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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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already half-way through my potato." "Now that is hard luck! That is just too bad" he responded as he waltzed to the door and was gone. I suspiciously scrutinized the equipment left behind on the end table then cornered the nurse for interrogation. "Is there an order written on my chart for me to have a stomach pumping in the morning? Go and take a look. I must know," for about that time stomach tubes and pumpings were about as welcome as hypodermic needles. I who had always been pretty good at taking my tubes, was revolting. The nurse went out to take a look at my chart, returned and reported "The order says you are to have your stomach pumped, if you vomit again before morning" "Are you quite sure it says if," I answered puzzled "Take another look. Take a good look. I don't know of any thing or any doctor that would state an order qualifiedly." "That is correct," she reiterated "it says if" I didn't quite believe her but that is all the information I could obtain from her - and I was anchored safely in bed. I dared not believe her yet I hoped she might be right. The thought of a stomach pumping was terrifying to me just then and I dreaded it horribly. My poor sick stomach to be so mistreated. A good, substantial sound threshing would have been much more to my liking, but I was given no choice, I was at a distinct dis advantage. In the morning before white folks were awake; before night creatures had disappeared. Dr [Marius?] appeared, a white apparition in my room and turned on the glaring light. It was yet before six o'clock, I was still asleep and opened drowsy, uninterested eyes reluctantly; then grasping the significance of what was asked of me, I
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already half-way through my potato." "Now that is hard luck! That is just too bad" he responded as he waltzed to the door and was gone. I suspiciously scrutinized the equipment left behind on the end table then cornered the nurse for interrogation. "Is there an order written on my chart for me to have a stomach pumping in the morning? Go and take a look. I must know," for about that time stomach tubes and pumpings were about as welcome as hypodermic needles. I who had always been pretty good at taking my tubes, was revolting. The nurse went out to take a look at my chart, returned and reported "The order says you are to have your stomach pumped, if you vomit again before morning" "Are you quite sure it says if," I answered puzzled "Take another look. Take a good look. I don't know of any thing or any doctor that would state an order qualifiedly." "That is correct," she reiterated "it says if" I didn't quite believe her but that is all the information I could obtain from her - and I was anchored safely in bed. I dared not believe her yet I hoped she might be right. The thought of a stomach pumping was terrifying to me just then and I dreaded it horribly. My poor sick stomach to be so mistreated. A good, substantial sound threshing would have been much more to my liking, but I was given no choice, I was at a distinct dis advantage. In the morning before white folks were awake; before night creatures had disappeared. Dr [Marius?] appeared, a white apparition in my room and turned on the glaring light. It was yet before six o'clock, I was still asleep and opened drowsy, uninterested eyes reluctantly; then grasping the significance of what was asked of me, I
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