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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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others will equally show the tremendous responsibility. The idea that this was to be double check had finally percolated through and clicked, So I went to the gastroscopy in the full knowledge of the double check and what was actually transpiring. Thus I had been carefully groomed for surgery. The gastroscopy was scheduled for Friday as has been noted before, and the afternoon of the appointment I was sent down to the Colonial Hospital to await my time as usual, until the doctors had made their preparations. As usual too, I was impatiently waiting an half hour; an hour; an hours and a half. Several times during that time I presented myself before the clerk at the desk and asked him if I had been overlooked. I asked him to please remind the physicians that I was waiting. He called sixth floor and reported that I would be needed very shortly. At last he beckoned to me and told me I might now go up to sixth. I did so and lay down in the tiny cubicle that is the waiting room for patients like me. Soon Dr Schmitt came in and introduced himself. After politely acknowledging the introduction I chirped, "So this is to be a double check!," for I had been fully convinced that it was going to be just that. "Yes indeed! You are quite right. This is to be a double check," he affirmed with the emphasis on this. As he conducted me down the hall to the operating room he conversationally stated, "We have sent for Dr Moersch, and he will be right over." The one thing I did not expect, the one thing that had not occurred to me was that he would be called in for this especial session, for this check and the consultation. I was truly relieved and glad he was coming to have a final look at my stomach and I had to say so when he appeared. "Not," I added, that "Dr Schmitt isn't good, but that he doesn't know as much about me." Just the exact minute he entered the picture, I don't recall, but I do remember that I was still busily, nervously chatting - although noon
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others will equally show the tremendous responsibility. The idea that this was to be double check had finally percolated through and clicked, So I went to the gastroscopy in the full knowledge of the double check and what was actually transpiring. Thus I had been carefully groomed for surgery. The gastroscopy was scheduled for Friday as has been noted before, and the afternoon of the appointment I was sent down to the Colonial Hospital to await my time as usual, until the doctors had made their preparations. As usual too, I was impatiently waiting an half hour; an hour; an hours and a half. Several times during that time I presented myself before the clerk at the desk and asked him if I had been overlooked. I asked him to please remind the physicians that I was waiting. He called sixth floor and reported that I would be needed very shortly. At last he beckoned to me and told me I might now go up to sixth. I did so and lay down in the tiny cubicle that is the waiting room for patients like me. Soon Dr Schmitt came in and introduced himself. After politely acknowledging the introduction I chirped, "So this is to be a double check!," for I had been fully convinced that it was going to be just that. "Yes indeed! You are quite right. This is to be a double check," he affirmed with the emphasis on this. As he conducted me down the hall to the operating room he conversationally stated, "We have sent for Dr Moersch, and he will be right over." The one thing I did not expect, the one thing that had not occurred to me was that he would be called in for this especial session, for this check and the consultation. I was truly relieved and glad he was coming to have a final look at my stomach and I had to say so when he appeared. "Not," I added, that "Dr Schmitt isn't good, but that he doesn't know as much about me." Just the exact minute he entered the picture, I don't recall, but I do remember that I was still busily, nervously chatting - although noon
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