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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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the effort of coming that for when I might have been saved I was quite put out that no one had informed me. The Clinic too was disrupted from a general change in service. All was confusion for the clinic. It usually runs on such well-oiled well-managed parts that we take hitchless service for granted. Today, however, no one seemed to know exactly what was what and why. "Would you care to see anyone else?" the attendant politely asked me. "Well, yes as long as I am here, I may as well see Dr Snell before you go back," hoping he might help me out. Not feeling well, tired and disgruntled I stretched out full length on a davenport in the waiting. Evidently however, the administration doesn't seem to like to have patients draped all over the furniture, so my rest was but short before I was conducted to a vacated office. Patients are supposed to look well and act well at the Clinic, for they have to be able to "take it' when they go through. And I wasn't a particularly good advertisement after having been at St Mary's five weeks. Later, I noticed the davenports had been displaced by chairs, except for one right down in the center of the front row. There wasn't too much temptation left even if one had to lie down to die. That day, however, I wasn't indulged in a long wait before I was taken into Dr Snell's office. Here again I shipped the clean white pillow from the examination table out the davenport and made myself comfortable. Just to indicate how really unwell I felt, I had worn a hat - to hide a bad state of mind, I suppose because it couldn't have been from habit. In the
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the effort of coming that for when I might have been saved I was quite put out that no one had informed me. The Clinic too was disrupted from a general change in service. All was confusion for the clinic. It usually runs on such well-oiled well-managed parts that we take hitchless service for granted. Today, however, no one seemed to know exactly what was what and why. "Would you care to see anyone else?" the attendant politely asked me. "Well, yes as long as I am here, I may as well see Dr Snell before you go back," hoping he might help me out. Not feeling well, tired and disgruntled I stretched out full length on a davenport in the waiting. Evidently however, the administration doesn't seem to like to have patients draped all over the furniture, so my rest was but short before I was conducted to a vacated office. Patients are supposed to look well and act well at the Clinic, for they have to be able to "take it' when they go through. And I wasn't a particularly good advertisement after having been at St Mary's five weeks. Later, I noticed the davenports had been displaced by chairs, except for one right down in the center of the front row. There wasn't too much temptation left even if one had to lie down to die. That day, however, I wasn't indulged in a long wait before I was taken into Dr Snell's office. Here again I shipped the clean white pillow from the examination table out the davenport and made myself comfortable. Just to indicate how really unwell I felt, I had worn a hat - to hide a bad state of mind, I suppose because it couldn't have been from habit. In the
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