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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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name. A great institution I would repeat. The doctors- intentionally or otherwise - had omitted giving me a card to the diet kitchen. In those days all I could manage and really much more, was to crawl out of bed, dress, fill my stomach and crawl back again. it was much more than I could do to go to the [Zumbo?] captain - about the only place I could obtain the food I needed, fell the old craw and get back again. I was so terribly, ghastly ill after eating - the food dropped so heavily through my stomach into the [jejenum?]; it crowded so hard; I always lay down after eating, in great distress and hung on to my food and forced the digestive processes to take it over. When I became fairly comfortable from one meal, I began the ordeal over. Thus it continued for many, many months before digestion became less burdensome. The eating and digestion business was a horrible trial. Upon my first visit to the Clinic to have the incision dressed, I informed Dr Sharpe that if I had to work so hard for my food int he future, as I had since leaving St Mary's, I was going to starve to death. The effort I had to put forth was entirely too enervating. Dr Sharpe gave me a card to the diet kitchen. The idea -f course - was to have me ask especially for everything so that the physicians would be able to keep back of me and know how I was doing. They were not a bit too sure that I would manage. From F, in the clinic, I was sent up to the North to Dr Rivers for a general inspection. I reported to him what I had told Dr. Sharpe about the difficulty of the food problem and that I had been given a card to the Diet Kitchen. "But," I continued, "that doesn't help me out much since I have - complex on the diet kitchen. I would much prefer to get my meals otherwise if at all possible. And anyway the diet kitchen wouldn't feed one food that would agree." He was perfectly agreeable. "I have a complex too," he stated just especially for my benefit, "and I would rather you obtained your meals otherwise, if it is at all possible. "There
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name. A great institution I would repeat. The doctors- intentionally or otherwise - had omitted giving me a card to the diet kitchen. In those days all I could manage and really much more, was to crawl out of bed, dress, fill my stomach and crawl back again. it was much more than I could do to go to the [Zumbo?] captain - about the only place I could obtain the food I needed, fell the old craw and get back again. I was so terribly, ghastly ill after eating - the food dropped so heavily through my stomach into the [jejenum?]; it crowded so hard; I always lay down after eating, in great distress and hung on to my food and forced the digestive processes to take it over. When I became fairly comfortable from one meal, I began the ordeal over. Thus it continued for many, many months before digestion became less burdensome. The eating and digestion business was a horrible trial. Upon my first visit to the Clinic to have the incision dressed, I informed Dr Sharpe that if I had to work so hard for my food int he future, as I had since leaving St Mary's, I was going to starve to death. The effort I had to put forth was entirely too enervating. Dr Sharpe gave me a card to the diet kitchen. The idea -f course - was to have me ask especially for everything so that the physicians would be able to keep back of me and know how I was doing. They were not a bit too sure that I would manage. From F, in the clinic, I was sent up to the North to Dr Rivers for a general inspection. I reported to him what I had told Dr. Sharpe about the difficulty of the food problem and that I had been given a card to the Diet Kitchen. "But," I continued, "that doesn't help me out much since I have - complex on the diet kitchen. I would much prefer to get my meals otherwise if at all possible. And anyway the diet kitchen wouldn't feed one food that would agree." He was perfectly agreeable. "I have a complex too," he stated just especially for my benefit, "and I would rather you obtained your meals otherwise, if it is at all possible. "There
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