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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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was - of course - a point in having me eat outside of the diet kitchen, not only to see how I would manage to get along on my own, but lso that I would select foods that my stomach had no aversion for. "I think, I can get just about everything I need at the Zumbio Cafeteria," I acquiesced, "pureed vegetables, and they can conjure up white meat of chicken at a moment's notice. Perhaps I can continue to manage that, although it is at real effort - but I know of nowhere else where I can get the food. I should have. I certainly can get nothing at the Kahler. There is absolutely no selection for people like me." That week at the Kahler, away from St Mary's and before I came home, was almost the worst I have gone through since the gastroenterostomy. I continue to think of it with horror. Looking back, I really don't see how I made it, how I lived through it. I was so very, very ill. Even the first sight, the first ten days didn't seem as bad as this week. For then I was taken care of; I did not have to expend every ounce of energy I could muster for food; nor was digestion so difficult. I have never been so ill in my life. No one, under any circumstances could ever induce me to do that week over! No thank you! Never again! I was completely laid out after every folding; and the going for food and returning was just too much. I would have been much better off with a direct transfer home. I would have been much more comfortable in my own bed - and I would have required much less energy to obtain my foods. Even at the Zumbio Cafeteria my presence was marked and I was treated with attention. "How are you today?" "Fine, thank you" I would answer. "We notice that you are getting stronger every day." I grit my teeth and took on another feeding, and carried
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was - of course - a point in having me eat outside of the diet kitchen, not only to see how I would manage to get along on my own, but lso that I would select foods that my stomach had no aversion for. "I think, I can get just about everything I need at the Zumbio Cafeteria," I acquiesced, "pureed vegetables, and they can conjure up white meat of chicken at a moment's notice. Perhaps I can continue to manage that, although it is at real effort - but I know of nowhere else where I can get the food. I should have. I certainly can get nothing at the Kahler. There is absolutely no selection for people like me." That week at the Kahler, away from St Mary's and before I came home, was almost the worst I have gone through since the gastroenterostomy. I continue to think of it with horror. Looking back, I really don't see how I made it, how I lived through it. I was so very, very ill. Even the first sight, the first ten days didn't seem as bad as this week. For then I was taken care of; I did not have to expend every ounce of energy I could muster for food; nor was digestion so difficult. I have never been so ill in my life. No one, under any circumstances could ever induce me to do that week over! No thank you! Never again! I was completely laid out after every folding; and the going for food and returning was just too much. I would have been much better off with a direct transfer home. I would have been much more comfortable in my own bed - and I would have required much less energy to obtain my foods. Even at the Zumbio Cafeteria my presence was marked and I was treated with attention. "How are you today?" "Fine, thank you" I would answer. "We notice that you are getting stronger every day." I grit my teeth and took on another feeding, and carried
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