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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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to get to know this woman; to learn what she was like. Getting to know her, however, was not difficult. She also had heard the story and the very next morning before I was scarsely awake, she was at the door with a bathtowel over her arm - for a visit. She was like that! This was the only morning of hospitalization that I had no bath before breakfast, all ready for the day. The doctors had been wise.
Mrs Gile was later put on a continuous drip - a treatment necessitating the swallowing of a tube which dripped [amphojal?] and food - I believe - the twenty-four hours around. While her medication supply was replenished and the bottle changed she would free herself of the tube and would have her alley and come down mine for a chat. There was no brevity about her chats. She talked long and fast, though not particularly interestingly. The night before I finally got to have St. Mary's I roved around to her room - my first and last time - and bade her goodbye. She had the truth - of course- but that was no deterrent to her talking just as fast as senselessly and as boresomely as she ordinarly did. A remarkable woman!
My own experience with tubes had taught me that ending one up and down the throat while talking is rather irritating and makes the throat sore. In the laboratory after taking the tube - I remember - I was also inclined to discourse more than the law allowed and punished my throat. Mrs Gile didn't seem to mind overly much.

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to get to know this woman; to learn what she was like. Getting to know her, however, was not difficult. She also had heard the story and the very next morning before I was scarsely awake, she was at the door with a bathtowel over her arm - for a visit. She was like that! This was the only morning of hospitalization that I had no bath before breakfast, all ready for the day. The doctors had been wise. Mrs Gile was later put on a continuous drip - a treatment necessitating the swallowing of a tube which dripped [amphojal?] and food - I believe - the twenty-four hours around. While her medication supply was replenished and the bottle changed she would free herself of the tube and would have her alley and come down mine for a chat. There was no brevity about her chats. She talked long and fast, though not particularly interestingly. The night before I finally got to have St. Mary's I roved around to her room - my first and last time - and bade her goodbye. She had the truth - of course- but that was no deterrent to her talking just as fast as senselessly and as boresomely as she ordinarly did. A remarkable woman! My own experience with tubes had taught me that ending one up and down the throat while talking is rather irritating and makes the throat sore. In the laboratory after taking the tube - I remember - I was also inclined to discourse more than the law allowed and punished my throat. Mrs Gile didn't seem to mind overly much.