DIY History | Transcribe | Iowa Women’s Lives: Letters and Diaries | Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

Transcribe
Translate

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

Page 106

unmistakably!
"Why is everyone trying to fool me all the time? What is the idea?" I wanted to know, but there was no satisfactory answer.
"That was certainly a cute trick you played on me yesterday," I accosted Sister Rebecca the following day, and she answered in the most confidential tone - "Oh that. You know that was just too funny. The boy went up to 243 to check out a patient." Perhaps he did and perhaps he didn't but that isn't the point. The boy only checks out the patients who are dismissed. I didn't believe what I was told. I did my own thinking and part of it was not too complimentary. Falsehoods were quite common. It was this sort of fabrication - quite unnecessarily obvious - that prompted me to ask one of the doctors one day, "Do you always tell truth," initiating disbelief in his statement. He considered the question thoughtfully then gave serious answer, "No, not always except when things are important."
That question perhaps should be generally inclusive to the great brotherhood of the healing arts and the scalpel and should read, "Do you ever tell the truth?"
Later I also happened to espy the boy who was to have moved my baggage for me, who had sat my luggage relishing the short act that convinced me I was not leaving. "By the way," I said to him, "how long ahead of time must you be engaged in order to check me out next week, if I should happen to be so fortunate as to be dismissed?"
"Why I am on call anytime and can be up immediately you get to leave. Just have one of the nurses call,"

Saving...

unmistakably! "Why is everyone trying to fool me all the time? What is the idea?" I wanted to know, but there was no satisfactory answer. "That was certainly a cute trick you played on me yesterday," I accosted Sister Rebecca the following day, and she answered in the most confidential tone - "Oh that. You know that was just too funny. The boy went up to 243 to check out a patient." Perhaps he did and perhaps he didn't but that isn't the point. The boy only checks out the patients who are dismissed. I didn't believe what I was told. I did my own thinking and part of it was not too complimentary. Falsehoods were quite common. It was this sort of fabrication - quite unnecessarily obvious - that prompted me to ask one of the doctors one day, "Do you always tell truth," initiating disbelief in his statement. He considered the question thoughtfully then gave serious answer, "No, not always except when things are important." That question perhaps should be generally inclusive to the great brotherhood of the healing arts and the scalpel and should read, "Do you ever tell the truth?" Later I also happened to espy the boy who was to have moved my baggage for me, who had sat my luggage relishing the short act that convinced me I was not leaving. "By the way," I said to him, "how long ahead of time must you be engaged in order to check me out next week, if I should happen to be so fortunate as to be dismissed?" "Why I am on call anytime and can be up immediately you get to leave. Just have one of the nurses call,"