not too surprisedly or unkindly she demanded to know, "Why Mrs Van Ek, what are you doing?" "I can't find my socks," I made answer perturbedly, and continued my digging. The hose finally having been brought to light, Eve determinedly concluded her dressing - shoes, coat and for a change even a hat was donned while Sister stood helplessly by. The presence of a hat might indicate my thoroughly agitated state of mind. I then drank my half and half, grabbed my medicine and determinedly walked from the hospital. I breathed deeply of the invigorating air; breathed freely, drank deeply of the eased tension and felt liberated. Then I took a bus to the village, bought some nail polish, some vitamins and medicines, a radio to Montgomery Ward and waited wearily at the Kahler drug store for a bus back to St. Mary's. In slightly more than an hour I was back in room 242, tucked into bed; tired but freed from tension; my nerves quieted and cooled off; catching up on my regulation milk and medication schedule. The following morning when the doctors filed into the room there was an unused tension
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was sitting on the edge of the bed with my overnight case on my knees, paging hastily through its contents when Sister Rebecca came in as she always seemed to do whenever anything unusual was transpiring. Concernedly but not too surprisedly or unkindly she demanded to know, "Why Mrs Van Ek, what are you doing?" "I can't find my socks," I made answer perturbedly, and continued my digging. The hose finally having been brought to light, Eve determinedly concluded her dressing - shoes, coat and for a change even a hat was donned while Sister stood helplessly by. The presence of a hat might indicate my thoroughly agitated state of mind. I then drank my half and half, grabbed my medicine and determinedly walked from the hospital. I breathed deeply of the invigorating air; breathed freely, drank deeply of the eased tension and felt liberated. Then I took a bus to the village, bought some nail polish, some vitamins and medicines, a radio to Montgomery Ward and waited wearily at the Kahler drug store for a bus back to St. Mary's. In slightly more than an hour I was back in room 242, tucked into bed; tired but freed from tension; my nerves quieted and cooled off; catching up on my regulation milk and medication schedule. The following morning when the doctors filed into the room there was an unused tension
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