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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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let go. As I sat up for the technician to withdraw the tube I perceived a trace of blood in the test tube but I said nothing. This was my first intimation of what was wrong and why the pain was so severe. Up to that time even my usual curiosity lay buried beneath having to endure. I was interested in nothing else, which demonstrates - I think - how debilitated the organism had become. It was noon. The Clinic was deserted. I was transferred to the small waiting cubical, and together with a number of freshly dressed pillows was deposited upon the davenport. However, I still retained my head standing position for some time before the stomach relaxed, and before the Dean - who was waiting in the car - could take me back to my room to rest out the day. The stomach and duodenal x-rays but divulged nothing but I had hemorrhaged in the Histamine. This necessitated more complete information; scrutiny of the stomach first hand; in fact a gastroscopy. With this event on the calender, I was sent to the gastroscopic section to consult Dr. Mausch. He gave me an appointment for the morrow. At the time indicated I presented myself at the desk of the Colonial Hospital, submitted my card and paid the spiraling room fee. Then I was sent to the sixth floor and waited on the cot in the small restroom until the doctors were ready for me. All in due time I was conducted to the operating-room where the Ku Klux Klaners - in white robes and white masks were gathered. The first of these - an assisting doctor, thoroughly [cocained?] my throat in preparation as I fitted myself my curves
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let go. As I sat up for the technician to withdraw the tube I perceived a trace of blood in the test tube but I said nothing. This was my first intimation of what was wrong and why the pain was so severe. Up to that time even my usual curiosity lay buried beneath having to endure. I was interested in nothing else, which demonstrates - I think - how debilitated the organism had become. It was noon. The Clinic was deserted. I was transferred to the small waiting cubical, and together with a number of freshly dressed pillows was deposited upon the davenport. However, I still retained my head standing position for some time before the stomach relaxed, and before the Dean - who was waiting in the car - could take me back to my room to rest out the day. The stomach and duodenal x-rays but divulged nothing but I had hemorrhaged in the Histamine. This necessitated more complete information; scrutiny of the stomach first hand; in fact a gastroscopy. With this event on the calender, I was sent to the gastroscopic section to consult Dr. Mausch. He gave me an appointment for the morrow. At the time indicated I presented myself at the desk of the Colonial Hospital, submitted my card and paid the spiraling room fee. Then I was sent to the sixth floor and waited on the cot in the small restroom until the doctors were ready for me. All in due time I was conducted to the operating-room where the Ku Klux Klaners - in white robes and white masks were gathered. The first of these - an assisting doctor, thoroughly [cocained?] my throat in preparation as I fitted myself my curves
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