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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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entirely wasted. Second-center Medical, before the addition of the new wing, were the quarters in the very very old hospital assigned to stomach-aches primarily. These victims, if they so much as expressed a food dislike, to say nothing of an idiosyncrasy within their dietary requirements, had these disliked substances shoved at him almost exclusively and nothing else time after time. It is a mistake - I must reiterate - to voice any opinion on foods, especially if you can't lathe a certain substance for that is the one thing you got forever and ever. Amen! Second-center Medical was also characterized as the old wing at St. Mary's where - in the good old days - it was even impossible to attain a clean bedspread by begging on bended knees. I remember I used to have to resort to all sorts of ruses to get cleaned up for Christmas and Thanksgiving and New Year's. The favorite was way to "get" watercolors all over the bedspread - and then of course a new one would have to be granted, despite floor supervisors. Medical patients never had enough linens, nor were there enough towels on two racks most of the time. So very, very frequently we had to ring for a diminutive turkish towel before a bath. Moreover
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entirely wasted. Second-center Medical, before the addition of the new wing, were the quarters in the very very old hospital assigned to stomach-aches primarily. These victims, if they so much as expressed a food dislike, to say nothing of an idiosyncrasy within their dietary requirements, had these disliked substances shoved at him almost exclusively and nothing else time after time. It is a mistake - I must reiterate - to voice any opinion on foods, especially if you can't lathe a certain substance for that is the one thing you got forever and ever. Amen! Second-center Medical was also characterized as the old wing at St. Mary's where - in the good old days - it was even impossible to attain a clean bedspread by begging on bended knees. I remember I used to have to resort to all sorts of ruses to get cleaned up for Christmas and Thanksgiving and New Year's. The favorite was way to "get" watercolors all over the bedspread - and then of course a new one would have to be granted, despite floor supervisors. Medical patients never had enough linens, nor were there enough towels on two racks most of the time. So very, very frequently we had to ring for a diminutive turkish towel before a bath. Moreover
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