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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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I finally carried my problem to Sister Rebecca explained to her the need for a change and what prompted the same question. It was a real effort to find and whether Mrs Gile was a pleasant person to be with. Sister Rebecca made hesitant thoughtful answer, "Mrs. Gile! I don't really know her very well. Perhaps -" Then abruptly seeing a way out to clear her [skirts?} continued "Oh here is Dr. Smith, why don't you ask him?" Sure enough Dr. Smith had chosen this moment to come in and I turned to him and burst out, "Is Mrs Gile like me?" I demanded to know then paused before urgently presenting my problem. "Like you - what do you mean?" countered Smith. "Is she quiet, calm, cool, reserved, unexcitable...?" I broke off because I saw I was getting exactly nowhere. There was no reaction so I hurried on to a new line of attack. "If she is like me, I couldn't live with me," I shouted out. "No, you positively can't live with Mrs Gile" Dr Smith stated flatly, and added by way of explanation, "I am interested in seeing you boht get well." And so ended my investigations of Mrs Gile as a possibility for a roommate. Needless to say we each stayed where we were. War patients - and I am always classed as an ulcer patient, for I have a predisposition to ulcer - are never permitted to live together; and we were no exception. The incident with Dr Smith thoroughly finished arousing my curiosity. It was more necessary than ever
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I finally carried my problem to Sister Rebecca explained to her the need for a change and what prompted the same question. It was a real effort to find and whether Mrs Gile was a pleasant person to be with. Sister Rebecca made hesitant thoughtful answer, "Mrs. Gile! I don't really know her very well. Perhaps -" Then abruptly seeing a way out to clear her [skirts?} continued "Oh here is Dr. Smith, why don't you ask him?" Sure enough Dr. Smith had chosen this moment to come in and I turned to him and burst out, "Is Mrs Gile like me?" I demanded to know then paused before urgently presenting my problem. "Like you - what do you mean?" countered Smith. "Is she quiet, calm, cool, reserved, unexcitable...?" I broke off because I saw I was getting exactly nowhere. There was no reaction so I hurried on to a new line of attack. "If she is like me, I couldn't live with me," I shouted out. "No, you positively can't live with Mrs Gile" Dr Smith stated flatly, and added by way of explanation, "I am interested in seeing you boht get well." And so ended my investigations of Mrs Gile as a possibility for a roommate. Needless to say we each stayed where we were. War patients - and I am always classed as an ulcer patient, for I have a predisposition to ulcer - are never permitted to live together; and we were no exception. The incident with Dr Smith thoroughly finished arousing my curiosity. It was more necessary than ever
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